I haven't blogged in months, but these videos are worth sharing.
In less than a week I will be in New York experiencing all of this.
I have watched these videos at least 20x and they are right. IT MUST BE LOVE.
Be Jealous.
Fox and friends
For all you FOXNews lovers.
This is a must watch.
Favorite lines?
"I mean we almost had the first government shutdown in the history of this country."
"I love fatties. They are funny and so eclectic."
"Maybe soon it won't be the eagle on the American flag, it will be the - what's a mexican bird? A burrito - a chicken burrito."
It's scary how close it resembles the real show.
This is a must watch.
Favorite lines?
"I mean we almost had the first government shutdown in the history of this country."
"I love fatties. They are funny and so eclectic."
"Maybe soon it won't be the eagle on the American flag, it will be the - what's a mexican bird? A burrito - a chicken burrito."
It's scary how close it resembles the real show.
Viva Las Santo Jorge
I went to St. George and Las Vegas with some friends and it has taken me two weeks to even attempt to upload these pictures on my computer. What can I say - I am lazy. And to be honest, after staring at a computer at work for about five hours a day, the last thing I want to do is come home and look at a computer screen. Do you blame me?
So I finally decided to work on it tonight and I am happy I did because these pictures just make me laugh. The five of us had a riot. Between the music, meals, jokes, self-timers, power trips, and inside jokes - I have decided that I only want to travel with these people.
No need for a recap. I'll let the pictures do their thing.
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Jamming to Michael Jackson for the entire ride down.
Can you match the phone to the owner? Shouldn't be that hard.
Eating at Capriattis.
Parking garage at the premium outlets.
Rio Buffet. Wasn't that impressed
Rachel paying $25 for soup and salad.
Daphne losing all her money. Seriously.
My favorite picture of the trip.
This is what happens when someone says 'pose.'
Our looks of disgust at one of the free shows at the Rio.
Trying on clothes in the dressing room at h & m.
Two and a half hours later, at 1:00 in the morning, we finished.
Classic Vegas picture. Taken right before I dropped my iphone into the fountain, cracking my screen. Luckily it landed in the bushes on the next ledge and didn't fall into the water. Lucky. However, it did happen to be the worst thing that has happened so far this year. And that is not an exaggeration.
Asian tourist picture. For Kimbre. We miss you.
Loving the warm weather.
This is what happens when the other hikers tell you to be funny.
Oh hey guys.
An indian cave that smelt like urine. The teenager that took the picture apparently is still waiting for me to add him on facebook. That won't ever happen.
The crevice that we went through. Claustrophobic is an understatement. If you look hard, you can see that it is extremely narrow. At one point, I was completely stuck and after the initial panic subsided, I was able to wiggle my chest to continue on. I really liked the movie 127 hours, but I honestly don't think that I could have cut my arm off, had I gotten stuck.
And this is what happens when you let someone else take your camera? No Jeff isn't strong.
The whitest thing I've ever seen.
The last picture of the trip.
All seven books Rachel thought she could read on the trip. I'm pretty sure she only opened them to take this picture.
So there you have it.
Five friends.
A four hour drive.
Three full days.
Two cities.
And one lazy blogger.
So I finally decided to work on it tonight and I am happy I did because these pictures just make me laugh. The five of us had a riot. Between the music, meals, jokes, self-timers, power trips, and inside jokes - I have decided that I only want to travel with these people.
No need for a recap. I'll let the pictures do their thing.
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Jamming to Michael Jackson for the entire ride down.
Can you match the phone to the owner? Shouldn't be that hard.
Eating at Capriattis.
Parking garage at the premium outlets.
Rio Buffet. Wasn't that impressed
Rachel paying $25 for soup and salad.
Daphne losing all her money. Seriously.
My favorite picture of the trip.
This is what happens when someone says 'pose.'
Our looks of disgust at one of the free shows at the Rio.
Trying on clothes in the dressing room at h & m.
Two and a half hours later, at 1:00 in the morning, we finished.
Classic Vegas picture. Taken right before I dropped my iphone into the fountain, cracking my screen. Luckily it landed in the bushes on the next ledge and didn't fall into the water. Lucky. However, it did happen to be the worst thing that has happened so far this year. And that is not an exaggeration.
Asian tourist picture. For Kimbre. We miss you.
Loving the warm weather.
This is what happens when the other hikers tell you to be funny.
Oh hey guys.
An indian cave that smelt like urine. The teenager that took the picture apparently is still waiting for me to add him on facebook. That won't ever happen.
The crevice that we went through. Claustrophobic is an understatement. If you look hard, you can see that it is extremely narrow. At one point, I was completely stuck and after the initial panic subsided, I was able to wiggle my chest to continue on. I really liked the movie 127 hours, but I honestly don't think that I could have cut my arm off, had I gotten stuck.
And this is what happens when you let someone else take your camera? No Jeff isn't strong.
The whitest thing I've ever seen.
The last picture of the trip.
All seven books Rachel thought she could read on the trip. I'm pretty sure she only opened them to take this picture.
So there you have it.
Five friends.
A four hour drive.
Three full days.
Two cities.
And one lazy blogger.
music friday
Every week or so I burn a new cd. With old and new stuff.
Thought I would share this weeks.
Aptly titled "Not the Grenade Song"
To explain the title of the cd, it is best to post this question . . . Who are the people that are requesting that grenade song over and over on the radio? Today on the way home from work I heard it on three stations. Not to mention that it is all over the internet and tv. Really? As my friend said, "that song is completely irrelevant to everyone." When would you ever need to catch a grenade, throw your hand on a blade, or jump in front of a train for your girlfriend? Exactly. It's a little extreme. And pretty stupid.
So just one request. Stop listening to it. And maybe listen to something a little more thought-provoking. Like these:
Needs - collective soul
In Too Deep - genesis
Unreconciled - peter bradley adams
Colors - amos lee
We Are Only Getting Better - joshua radin
Passion Play - william fitzsimmons
Colder Weather - zac brown band
Drown - chasen
Upside Down - peter bradley adams
Radio Can't Rewind - sam wilson
How Would I Know - ari hest
Don't You Wanna Stay - jason aldean
Crossfire - brandon flowers
Just Can't Get Enough - black eyed peas
Tonight Tonight - hot chelle rae
For the First Time - the script
Yeah Yeah - sam means
Don't Lose My Number - phil collins
Hard Times - john legend
Wait - get set go
Violin - amos lee
Thought I would share this weeks.
Aptly titled "Not the Grenade Song"
To explain the title of the cd, it is best to post this question . . . Who are the people that are requesting that grenade song over and over on the radio? Today on the way home from work I heard it on three stations. Not to mention that it is all over the internet and tv. Really? As my friend said, "that song is completely irrelevant to everyone." When would you ever need to catch a grenade, throw your hand on a blade, or jump in front of a train for your girlfriend? Exactly. It's a little extreme. And pretty stupid.
So just one request. Stop listening to it. And maybe listen to something a little more thought-provoking. Like these:
Needs - collective soul
In Too Deep - genesis
Unreconciled - peter bradley adams
Colors - amos lee
We Are Only Getting Better - joshua radin
Passion Play - william fitzsimmons
Colder Weather - zac brown band
Drown - chasen
Upside Down - peter bradley adams
Radio Can't Rewind - sam wilson
How Would I Know - ari hest
Don't You Wanna Stay - jason aldean
Crossfire - brandon flowers
Just Can't Get Enough - black eyed peas
Tonight Tonight - hot chelle rae
For the First Time - the script
Yeah Yeah - sam means
Don't Lose My Number - phil collins
Hard Times - john legend
Wait - get set go
Violin - amos lee
iPhone Pictures
iPhone Pictures from the past three weeks.
The crew after Chris' band played one of their shows.
I was unaware that this was a parking place. Apparently this dude got the memo.
Teaching a cancer patient how to make a head wrap out of a normal t-shirt. For some reason I was forced into being the model.
The view from work. If you can't tell. That's downtown Salt Lake in the background.
Training materials. Yes I read that whole book.
Littlefoot. The toy dinosaur my co-worker gave me. Don't ask.
Grandma and Marcus. In matching outfits.
Markie Mark.
My new home.
Weekend dinner at Gourmandise Bakery with Jillian, Ben and pregnant Heather.
This is what happens when I say, "try and be indie by taking a picture with your food so I can blog about it."
BYU/UTAH Rugby. And yes, Utah got Jimmered, even though Jimmer isn't even on the team.
Daphne's birthday at Cheesecake Factory. If only I would have taken a picture of the Justin Bieber cutout she brought with her.
The crew after Chris' band played one of their shows.
I was unaware that this was a parking place. Apparently this dude got the memo.
Teaching a cancer patient how to make a head wrap out of a normal t-shirt. For some reason I was forced into being the model.
The view from work. If you can't tell. That's downtown Salt Lake in the background.
Training materials. Yes I read that whole book.
Littlefoot. The toy dinosaur my co-worker gave me. Don't ask.
Grandma and Marcus. In matching outfits.
Markie Mark.
My new home.
Weekend dinner at Gourmandise Bakery with Jillian, Ben and pregnant Heather.
This is what happens when I say, "try and be indie by taking a picture with your food so I can blog about it."
BYU/UTAH Rugby. And yes, Utah got Jimmered, even though Jimmer isn't even on the team.
Daphne's birthday at Cheesecake Factory. If only I would have taken a picture of the Justin Bieber cutout she brought with her.
Attention Future Wife
I recently read a magazine article that I thoroughly enjoyed. For Valentine's Day, I think that it would be a good idea for you to study it. It contains vital information for our marriage and our eternal happiness. Take your time, put the suggestions into practice; and by doing so, I promise that I - I mean we - will be happy. You may think that the material is out of date, but I can assure you that it is relevant to our situation.
Here it is. Straight from Housekeeping Monthly's 1955 issue.
"The Good Wife's Guide"
- Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
- Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
- Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
- Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
- During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
- Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
- Be happy to see him.
- Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
- Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
- Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
- Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
- Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
- Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
- Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
- A good wife always knows her place.
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So what do you think? Do you think you can commit to do all these before we get married? It can't be that hard.
After all, the author wouldn't promise you immense personal satisfaction (by catering to my every need) if it wasn't proven effective.
Let me know what you think. I love you. I said I love you. Now tell me you love me.
Sincerely,
YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND (a.k.a. master of the house)
Here it is. Straight from Housekeeping Monthly's 1955 issue.
"The Good Wife's Guide"
- Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
- Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
- Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
- Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dustcloth over the tables.
- During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
- Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
- Be happy to see him.
- Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
- Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
- Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
- Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
- Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
- Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
- Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
- A good wife always knows her place.
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So what do you think? Do you think you can commit to do all these before we get married? It can't be that hard.
After all, the author wouldn't promise you immense personal satisfaction (by catering to my every need) if it wasn't proven effective.
Let me know what you think. I love you. I said I love you. Now tell me you love me.
Sincerely,
YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND (a.k.a. master of the house)
Fish Fight
Last weekend, Rachel and her roommates had a goldfish party.
Ever heard of one?
It's ok I hadn't either.
Nor did I think that it was something that would be very fun.
To be honest, I thought it all sounded a little too Provo for me. You know the constant theme parties that the students and complexes are always having. 80s - Poker - All White - 90s Sitcoms - Murder Mystery - Origami - Great Gatsby - Etc. Surprisingly enough, these are all examples of parties I have attended in the past. I don't know whether to be proud or embarrassed.
I was up front with Rachel and told her that I didn't want to come. I felt that there were probably more important things going on for a Saturday night. But who was I kidding? The majority of my Salt Lake friends were going to be there and Daphne more or less forced me into going; seeing that we had spent the whole afternoon together at Costco. So I gave in.
Everyone invited was supposed to bring their own fish . . . preferably a gold one . . . to race in a round robin style tournament. Each round consists of two fish being placed in homemade race tracks filled with water. Then with squirt guns, you guide your fish to the end. Sound ridiculous? Well it kind of was.
Daphne and I bought the biggest goldfish we could find and named him Mr. Manager. (You know, from Arrested Development?) Our hope was that he would be crowned champion of the fifty plus fish that were in attendance. However, his size became a detriment and he ended up losing every race. That or someone drugged him. The verdict is still out.
Despite our loss, we had a great night.
The crew was back together again and we ended the night with another Provo favorite - a dance party.
Update: Mr. Manager passed away. Daphne found him, mourned, and flushed him down the toilet with a bunch of glitter. Random. I guess that makes up for the lack of coffin.
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