Monday, March 31, 2008
This is what I do on my one day off...
Special thanks to Nolan, my super cool nephew, who plays the "little boy" in this video and to my creative and super fun brother, Andy, who filmed this and led in writing and singing the song.
From Complete Strangers to Friends... all because of Cheeseballs!
Everyone Loves Cheeseballs!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Jim is the COOLEST Home Depot Employee!
Broken Seal = Contamination
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friends are Cool with Reaching in... Strangers aren't
My friends had no problem reaching in to a community case of cheeseballs, but it became very clear that the only way strangers would be ok with taking my cheeseballs was if I could prove that the cheeseballs were sanitary and noone's hands had ever been in the container. So thus began the brainstorming.
Drawing Plans for the Cheeseball Harness
Sizing up the Container
Friday, March 28, 2008
The Vision
So it all began at a youth conference I did in Virginia. Some friends who knew me too well encouraged me to travel home with a huge container of cheeseballs. Remembering that airlines no longer serve pretzels or peanuts, I decided to bring my own snack. As I walked through the airport (alone) carrying the huge cheeseball container, I was delighted to see how many smiles appeared as my cheeseballs and I walked by. I ended up having conversations I never would have had had it not been for my cheeseballs. I even got announced on the intercom several times on the plane as "The Cheeseball Lady" who was handing out snacks in 9D.
Stuck in Chicago, Ohare airport for 5 hours, I ended up making a lot of friends because of my cheeseballs. No one wanted to eat them, though I offered, but everyone was interested in chatting about them. There were so many cheeseball induced conversations and I really started to grow fond of this cumbersome burden.
After relaying my cheeseball airport adventure to some friends, and seeing how laughter and smiles were spread to even them as listeners, I decided that the airport adventure could not be the end. Oh no, it was only the beginning.
Stuck in Chicago, Ohare airport for 5 hours, I ended up making a lot of friends because of my cheeseballs. No one wanted to eat them, though I offered, but everyone was interested in chatting about them. There were so many cheeseball induced conversations and I really started to grow fond of this cumbersome burden.
After relaying my cheeseball airport adventure to some friends, and seeing how laughter and smiles were spread to even them as listeners, I decided that the airport adventure could not be the end. Oh no, it was only the beginning.
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