Skinny dipping and Jello boobs

I was searching my cupboards today looking for something decadent and sinful to eat (That would be chocolate...) and I discovered a few boxes of Jello. Now, Jello is not really my favorite dessert, it is a far cry from chocolate or any of the things I actually crave... But I figured why not? I need sweet, jello is sweet no? So I made some and let it set up.

A few hours later as I was enjoying my little treat (although not as much as I would have enjoyed a candy bar) I had a couple jello related memories pop into my head. And as they are kindof funny, at least to me... I figured why not share. So here they are:)

Memory number 1.

When I was a young girl of 14 my family flew to Hawaii to visit my mom's sisters family who live on North Shore oahu. My cousin Marita and I were born 364 days apart. And have always been very close to eachother because of our closeness in age and the fact that we almost share a birthday... Well, that and the fact that we are both mega cool people to begin with.

Well, while I was there I spent all of my time with her and her friends. One day we all were hanging out in honolulu and it was decided that at the end of the day we would go back to Marita's house and all have a big sleepover. So, we took the bus back to Marita's house... an hour or so ride. Along the way we stopped and ate at a McDonalds and had a food fight that surely would and should have gotten us kicked out of the establishment but the employee's were a bit afraid to get too close... That is another story for another time.

Anyhow, We get back to Marita's place and decide we need food for this event. So, to the little food mart we go. (Which we actually did get kicked out of.... again another story though) we bought all the munchies one would desire... and massive amounts of Jello which we prepared as soon as we got back to her house so it could set up.

That night the six of us went swimming at Sunset Beach. Marita, Myself, Joanne, John, Cory, and Keoki. There were no people around because at Sunset Beach once the sun sets there is nothing to do... Unless you are a 14 or 15 year old kid who decides that beach + night = skinnydipping. Oh dear! Six crazy teens swimming nekked in the ocean. Of course noone saw much of anything cuz we all stayed hidden in the water... except for Corey, and he jumped out and did some push ups on the beach at one point.

Well, after that we went to check on the jello, which was DONE. We grabbed the 2 HUGE bowls of jello we had made, and a few 2 liters of soda, some chips and some towels.... Ran out the door and down the path in their back yard which opens up to the beach and set up camp. we sat around the fire and munched on snacks for hours that night. We forgot to bring plates or spoons or anything so we just scooped out handfuls of jello with our bare hands and slurped it through our fingers. That night is still one of my favorite things I remember about hanging with Marita.

It got cut a little short though when my dad realised at about 4 am that I had not returned to the house to sleep. (he did not want me actually sleeping where the guys were) He walked down to the beach with a flashlight and forcibly removed me from the fun... Okay, he just very angrily told me to come back to the house. How embarrasing for a 14 year old girl... my parents were just soooooo uncool... ;) Its all good though, I would most likely do the same thing... And besides the following summer they let me go on a 2 week "tour" with my band to california. Just me and a bunch of guys. GOOD TIMES! You can read about that adventure and more about the band RIGHT HERE.

Memory 2

When I was in 10th grade my Mom got on a jello kick. Shw would make jello in these goblets she had and layer the flavors so we had rainbow jello. Well, one day she was making some jello in the goblets and she was running out of green.... So, she poured a bout an inch of green in the bottoms of the goblets and let it set up. Then she topped it off with red in the rest of the goblets.

Later that evening we were eating our fantastic jello creations when we realised they were even more wonderous than we had first thougth. Allow me to explain...

I was looking at my goblet of jiggly stuff and decided I would rather eat it out of a bowl... Don't know why but I did. So, I ran the outside of the glass under hot water to loosen the jello from it. I dumped it over a bowl... And out plopped a PERFECTLY formed jello boob. It was a red boob with a green nipple. You see the glasses dipped down a tiny bit in the very bottom so that when I turned the jello over it came out with a round pointy thing on the top, just like a nipple, and because that area was the only part with a different color jello it was pretty much an exact replica of the real thing.

The jello boobs became slightly famous inside my little circle of friends... as my mom was still on a jello kick and now that we all knew that it looked like boobs it was even more fun to eat. My one friend Sam even went so far as to ask for a pair for his birthday. My mother was kind and obliged. I wish I had a picture to show you the fabulousness that is jello boobs. Perhaps I will make a pair soon and post the pictures here for you.

Well... That is all I have to say on the subject of jello. I hope you have enjoyed my crazy ramblings, and if you have a moment... make yourself some jello.... Its good eats!

Fading... SPC 7-25-06

This is the last week for July's Self Portrait. I have really enjoyed this months challenge, it was myself as a (fill in this spot with the appropriate word or phrase of your choosing.) For this weeks portrait I decided to do myself as a pencil drawing... And it was looking really cool too... but it is kindof washed out looking so i changed it to myself, fading. Because I look like I am fading away into the background. I still really like the way it turned out even if it looks washed out... it is kindof dreamy I think.

Well, here are my two pictures I am submitting today... I couldn't choose one, so put them both up. Enjoy!

Self Portrait Challenge 7-18-06

Today is tuesday, thus another self portrait. Today I am feeling confused and frustrated. I love my life and everone in it, but sometimes I wonder if I am meant to do more than wash dishes, fold laundry, make food for everyone, clean up said food... mop, pick up toys... mop again, and then run off to work so that I can massage people and make then relax and feel better. GUH!

I used to do alot more art... I used to sing (rather well I might add)... I used to have these silly dreams of running off to New York and being "something". And somehow over the years I have let it all slip away. I have not gotten my hands really dirty creating anything in so long I can't even remember exactly what it feels like. I sing everyday, but to an audience of children younger than 5, who really don't appreciate it and ask me to "turn it down a smidge" so they can watch Spiderman in peace.

I tried to write some lyrics yesterday, oh dear... what a joke that turned out to be. My mind used to be so switched on to those kinds of things, I used to see something as random as a leaf blowing through the gutter and beautiful poetry would come into my mind and I would write it down... Now I see that and the words just don't come. ARGH it is so frustrating and confusing.

This is me, Frustrated and Confused...



I bought myself a notbook the other day, nd I plan on writing in it everyday, and sketching in it when I have a break at work. I hope that soon my creative spirit returns to me so that I can find myself again.

Self Portrait Challenge 7-11-06

This week for SPC I decided to do Georgia as a Reflection.

It is pretty obvious how I did it, just me and the mirror. I also really like the way it turned out this week too. It is simple, no photoshopping this time.

When I was working on it the lyrics to Joyful Girl, an Ani Difranco song kept playing in my head. Yesterday when I was working on this portrait I was kinda mad because my Mom and Aunt were all mad at me for the Portraits I posted for last weeks challenge. You can view them RIGHT HERE... They think that it was a mistake to post them on the internet where everyone and their dog can see them, they think that the pose was suggestive and provocative... I don't see any of that in those pictures at all.

So, here are the lyrics to Joyful Girl. It is the second verse that really kept playing in my head yesterday.

Joyful girl

i do it for the joy it brings
because i'm a joyful girl
because the world owes me nothing
and we owe each other the world
i do it because it's the least i can do
i do it because i learned it from you
and i do it just because i want to
because i want to

everything i do is judged
and they mostly get it wrong
but oh well
'cuz the bathroom mirror has not budged
and the woman who lives there can tell
the truth from the stuff that they say
and she looks me in the eye
and says would you prefer the easy way
no, well o.k. then
don't cry

i wonder if everything i do
i do instead
of something i want to do more
the question fills my head
i know there's no grand plan here
this is just the way it goes
when everything else seems unclear
i guess at least i know

i do it for the joy it brings
because i'm a joyful girl
because the world owes me nothing
and we owe each other the world
i do it because it's the least i can do
i do it because i learned it from you
and i do it just because i want to
because i want to



And here is my picture.

Inspire me Thursday: Body Parts

So, I am a little slow on th uptake this week. Inspire Me Thursdays had a challenge that ends tomorrow and I am just now posting for it...so I am posting this today and will be doing another one tomorrow or the next day. I chose to use this picture of my hand that I took at the zoo a couple weeks ago. The sun was shining through the trees just right and I just snapped the picture with my hand in front of the sun. It really could have turned out much better but I was just goofing around.

Next week I will actually create something specifically with this challenge in mind and not use something I already happened to have, but I just wanted to hurry up and post for the challenge.

Here is my lovely hand :)

Self Portrait Challenge June 27, 2006

Well, this is the final SPC for June. The theme was pop art, which is fun, and cool and all that... but I don't seem to be doing to whole pop art thing so well for some reason. Next month should be interesting though I am excited. The theme you ask??? Well, its not pop art so I just might come up with something better than my last 3 entries. That said, I do still like what I have come up with, I just don't know how poppy they are. I had a big plan to make one with me holding a Dr. Pepper or something, cuz that is my DRINK, but I did not have time, nor did I have Dr. Pepper. So, insead I made this for todays entry. I am not sure exactly HOW I did it... kindof another one of those happy accidents. I was attempting to make a Vector drawing of myself originally but I did not have the patience for it... perhaps another time. This did turn out kinda neat though.



I realized that in pretty much every picture of me I am not smiling... Why is that? i don't know exactly, perhaps next time i will try to smile in one. We will see.

On another note, it is HOT here!!! I tell people all the time that I live in the arm pit of Hell becuase it is soooo nasty hot here in the summers. Incase you are ever thinking about moving to Mesa Arizona, DONT!!! Well, unless you enjoy sweating profusely and having 400$ electric bills just because you try to keep your house below 80 degrees inside when it is 115 outside... or hotter even. I guess the heat would not be so bad if I had my own pool or something, but alas I do not. My In-laws do however and they live relatively close, but I feel bad living at their house everyday. Plus I do not like to be seen publicly in a swimming suit (I count their house as public becuase people are there and they see me). I guess I should just get over that one, but I don't think that will ever happen. Well... if I looked like that chick in Blue Crush I think i would get ovr it. HA!!!

Well, I am off. I need to go fold a mountain of laundry before it takes over the house like black mold. The other night the hubby and I were getting ready for a little of the old mattress roll around, and I told him not to let his ascent up mount laundry ruin the mood... If he just kept climbing he would eventually find the bed :)

Sunday Scribblings #13... Music.

I have loved music all my life, probably because of my dad (he is a professional musician). I am a singer (not that i get to sing much these days). When I was younger I was in a few bands and I was involved in choirs and on a small scale I was involved in musical theatre. I took voice lessons for many years and If I had to say so, I am actually kindof good... Don't tell anyone though, I have gotten a little shy about it these last few years. *wink*

One of my favorite things ever that I was able to do with music was when I was in highschool. During the time I was sixteen till I was eighteen I was in a band called Silent. Silent consisted of myself as the lead vocalist, my dear friend Chris Reynolds as the drummer, my friend Brian Henrie on lead guitar, Adam DeVincent on guitar, and Ryan Raggonzine on Bass.




From left to right: Brian Henrie, Ryan Raggozine, Georgia Cranston, actually in this photo it was Georgia Dixon (Me), Chris Reynolds, Adam DeVincent.


We were not really the greatest band in the world. But we had potential. Think Evenescence (we had a sound similar to them). We had a pretty large following as well. We played at alot of local venues, as often as we could. We participated in battles of the bands on a couple occasions, not winning but learning alot and having fun. We even recorded twice and went on "tour" through california. Hehehe... It was basically a 2 week road trip we all took to california, where we crashed at peoples houses and played one real show at Club Raven in Hollywood. The other shows were at a park where there was no electricity so we could not plug in our equipment (there was a homeless guy there who was just beside himself with anger that we could not plug in. He shared some of the best beef jerkey I have ever had with us), and in someones garage... I think we had a small audience in someones living room too. I was amazed my parents let me go seeing as how I was only 16 years old at the time and I was the only girl crammed in a van with all our equipment and five guys (our fried Emmet Montgomery came along as a stage hand/tape seller/ crazy dancing machine), unil we came home at which point we has 7 guys and little old me ( a couple friends came home with us).

When I was seventeen years old Silent kindof split up because Brian left on a mission for our church. At that time we decided to also get rid of our bass player and find a couple new people. We reformed the band with the three remaining members (Chris, myself, and Adam), and added 3 more. A new bass player who's name has slipped my mind, a new guitarist also by the name of Chris, and a back up vocalist/keyboard player name Britta Baum. We called ourselves This Dance.

This Dance was pretty good as far as things go. We had practice twice a week and had some really great songs going. But alas, I found myself in a situation where I felt I needed to move away from some other things in my life for awhile... So, I did exactly that. I first told my friend Chris (the drummer, and possibly one of the best friends i have ever had). He understood and agreed that I needed to get away from some of the things in my life as well, and if moving away was the only way I could make it happen then I needed to do it. I know it killed him to say so too, because the band was always very important to him.

So, with Chris's blessing I took off and moved to Arizona. In moving to Arizona it seems I have also moved away from the whole music thing.

There was a time or two where I tried to pick it up again, Brian the old guitarist from Silent moved to Arizona for a while and we put a couple songs together... but alas, he moved home to Utah and neither one of us really had time in our schedules to play much.

I miss music so much, I miss singing, I miss being up on stage with the lights dimmed and then having them slowly come up and get brighter and brighter as the song begins. I loved the feeling of being onstage and singing. For me, when I was up there everything else just seemed to dissapear. I am glad that I was able to have those experiences, that I have been able to make those lifelong friends.

It is funny that the writing prompt this week is on music, just the other day I got a message from someone I had never met before on my myspace. She is someone who had seen Silent perform and remembered it... This was 10 years ago! And she had the nicest things to say about coming to see our shows. She told me I should really keep up with the singing. Thanks Natasha! I think I just might. My life is very different now, but I really think I could make room in it for a little music. Everyone needs a little music in their lives right?

Pop Art??? Well, i don't know.. But I still like it.

Well, I posted yesterday for the Self Portrait Challenge and did not pay attention to the fact that it happens on Tuesdays. So, today i made another one. I tried to start doing a pop art thing, but my brain just was not feeling it today. So... I came up with this.




I can pretend that its pop art by saying that my eyes really pop in the picture. But whatever kind of art it is I still think it looks kinof neat. I am still very unsure of how to use many of the tools that come with Photoshop, but that has led to some happy creative accidents... like my profile picture for example. I have no clue how I achieved that, but I am rather pleased with the results. Any suggestions or comments would be greatly appreciated.

My first Self Portrait Challenge... FUN!

So, I have decided that in order to keep the creative juices flowing I need to do more creative things. To do that I have joined several blog challenges. They all post a challenge of some sort, whether it be a writing challenge, and craft, a photography challenge, or a scrapbooking challenge, then everyone who wants to participate creates their little work of art and posts it for the world to see. Nice! I love it!!

So, to kick off my creative blog I will be doing the Self Portrait Challenge. This month the theme is Pop Art. I am not so great at pop art but I tried at least. Here is my creation. Enjoy! I call it Blue eyes. I just could not think of another name for it.




I made it in Photoshop with my super limited photoshop skills... I am still learning. I hope to get better, I really want to get a Wacom tablet because I think stuff like this might be REALLY fun with one. Any suggestions would be appreciated. I know this is not really all that Pop arty... but I did not have alot of time and I had just taken this picture of myself. Next time it will be better I promise. ;)

Craft Hell

I am sitting in craft hell right now. It looks as though a volcano erupted in my kitchen spewing out rubber stamps, paper, bottle caps, beads, paint, and all kinds of pom pom and pipe cleaner things. My sewing machine is sitting on top of a book shelf just out of reach, there are half organized boxes of photos EVERYWHERE, and all I can do is stare at the chaos and then get on the computer and check out craigslist pets section and google photoshop tutorials. How did this happen? Do I really have his much crap??? Guess so.
The plan was to make the kitchen my own private crafting retreat where I can still watch over the kids and work on my things. Well, I have so much stuff I can't seem to make it that nice, clean, relaxing space I needed. I think it really must be the whole 3 kids under 4 thing... I guess that could make life a little crazy. I will get up and TRY to organize my stuff, but then its time for breakfast and I gotta cook. then I gotta clean and play... and all that stuff. After that the 1 year old has a nap, so I try again and the 4 month old wakes up to eat. Okay, feed, burp. Back to work. Whats this? 4 year old wants me to play dinosaurs and flying cars with him. Okay... but just for a bit. Mommy has stuff to do.
and now, I have to run because Kayden (4 year old) just hit Jett (1 year old) and they woke up Kael (baby). Hooray for bed time. only one more hour!