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Last month a co-worker gave the office nerds remote control cars to thank them for all their hard work. This was also the same day I started cursing more at the office.

I don’t know what’s more annoying: tripping over a car and falling on your face or trying to explain to clients the background noise they hear is a bunch of toy cars. Rather than putting a contract on their heads I decided I had to find a way to embrace their dumb toys. It took weeks, but I finally found a use for the toys:

Sporty Nerd was thrilled at the idea of delivering my drinks all day, but since the office doesn’t stock vodka tonics he didn’t have much to do after one delivery. Being a resourceful nerd he quickly found that driving notes to my desk was not only better than soda delivery, but also more efficient than email.

Watching this video you may think I have nothing better to do than sit around and film my freaking dog. You’d be wrong, which may be the reason I’m behind in school readings. BUT, at least you know I’ve started packing my kitchen!

Seriously, what little pricks. I take the time to make a homemade dinner, turn my back for one second and the little prick steals my popcorn.

Before you watch this video you should know he totally deserved to be yelled at. He broke our pinky promise that he’d not tell Susan I don’t think cats should exist, which is sad because her cat is really quite lovely.

In another life if her cat was a Canadian I think we’d be great friends. I bet a previous cat, newly Canadian friend would NEVER break a pinky promise, or get me in trouble with Susan and then laugh about it.

I really wanted to title the video “Real Men Ride Pink” but didn’t. You’re welcome.

My favorite thing about Christmas is spending time with my niece and nephew.  Everything is more entertaining when you have the comedy of four-year-old.  EVERYTHING.

My brother, Ben, and I are in the country for the holidays.  The country, in case you don’t know, is the most boring thing ever.  When we complained to my mother about how bored we were she suggested we do her hair, go caroling to the neighboring cattle or read Christmas stories to one another.

Umm… no thanks.

Instead we opened a few presents.  One of which was from my grandmother and contained a package of needles.  I’m not really sure why, but it was fun nonetheless.

The needles resulted in all sorts of Nielson madness.  Next year I’m asking for surgical tubing.

The last part of the video is by far the best–Ben always makes me laugh. His concentration in this video is remarkable, but not nearly as funny as the other.

I’m a lousy outdoorsman, or is that outdoorsgirl? Whatever it is, I’m LOUSY at it. Last night when trying to find a flashlight to take along on my Emigration Canyon adventure I realized the only flashlight I own is a Hello Kitty one that sings.

I would certainly make a worthless hippie, but I would make an excellent Japanese teenager.