Goin' to the Bing to See the Giant Basket!

This is how I'd look every morning, if that big basket were across the street!

Friends!  I've learned something extremely exciting, as you can tell from my extremely excited visage in today's photograph!  I heard that the people from Longaberger Baskets are movin' their staff out of their giant basket building into less exciting accommodations. 

If you aren't familiar with the awesomeness of this beautiful basket-shaped building, you click right the heck on this link and take a gander.  I'll wait!

I know!  It's so magnificent, I cannot IMAGINE why the Longaberger people wanna leave it!  But the reality is, they do, and do I ever have a plan for this giant basket!

First of all, I'd have my pal Paul Bunyan and his ox Babe go to Ohio and pick up that big basket for me, and they'd bring it to the Bing and plop it down in place of the Township Building.  There's nothing wrong with the Township Building, but a giant basket would REALLY be something.  Paul Bunyan could actually just schuschel the existing township building over into the field next door to it, and they could keep their equipment in there, still, but the voting and township meetings and regular business could move into luxurious accommodations on the top floor so that everybody doing township business can look out of the windows and see the splendor that is the Bing. 

On the ground floor will be a magnificent food court and convenience store space, for those little essentials a person needs, as well as a world-class gift shop, fulla basket-and-Bing-themed merchandise.  On the remaining four floors, I envision mixed-use offices, retail space, event venues, meeting rooms, and a sit-down restaurant.

See?  I have a plan.

Now, skeptics might say that the giant basket has NOTHING to do with the Bing, but I say it doesn't have anything to do with the Bing YET.  There's a difference.  You just wait, Big People.  Once that giant basket is here, people won't be able to think of the Bing WITHOUT thinkin' about that big, beautiful basket building! 

Be a Bing Basket Believer, Friends!  I sure as all get-out am!  I love ya lots!  Muah!

Tee Minus One Week 'Til Spring Ahead

At least we're closer to Summer when we Spring Ahead!

Hiya, Big People!  Happy Sunday to ya!

Hey, you know what?  In a week from today, we'll be turnin' our clocks ahead.  Some of you like to call it 'Spring Ahead.' Me?  I call it 'Feelin' Like I'm Runnin' Late Everywhere I Go for the Next Few Weeks.'

It's true.  My clock inside me is governed by Mother Nature, not The Man.  So in my experience of Spring Ahead for my whole life, and this'll be my FIFTH Spring Ahead, I will be even less ready to go to bed at bedtime, and will likely be a little slowed-down in the morning, on accounta my body-clock thinks I have an hour of sleep left, but the Clock of the Man says it's time to rise and shine and start hecklin' the daylights outta my folks.

Anyways, we don't Spring Ahead today, but we do in less than a week now, and I just wantchya all to prepare for it, Friends, however you might do just that.  I don't have any ideas for ya, actually.  I wish I did.  I know I'm usually your girl to come to when you need answers.  I usually have an answer for everything.  Not this, though, I'm sorry to say.  I mean, I roll with Spring Ahead sort of undramatically, because I hafta, and there's no choice but to go along with it, but I really don't start to comin' around to Spring Ahead until May or June.  You know, when I can really see results. 

Anyway.  Let's enjoy our last week of Standard Time and daylight in the early morning while we have it, Friends.  I love ya lots!  And I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

Not All Ricottage Cheese Was Created Equal

There's nothing wrong with knowin' what your favorite things are, Friends!

Hiya, Big People!  Happy Saturday to you.  So!  How's it going?

Well, ya know, I'm a kid with a taste for the finer things in life, and that makes me kind of an expert in... well, the finer things in life. 

Anyways, the other day, I told Mommy I wanted some Ricottage Cheese.  You know the kind I'm talkin' about.  It comes in a tub, and ya scoop it out into a dish and eat it.  And as it turned, out, we had some Ricottage Cheese in the fridge!  How about that?!

Mommy let me pick out my dish, and let me pick out my spoon, and then I saw it: the tubba Ricottage Cheese.  What a disaster.  It was dark blue with a stupid bird on it.  I like the Ricottage Cheese that Gramma buys, which comes in a white tub with a big letter C on it. 

Needless to say, I was NOT lettin' anybody feed me inferior Ricottage Cheese from the dark blue tub with the stupid bird on it.  And needless to say, this made Mommy mad, on accounta she'd already scooped me out a portion of that inferior Ricottage Cheese.  And then do you know what she did?  She told me it's the same exact thing Gramma buys, but it just comes in a different tub, is all.  She said all Ricottage Cheese is the same!

I don't know if Mommy thinks I was born yesterday or what, but I'm definitely not fallin' for that trick.  You and I both know, Big People, that not all Ricottage Cheese is created equal.

Hmmmmmph.

Not Spring Yet Break!

I'm going on Spring Break in my dang old head, that's for sure!

Big People!  Guess what?!

It's Friday already!  How the heck right about that?!

Well, ya know, a lotta people older than me are goin' on Spring Break starting this afternoon or this evening.  Spring Break happens when the college shuts down for a weeker so, all the kids get on planes, and head to ... well, I guess wherever college kids go for Spring Break.  What an interesting phenomenon!

I'm not going on an actual Spring Break myself.  It's okay. I have plenty of ideas of where I'd go for Spring Break, if I were going on Spring Break. 

I'm thinking I'd probably hop on a dang ol' plane or maybe the Autotrain with my pink pedal car and go down to Disney World to see my pal Mickey Mouse and talk marvelous hair accessories with my friend Minnie Mouse.  Maybe I'd even work in her bow-tique for my Spring Break.  That'd be a lotta fun, if ya ask me!  I bet it'd also be a lotta fun to drive around Disney World on all that pavement. 

Friends, I've gotta tell you.  I love my pink pedal car, but unless I can drive it (carefully) in the dang ol' house, I hafta drive it on the gravel outside, and guess what.  Gravel is HARD to pedal on!  I mean, I know it's extra resistance, and that it's great for my quads, hammies, and glutes, but there's a line between excellent exercise and justa pain in the neck... or legs, as the case may be.  All that pavement at dang ol' Disney World sounds like a pedal-car driver's dream come true!

So that's my thoughts on Not Spring Yet Break!  It still sounds like a great way to whoop it up and if you get to, Big People, please do!  I love ya lots!  See ya tomorrow! Muah!

Zoe Style

A smile is my most important accessory when I'm kickin' it Zoe-Style!

Hiya, Big People!  Happy Thursday to ya!

Well, ya know, if ya follow me, you know I follow the fashion.  Or more to the point, I make my own style.  There's a difference. 

You see, fashion is transient and temporary.  One day, Fashion says ripped-up jeans are The Thing, and the next, if you don't turn up in skinny tuxedo pants, you're o-u-t out.  Fashion can be fun, but it's also very fickle. 

That's why I carefully curate my own STYLE.  Style is just how I am.  It's a certain aesthetic.  For instance, I'm a big proponent of the bright pattern, the unexpected detail.  For instance, get a loada my outfit today.  Eric Carle-inspired dots topped off with a pink faux fur vest.  Not everybody could carry off that look, but I can.  And of course, I wear my hair in a whimsical but functional side-braid, to keep it out of my face and finish the look off with a smile. The smile is the most important part.  That's what makes me Me!

I don't mind if people imitate my style.  That's sincere flattery, after all.  But I kinda wish they wouldn't.  You see, my style is MY style.  I work it, I flaunt it, I own it, I love it.  It's mine.  What works best on me won't work on anyone else.  They can take elements of my style, but I just really want everyone to make their OWN style, right, Friends?

The hard part is figuring out what your own style is, and the even harder part about that is that I don't even know how to tell ya where to begin, other than to pay attention to what definitely doesn't feel like your style.  If it feels like you borrowed a look from your frumpiest/most flamboyant/ most emo or goth/ most conservative friend, or if it feels like a uniform you can't wait to get off you, chances are, that look just isn't for you.  That isn't your style.  If ya hafta try too hard, that style isn't for you.  If it feels like the clothes are wearin' you, that style isn't for you. 

Soon enough, you'll start to see a pattern of the things you gravitate to and the things that make it easy for you to smile, and then you'll know you've landed on your very own style.

Be yourself, Big People!  Unless you're a jerk.  Don't be a jerk.  If you're a jerk, work on not being a jerk.  Otherwise, be yourself.  How about that?!

I love ya lots, Friends!  I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

It's March, Therefore I Ride!

A ride on a trusty horse is a soothing way to start the month, Big People!

Well, Hiya, Big People!  Wonderful Wednesday to ya!

As you know, March marched in yesterday, after having been delayed by an extra day for February, which was actually a really nice day.

Now that it's March, though, you're probably thinking that I'm gonna kick it off by marching somewheres.  Although this is a perfectly nice thing to think of doing, you couldn't be more wrong.  Actually, you couldn't be more wrong if you thought I was gonna roll everywhere, as in, roll like a little log or BB-8.  Rolling is not how I roll.  Certainly not in March!

Nope!  As you can see, I'm RIDIN'!  I visited my pal Sparky at the Arnot Mall and took a nice, leisurely canter through the Canyons of Commercialism with a side-trip through the Retail Ravine.  It's just my happy place, you know?  I don't even hafta buy anything, although I certainly like to. It's more about getting out of the house, you know?  Visiting with my pal Sparky.

Hey, Friends!  I love ya lots.  I know you have a lot to do today, plannin' out how you want your March Through March to go!  I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

The Crayon Is Mightier Than the Plastic Sword!

I've got the power!

Hiya, Big People!  Happy Tuesday to you!

So!  How's it goin'?

Today, I wanna talk to you about the way a crayon is mightier than a plastic sword.  You know why?  Because crayons are conduits through which IDEAS flow, that's why.  It's true.  I get me and idea in my head, pick up the crayon, go to the paper, and there's a magical reaction between the crayon and the paper, and before I even know it, there's my whole dang ol' ideas, right there on the paper in all their waxy glory.

And ya know what happens after that?  Well, I'll tell ya.  I see those glorious, waxy ideas, and it makes me think of a whole buncha new ideas, and out they come, outta the end of my crayon!

Yep.  I can pretty much change the whole world with my crayon.  The whole entire world.

What about plastic swords?  Yeah, sure, they're sharp and pointy and plastic, and they kinda hurt if ya poke yourself with one, but they're good only for stabbin' through maraschino cherries and olives and appetizers.  Big whoopidee-dee-ding.

I'll take a crayon, any day.  How about that?!

And as I have one, I have some ideas to render in glorious colorful wax.  I'd better get crackalackin'.  I love ya lots, Big People, and I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!