Tuesday, January 31, 2012
So Innocent
My sister showed me this video a while back and every time I watch it I can't get over how hilarious and innocent it is. You simply can't help but giggle yourself....Fantastic.
Morning Etiquette
When did snot rocketing become acceptable in public?! Seriously. I mean sure, if you're swimming or perhaps skiing in Antarctica or in the privacy of your own trailer, by all means...but in the middle of the morning on a public sidewalk before a cup of coffee....absolutely not.
I had just left the optician in the middle of town and out of my 20/20 vision I see this cute little old man walking along the sidewalk, each of us minding our business. I tend to think little old men are adorable and this one was no different, until the cute little old man became, just...well..., a man.
We are walking and as I glance over for no particular reason I catch him full on SNOT ROCKETING onto the sidewalk and possibly the innocent little Fiat next to him. Scurrying to wipe whatever nastiness was swinging from his nose, and then wiping his hands on his jacket like a little kid I stopped in my tracks and did the only thing I could think of. Bend over laughing in girly hysterics screeching EEEEWWWWW while trying not to stare DIRECTLY at him. I could not believe it.
He had been caught green handed. I doubt he had any Purrell and there certainly weren't any sinks around. When we got to the next intersection I was sure to push the crossing button before he could get his germs on it and we went our separate ways.
Auf wiedersehen Boogie Man.
I had just left the optician in the middle of town and out of my 20/20 vision I see this cute little old man walking along the sidewalk, each of us minding our business. I tend to think little old men are adorable and this one was no different, until the cute little old man became, just...well..., a man.
We are walking and as I glance over for no particular reason I catch him full on SNOT ROCKETING onto the sidewalk and possibly the innocent little Fiat next to him. Scurrying to wipe whatever nastiness was swinging from his nose, and then wiping his hands on his jacket like a little kid I stopped in my tracks and did the only thing I could think of. Bend over laughing in girly hysterics screeching EEEEWWWWW while trying not to stare DIRECTLY at him. I could not believe it.
He had been caught green handed. I doubt he had any Purrell and there certainly weren't any sinks around. When we got to the next intersection I was sure to push the crossing button before he could get his germs on it and we went our separate ways.
Auf wiedersehen Boogie Man.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Twenty Big Little Kids
This past weekend a great guy and friend celebrated his 30th birthday. Several activities were planned and ideas thrown around but due to snow; the Alps were, umm closed....??? So he came up with a great Saturday alternative of brunch with cocktails. The email said brunch and games, but we were skeptical about the game situation, so my creative co-pilot and I made some secret arrangements.
A few weekends prior, Kristoffer and I moved into another apartment within our building (which is also in the same building as our birthday boy). It hasn't been completely cleaned or patched up yet so it was the perfect shell to host a surprise game and entertainment portion for the brunch.
After an impressive and may I say, fabulous brunch, it was time to get things shaking and bodies moving. So we called all twenty guests upstairs for an unexpected round of classic birthday party games. Earlier that morning we created our personalized version of Pin The Tail On The Donkey, blew up enough balloons to make your face hurt and stole every one's shoes. Things were about to get interesting and hilarious.
I would just like everyone to take a moment and try to remember the last time you saw a group of adults excited and willing to play the same games they played at their 5th grade birthday party. It was great. We had the perfect amount of people for each team to get even more childish and teamed up, boys against girls.
We started off by clearing the room with what was supposed to have been a balloon popping relay race. Now, the operative word here is RELAY, which somehow managed to get lost in translation. We explained that you were not allowed to pop the balloons with your hands or your feet. There were two chairs in the room, to which you could use to sit on, or the wall, or a friend, whatever. On the count of three, ONE person from each team was to take their balloon and pop it, after which the next person would go...and so on down the line. Like a relay, with two teams, making it a race....yeah. Well, 1, 2, 3, GO turned into POP POP POP POP POP POP (Oh, SHIT THE BOYS ARE GOING TO WIN!) so IMMEDIATELY the entire room is popping and everyone is just sitting there amazed! I guess in Sweden the term relay race means, EVERYONE GO AS FAST AS YOU CAN AT THE SAME TIME! Next.
So we had stolen every one's shoes from outside of the door (that no one commented on walking by wondering where they had gone) and placed them in a big pile in the middle of the room. We scrambled them up and again, boys versus girls, the fastest team to find their shoes, put them on so they were WEARABLE, meaning zipped, tied, laced, buttoned, strapped, whatever, won. Once everyone had them on they were to sit down. The girls took the point because someone's shoes accidently weren't present and there may have been a slacker who failed to tie his up. It was a close call though, but still, we got it! ;)
Finally, and the highlight of the afternoon was our improved version of pin the tail on the donkey. Now, before I can really explain the twist, it is important to note here that the birthday boy has a little habit. He is American, comes from North-Northern New England and has a little relationship with loose tobacco. This was a perfect opportunity for us to play, PUT THE DIP ON THE LIP!!! We created a handsome lumberjack with a nice grin and after getting spun three times, you were to walk *straight* towards him blindfolded with an ink stamp and put it right in his lip. I was really impressed that everyone was willing to have a go and that no ink made it onto the walls! It was a close round but after a tie match, the birthday boy went again bringing home the win for the boys team...well deserved!
So ladies and gentlemen, there you have it! A fun, PG Saturday afternoon with good friends, good food, and good fun. The rest of the evening got slightly more little aggressive, but to be expected I suppose. Thanks for playing, and to our big birthday sport, have a FANTASTIC year! MUAH!!!
A few weekends prior, Kristoffer and I moved into another apartment within our building (which is also in the same building as our birthday boy). It hasn't been completely cleaned or patched up yet so it was the perfect shell to host a surprise game and entertainment portion for the brunch.
After an impressive and may I say, fabulous brunch, it was time to get things shaking and bodies moving. So we called all twenty guests upstairs for an unexpected round of classic birthday party games. Earlier that morning we created our personalized version of Pin The Tail On The Donkey, blew up enough balloons to make your face hurt and stole every one's shoes. Things were about to get interesting and hilarious.
I would just like everyone to take a moment and try to remember the last time you saw a group of adults excited and willing to play the same games they played at their 5th grade birthday party. It was great. We had the perfect amount of people for each team to get even more childish and teamed up, boys against girls.
We started off by clearing the room with what was supposed to have been a balloon popping relay race. Now, the operative word here is RELAY, which somehow managed to get lost in translation. We explained that you were not allowed to pop the balloons with your hands or your feet. There were two chairs in the room, to which you could use to sit on, or the wall, or a friend, whatever. On the count of three, ONE person from each team was to take their balloon and pop it, after which the next person would go...and so on down the line. Like a relay, with two teams, making it a race....yeah. Well, 1, 2, 3, GO turned into POP POP POP POP POP POP (Oh, SHIT THE BOYS ARE GOING TO WIN!) so IMMEDIATELY the entire room is popping and everyone is just sitting there amazed! I guess in Sweden the term relay race means, EVERYONE GO AS FAST AS YOU CAN AT THE SAME TIME! Next.
So we had stolen every one's shoes from outside of the door (that no one commented on walking by wondering where they had gone) and placed them in a big pile in the middle of the room. We scrambled them up and again, boys versus girls, the fastest team to find their shoes, put them on so they were WEARABLE, meaning zipped, tied, laced, buttoned, strapped, whatever, won. Once everyone had them on they were to sit down. The girls took the point because someone's shoes accidently weren't present and there may have been a slacker who failed to tie his up. It was a close call though, but still, we got it! ;)
Finally, and the highlight of the afternoon was our improved version of pin the tail on the donkey. Now, before I can really explain the twist, it is important to note here that the birthday boy has a little habit. He is American, comes from North-Northern New England and has a little relationship with loose tobacco. This was a perfect opportunity for us to play, PUT THE DIP ON THE LIP!!! We created a handsome lumberjack with a nice grin and after getting spun three times, you were to walk *straight* towards him blindfolded with an ink stamp and put it right in his lip. I was really impressed that everyone was willing to have a go and that no ink made it onto the walls! It was a close round but after a tie match, the birthday boy went again bringing home the win for the boys team...well deserved!
So ladies and gentlemen, there you have it! A fun, PG Saturday afternoon with good friends, good food, and good fun. The rest of the evening got slightly more little aggressive, but to be expected I suppose. Thanks for playing, and to our big birthday sport, have a FANTASTIC year! MUAH!!!
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Here We Go....!!!
Welcome you to my GiggleBubblesBlog! After many timid thoughts and the overpowering desire to do the opposite, I would like to introduce myself and concept to the GiggleBubbleBlogging (gaggle, group, buttheads, community, supporters, invaders, comedians, insomniacs, pirates, jokeaholics, boredom bloggers, understanders, disbelievers, creators, laughers, midnight snackers....) friends and readers!
I think what is important and worth noting here, is that first and foremost, the word "giggle" is not, and should not be a term used in strictly a female manor. I have seen, first hand, on many occasions, all over the world, a solid, or stand up, or charming, or macho, or masculine, or slow, or clueless, or mistaken, or brilliant, or just absolutely not, guy giggle...and its great!
I believe in the power of laughter. I believe we all need it as much as humanly possible, even if you are holding it in or talking about it after the explosion because it is so utterly hilarious. I think laughing hard could sometimes be considered an amazing exercise (and if anyone could tell me how it could be measured I would be willing to take a reader). It brings people together, its refreshing, its natural and its one of the best individual thing people take for granted about themselves. Okay, so not EVERYONE has a good laugh, but I would hope their Mom loves it anyway, even if their friend's dont.
I think laughter is one of the most innocent and warming gifts you could give a perfect stranger or a best friend.
So this is how it starts. I recently helped someone out in my building. Do a good deed, be a good neighbor, have a chat. He invited me in for a coffee and was kind of, well, disscheveled (Is that a word? Is it spelled correctly?! Does it translate into German? ) and curiously interesting as it turns out. I thought the invitation was great because he has been smoking IN his apartment which as it turns out is a really an uncool problem for us...especially now that I have addressed it, but okay, I thought I would present my case and that would be that, cheers, thanks. To be continued......
Anyway, there was big crazy art on all of the walls, Etta James, Carlos Santana and some Cuban Bongo music poppin in chillin in the back. This is too much! There are too many things to try to assemble in this puzzle of whatever is going on. So I asked him for a pencil and piece of computer paper as I could only attempt in some way to record what was being discussed or witnessed over this coffee. So I sketched. I probably did 20 in a minute. Crazy.
So then I realized, you know, this is it, its time. Im blogging. There is too much comedy and random acts of ridiculousness that occur WAY TOO often that it really ought to be shared. I love to laugh and think it should be shared, so this is what GiggleBubbleBlog is all about. Its about finding a soft spot in your day, reading something humorous besides how hilariously sad it is a lot of the world is bumming out, then getting on with it. And for me, its a great way to be on this computer and let humor and embarassment and discomfort and innocence go viral and hopefully spark a laugh.
When it comes to whats funny, I want to see the videos, the music, hear the stories and see the pictures of what makes you giggle or laugh, so if you follow along and like what you read, please subscribe to my blog. I will be posting as often as I can about some of the things I experience, witness, oversee, hear, view learn or feel the absolute necessity to share if I think it would be fun or enjoyable to someone, somewhere on this playful planet because it made me light up too!
I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!
Enjoy!
ELBJ.,
GBB
I think what is important and worth noting here, is that first and foremost, the word "giggle" is not, and should not be a term used in strictly a female manor. I have seen, first hand, on many occasions, all over the world, a solid, or stand up, or charming, or macho, or masculine, or slow, or clueless, or mistaken, or brilliant, or just absolutely not, guy giggle...and its great!
I believe in the power of laughter. I believe we all need it as much as humanly possible, even if you are holding it in or talking about it after the explosion because it is so utterly hilarious. I think laughing hard could sometimes be considered an amazing exercise (and if anyone could tell me how it could be measured I would be willing to take a reader). It brings people together, its refreshing, its natural and its one of the best individual thing people take for granted about themselves. Okay, so not EVERYONE has a good laugh, but I would hope their Mom loves it anyway, even if their friend's dont.
I think laughter is one of the most innocent and warming gifts you could give a perfect stranger or a best friend.
So this is how it starts. I recently helped someone out in my building. Do a good deed, be a good neighbor, have a chat. He invited me in for a coffee and was kind of, well, disscheveled (Is that a word? Is it spelled correctly?! Does it translate into German? ) and curiously interesting as it turns out. I thought the invitation was great because he has been smoking IN his apartment which as it turns out is a really an uncool problem for us...especially now that I have addressed it, but okay, I thought I would present my case and that would be that, cheers, thanks. To be continued......
Anyway, there was big crazy art on all of the walls, Etta James, Carlos Santana and some Cuban Bongo music poppin in chillin in the back. This is too much! There are too many things to try to assemble in this puzzle of whatever is going on. So I asked him for a pencil and piece of computer paper as I could only attempt in some way to record what was being discussed or witnessed over this coffee. So I sketched. I probably did 20 in a minute. Crazy.
So then I realized, you know, this is it, its time. Im blogging. There is too much comedy and random acts of ridiculousness that occur WAY TOO often that it really ought to be shared. I love to laugh and think it should be shared, so this is what GiggleBubbleBlog is all about. Its about finding a soft spot in your day, reading something humorous besides how hilariously sad it is a lot of the world is bumming out, then getting on with it. And for me, its a great way to be on this computer and let humor and embarassment and discomfort and innocence go viral and hopefully spark a laugh.
When it comes to whats funny, I want to see the videos, the music, hear the stories and see the pictures of what makes you giggle or laugh, so if you follow along and like what you read, please subscribe to my blog. I will be posting as often as I can about some of the things I experience, witness, oversee, hear, view learn or feel the absolute necessity to share if I think it would be fun or enjoyable to someone, somewhere on this playful planet because it made me light up too!
I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!
Enjoy!
ELBJ.,
GBB
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