No, as fitting as it might be, it’s not the official theme of my life, but I am, however, creating a category right here on my blog for your amusement. It will be called “Uh oh….” and it’s up to you to feel tempted or forced or use it for pure entertainment shenanigans. I don’t care. I don’t keep a blog to brag about a polished picture perfect cookie cutter life, because, HEY, thats’ not me! I’d rather make my own path than follow the ones stomped by others (high-five, Emerson, my main man.) OK, so in short, whenever I feel the need to vent or amuse or what have you, my category Uh oh will indulge in some of the darker sides of this seemingly Pollyanna-ish exterior, which, by the not, does NOT suit me at all. HA!
So let’s get started, and for legal purposes I suggest you DO NO attempt to copy any of these events, because they were done under the influence of sketchy street vendor foods and 1 dollar Wells drinks. Am I off the hook now?
1) Annie does things she shouldn’t do…..
Interfering with two Eugene Police Officers arresting a guy, handcuffs on and everything. Well cue Blondie (music) or some other über confident singer in the background, Annie finishes her drink and thinks it’s a BRILLIANT idea to go over to see what’s going on. Being a journalist and all that what’s I do, although, not on the clock here, and certainly not in a state to make sound reports. What I do, like most times, I do this… “Umm… eeeeexcuse me, I am from Europe and you policemen are doing such wonderful work in keeping our cities safe. Would you be terribly bothered if I asked to be in a picture of you? My poor husband Jamie, bless his heart, had taken the wise road into the bar where he was in the bathroom line. The guy who took our photo did so while holding his big foot on the head of the alleged victim, taser on alert and who know what else. I guess, what you should learn from this is never to interfere with officers on the site of a crime unless you are a clueless foreigner in a cute dress giving compliments. But after all, I’m all for trying at LEAST close to everything before I depart. I’d rather look back at the thrill and dangers instead of recreating that damn cupcake recipe for the 100th time. Now we’re talking recreations, folks!