epic blog

As my favorite restaurant is one I no longer get to visit, this is very difficulty for me (and my stomach) to write about.  My favorite restaurant is  Ji The Chicken Shop , but it is located in the UK, so I never get to eat there anymore.  Although this restaurant isn't fancy or anything, it serves my favorite food--chicken strips. Yes, I'm an adult and my favorite foods are chicken strips and chicken nuggets. So what? But, at Ji's, their chicken strips are not normal chicken strips. At the restaurant, they have all these different powered seasoning you can put on your chicken and/or fries. They have a seasoning there called plum seasoning that is sort of sweet and savory at the same time, and it makes both aspects of the meal AMAZING. I swear I think about this chicken at LEAST once a week. Not only do I love this restaurant, I love the memories I have here. My friend Emely and I would go the Ji's once a week, sometimes more. We would sit in there for a ...

When I was in the first grade, I was obsessed with poodles, especially pink ones. I always wanted to own a poodle, preferably a pink one, of course. I think my love of poodles came from the fact that poodles have curly hair like I do. Anyway, for my birthday that year, my parents bought me a stuffed, pink poodle that had a zipper along the back and a strap that you could attach and detach. Since I was the biggest girly-girl too, I took that purse EVERYWHERE although I was a child with nothing to carry in a purse. Since I took it everywhere, it's no surprise that I couldn't find it one day.  That day, I went to school devastated that I had lost my pink poodle purse. I vividly remember the drawing I made in my journal that day with my twist up Crayola colored pencils (picture for nostalgia below). The picture was a of a tree with a single tree limb below the circles of green that were there to imitate the leaves of real trees. On this single tree branch, I drew the pink p...

As seen in my last biographical writing, a lot of my stories and memories from child hood include throwing up. Now, as my earliest childhood memories, I am going to describe the not one, but two, other instances of throw up engraved in my brain forever. The first is The Roadtrip. I was maybe two or three, and my family and I were all driving back to Oklahoma from Tennessee. We were in Tennessee for my aunt's wedding, and we were driving really late at night.I was in my carseat, and I was eating gummy worms. Eventually, I went into a gummy worm coma and fell asleep. I then woke up to myself throwing up gummy worms all over myself and my carseat. There wasn't a rest stop for several miles, so I had to wait to be cleaned off. I remember the exact barbie nightgown I was wearing. It was my favorite, and I was devastated. Eventually, we got to a rest stop where my parent cleaned me and my carpet up as my two older siblings complained. Once everything was clean, we got bac...

While at work the other day, (I work at a daycare), I noticed that the hand soap in the bathroom had been changed. The smell was familiar and the signature label has been branded into my brain from the time I was four-years-old. Suddenly, I was overcome with memories from when I myself was in preschool. It might be strangely specific, but the soap below, (or the "fish soap" as it's referred to in my family), has such a nostalgic smell for me.  (Image information: The "fish soap" obtained from Target ) Although I never purchase this soap myself, anytime I use I get fond flashbacks of much simpler times--the times of bear hunts, baby bumblebees, and photoshoots for every season or holiday. Occasionally, I'll wash my hands in a public restroom and get sent straight back to my preschool classroom where I washed my hands for lunch everyday after a long morning of crafting. The daily ritual before lunch was to stand in a line waiting to get on the step s...