I was sitting in the drive through line at sonic, when I looked in front of me and saw one of those little yellow warning signs that say, "Baby on Board," stuck to the vans rear window. And no offense to anyone who has one of those on your car, but they are kinda dumb.
Because what are they for? Is it a super bragging device? Good for you, you have a baby. Now hurry up and stop ordering a boat load of food from Sonic. You aren't eating for two anymore.
Or if it is to make people drive more carefully, that's a dumb reason, too. Because by the time the insane driver reads your "BABY ON BOARD" sign, he's already too close and he's gonna crash into you and your baby anyway.
So pointless, right? But I guess I'd rather look at that sign, than some sticker of a devious boy relieving himself, while waiting in line at Sonic.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Picdate = Picture update.
THIS GUY, RIGHT HERE, was an AMAZING prom date. Wowzas he's such a gentleman and is so much fun to be with, plussss he's super cute! he's also good at jam sessions with friends. Love love!
THIS STEEPLE, RIGHT HERE, is the coolest, newest steeple to be up on top of a temple, and it's in mi madre's hometown of PIMATHATCHERSAFFORD!! breathtaking. absolute.
Gavin, ever since he was small, collected stickers of all sorts. Even the stickers off of bananas and apples and halloween stuff. And then he would stick them on this cupboard in our kitchen. Then one day I said they had to go. He only cried a little bit. I was proud of him. So i put all of those stickers in some paper and called it his "sticker book." Boo ya. It was an absolute pain trying to take them off, though. Whatever. Worth it.
I graduated. (a faint "yikes" is heard in the background)
My friends rule.
Boogy Man Come Get Me
INFURIATING!
I set my alarm for like, 8:30. I woke up, turned it off, fully expecting to wake up in 20 mins. And then suddenly i hear this horrible creaking sound, AND ITS MACEY! and EVEN MORE THAN THAT, IT IS 11:20!!!! And this is not the first time I've done this. Not even the second. Not the third nor the fourth. Ever since graduation night my internal clock has been definitely bashed to pieces and I have no sense of time attttt alllllll. If I have to get up for something I can, but if work or student orientation or church is not calling my name, I won't be up earlier than 11. Somsing ees veddy wrong here..
I've never been much of the stereotypical teenager, I thought I was lucky to skip that whole thing, but now im suffering from SolidREM-itis, can't wake that kid fer nothing, Freaky Friday, pulling me out of my bed, ITS TERRIBLE. I hate it. And then its a cycle of I'm not tired, so I don't go to sleep on time, then I wake up late and then I'm not tired.
SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I set my alarm for like, 8:30. I woke up, turned it off, fully expecting to wake up in 20 mins. And then suddenly i hear this horrible creaking sound, AND ITS MACEY! and EVEN MORE THAN THAT, IT IS 11:20!!!! And this is not the first time I've done this. Not even the second. Not the third nor the fourth. Ever since graduation night my internal clock has been definitely bashed to pieces and I have no sense of time attttt alllllll. If I have to get up for something I can, but if work or student orientation or church is not calling my name, I won't be up earlier than 11. Somsing ees veddy wrong here..
I've never been much of the stereotypical teenager, I thought I was lucky to skip that whole thing, but now im suffering from SolidREM-itis, can't wake that kid fer nothing, Freaky Friday, pulling me out of my bed, ITS TERRIBLE. I hate it. And then its a cycle of I'm not tired, so I don't go to sleep on time, then I wake up late and then I'm not tired.
SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
A Rose By Any Other Name...
We're watching the Spain/Poland futbol soccer game and I asked,
"Why do we call countries by names other than the ones they call themselves?"
We call Espana, "Spain" but its not Spain. It's Espana. (sorry for the incorrect "N" but i can't do the legit one on my keyboard.)
Why does the world think they can change the names of the countries that aren't theirs? Because you take away their identity if you label them as something other than they are. We are the United States. Not "Etats Unis" I don't know, I just think it's weird. Why can't we all just accept each other's names? Why can't we just use all the correct names? Because they are who they are. I'm not just going to change my foreign exchange student's name to George because his real name is Hor-hey. I'll call him "Hor-hey." or Jorge. I call him what his people call him, because that's his name. I think it's high time we call up Janet Neopolitan Ice Cream and ask her to do something about this grievous mistake that every one is making.
"Why do we call countries by names other than the ones they call themselves?"
We call Espana, "Spain" but its not Spain. It's Espana. (sorry for the incorrect "N" but i can't do the legit one on my keyboard.)
Why does the world think they can change the names of the countries that aren't theirs? Because you take away their identity if you label them as something other than they are. We are the United States. Not "Etats Unis" I don't know, I just think it's weird. Why can't we all just accept each other's names? Why can't we just use all the correct names? Because they are who they are. I'm not just going to change my foreign exchange student's name to George because his real name is Hor-hey. I'll call him "Hor-hey." or Jorge. I call him what his people call him, because that's his name. I think it's high time we call up Janet Neopolitan Ice Cream and ask her to do something about this grievous mistake that every one is making.
Monday, June 7, 2010
INTRUDER ALERT
I almost just walked into the Perkinson's home, while they were home.
I've been watering their plants and watching their house and I was supposed to go in and water the indoor plants and collect the mail and whatever whatever and I pull up, and something is different about the house. And then I call my mom. And it turns out they're all home, and imagine me, opening their garage and walking into their home, just to find them all sleepily waking up and giving me horrible questioning stares. AH I'm embarrassed just thinking about it. Like what do you even say in a situation like that? And think about all the family jokes they'd make about me forever after. Yeah, thanks, texting, crisis averted.
I've been watering their plants and watching their house and I was supposed to go in and water the indoor plants and collect the mail and whatever whatever and I pull up, and something is different about the house. And then I call my mom. And it turns out they're all home, and imagine me, opening their garage and walking into their home, just to find them all sleepily waking up and giving me horrible questioning stares. AH I'm embarrassed just thinking about it. Like what do you even say in a situation like that? And think about all the family jokes they'd make about me forever after. Yeah, thanks, texting, crisis averted.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
The Big "FB"
What makes facebook so appealing? Why is that the first place I go to when I am slightly bored? Why don't I watch TV anymore? It's because facebook is there. Facebook is waiting. And facebook will get you.
The thing that is most convenient about facebook, or FB, is that, ok, well, there's two most convenient things. One is that it is the easiest way to keep in touch with people you don't really care about. Or the people that you wouldn't care about if FB didn't exist, but now you do seem to care about them because you have access to them. You talk to the people you would never talk to again just because you can. Just because you only have 1,265 friends and can't risk losing one.
The second most convenient aspect of the FB is that pictures are EVERYWHERE! and while this can be a danger, because of internet stalkers (which we all have become, inadvertently. If I said, "raise your hand if you've ever FB stalked someone in your lifetime as a FB user" EVERYONE would raise their hand.) so while the multitudes of pictures can be a danger, it is still the best thing since the birthday list on the right hand side of the page. TAG ME! easy. done. now your picture, is my picture, and his picture, and Mr. Jenkin's picture, and Chelsea's picture, and well, you get the picture.
But FB is a big, fat, loveable waste of time. Kinda like Barney. It's a huge love-hate relationship that everyone has. It's a pleasurable plague. It's a delicious dilemma. It's a cuddly curse. We've got to get out. But we never will. So we shouldn't bother with trying to stay away. This summer, if it is anything like the last, is going to keep me at my computer way too often. On FB. But the dumb thing is that it's not worth getting on if there are only 36 "Most Recent" posts. and if you have no friend requests or notifications, you might as well be watching Barney. FB is exciting, only because there's the suspense of, who's gonna tag me next? Who will be the next loser to succumb to getting a FB account and adding me as a friend? Who wants to wish me a happy birthday? Who's on chat? Who's getting married to whom? Heaven forbid that I should go without knowing all this stuff. All this stuff that really has no affect on my non-cyber life. All this stuff that is just that, stuff. And I'm not bashing it, cuz I can't live without it, just like you can't live without it.
And we can say "Oh, I could cancel my FB account right now and not even care." But once you're in, you're in. Your days become full of, "What's happening on FB while I'm not there? Who's marrying whom? Does Jason have a better farm than me now that I've been gone for 15 hours?"
So there it is, and here we are. I'm blogging this, because I told myself I wasn't getting on FB tonight. But, if my will is as weak as I feel it is (because I want to see if anyone commented on my status) I will be on there for at least five minutes before I go to sleep.
Oh Mighty Creators of Facebook, what have you done?
The thing that is most convenient about facebook, or FB, is that, ok, well, there's two most convenient things. One is that it is the easiest way to keep in touch with people you don't really care about. Or the people that you wouldn't care about if FB didn't exist, but now you do seem to care about them because you have access to them. You talk to the people you would never talk to again just because you can. Just because you only have 1,265 friends and can't risk losing one.
The second most convenient aspect of the FB is that pictures are EVERYWHERE! and while this can be a danger, because of internet stalkers (which we all have become, inadvertently. If I said, "raise your hand if you've ever FB stalked someone in your lifetime as a FB user" EVERYONE would raise their hand.) so while the multitudes of pictures can be a danger, it is still the best thing since the birthday list on the right hand side of the page. TAG ME! easy. done. now your picture, is my picture, and his picture, and Mr. Jenkin's picture, and Chelsea's picture, and well, you get the picture.
But FB is a big, fat, loveable waste of time. Kinda like Barney. It's a huge love-hate relationship that everyone has. It's a pleasurable plague. It's a delicious dilemma. It's a cuddly curse. We've got to get out. But we never will. So we shouldn't bother with trying to stay away. This summer, if it is anything like the last, is going to keep me at my computer way too often. On FB. But the dumb thing is that it's not worth getting on if there are only 36 "Most Recent" posts. and if you have no friend requests or notifications, you might as well be watching Barney. FB is exciting, only because there's the suspense of, who's gonna tag me next? Who will be the next loser to succumb to getting a FB account and adding me as a friend? Who wants to wish me a happy birthday? Who's on chat? Who's getting married to whom? Heaven forbid that I should go without knowing all this stuff. All this stuff that really has no affect on my non-cyber life. All this stuff that is just that, stuff. And I'm not bashing it, cuz I can't live without it, just like you can't live without it.
And we can say "Oh, I could cancel my FB account right now and not even care." But once you're in, you're in. Your days become full of, "What's happening on FB while I'm not there? Who's marrying whom? Does Jason have a better farm than me now that I've been gone for 15 hours?"
So there it is, and here we are. I'm blogging this, because I told myself I wasn't getting on FB tonight. But, if my will is as weak as I feel it is (because I want to see if anyone commented on my status) I will be on there for at least five minutes before I go to sleep.
Oh Mighty Creators of Facebook, what have you done?
Friday, June 4, 2010
Kody's Kute Mustache
Funny people do not come in bunches. Funny people are always surrounded by those who appreciate their funniness. So what happens when two funny people come together*?
*little side note: how many of us here still say "to-get-her" as they spell together? Not me, but I looked at the word and thought it looked wrong, so I went back to my elementary roots (which were dirty blonde) and said, yep. that's right.
What happens when two funny people come together is this massive appreciation of the other person's funniness. And using the other's funny to springboard their funny, to make more funny, and everyone ends up laughing til their sides start crying and begging for mercy.
This theory is demonstrated in my dad and his funny friends.
And in the movie The Sons of Provo.
And at Jester'Z Improv comedy place.
But not in groups of high school friends that are all girls or all boys. Those groups of friends are never funny. Why? I don't really know. Maybe because they have no one to impress so they don't try and be clever. Because true humor is found in cleverness. That's why you don't find funniness in groups of cheerleaders. Sorry, but it's true that none of them are clever enough. Or in groups of football player boys. The funniest people hang out on the outer rings of circles, they aren't really a part of anything, and this enables them to
A) know what everyone thinks is funny, and cater to their funny needs
and B) have a constant supply of new people to impress. Which creates more cleverness, which fuels all other areas of life in the funny world.
I love funny people. Not just people who are slap-stickers, but people who are legitimately funny.
KODY'S HOME!!!! GOTTA GO!
*little side note: how many of us here still say "to-get-her" as they spell together? Not me, but I looked at the word and thought it looked wrong, so I went back to my elementary roots (which were dirty blonde) and said, yep. that's right.
What happens when two funny people come together is this massive appreciation of the other person's funniness. And using the other's funny to springboard their funny, to make more funny, and everyone ends up laughing til their sides start crying and begging for mercy.
This theory is demonstrated in my dad and his funny friends.
And in the movie The Sons of Provo.
And at Jester'Z Improv comedy place.
But not in groups of high school friends that are all girls or all boys. Those groups of friends are never funny. Why? I don't really know. Maybe because they have no one to impress so they don't try and be clever. Because true humor is found in cleverness. That's why you don't find funniness in groups of cheerleaders. Sorry, but it's true that none of them are clever enough. Or in groups of football player boys. The funniest people hang out on the outer rings of circles, they aren't really a part of anything, and this enables them to
A) know what everyone thinks is funny, and cater to their funny needs
and B) have a constant supply of new people to impress. Which creates more cleverness, which fuels all other areas of life in the funny world.
I love funny people. Not just people who are slap-stickers, but people who are legitimately funny.
KODY'S HOME!!!! GOTTA GO!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Great.
I always have good ideas and then i get here and i just stare at the screen, all glowy and white. My body is having a difficult time letting go of stress. I have to literally say to myself, it's ok, you have nothing to do tomorrow. and then i let out a breath and still sleep with my body scrunched tight.
Death Cab makes music like nobody's business.
Well. I guess that's it. Gotta water plants.
Monday, May 3, 2010
If it Bleeds, It Leads
News is so horrible. I don't know how people sit and watch it all the time. But, I guess they like it because the newses (plural NEWSES?) always show the bad things, they wouldn't show it if it didn't get viewers. "Baby Gabriel is still missing, police don't know if he's dead or alive, but it's his birthday today, so..." UM WHAT?! what did you just say to me? I'll keep an eye out for baby gabriel, but man. Could have done without the heart-wrenching picture. I'd rather watch baseball.
Speaking of baseball, I watched a lacrosse game on TV a week or 7 ago. Let's rank the hardest (most rough on the body) sports to play. Hardest to easiest.
Rugby.
Football.
Lacrosse.
Hockey.
Basketball.
Volleyball.
Baseball.
Since those are all the sports that have ever existed ever, that's probably the best list that you'll find. But you might notice that baseball is the last one on the list. Why? I like baggin' on baseball.
Baggin on Baseball. that's a good band name.
I cleaned the bathroom and I liked it. I actually realized I like cleaning. When I'm not doing anything else. If I were solely a wife and nothing else, not even a mom, I would love cleaning. I like making things orderly. But. If im busy, I hardly ever get around to it. Uht oh. Bad mom alert! Just kidding, I'm gonna be a great mom. Or at least I'm gonna work toward that. Good deal.
Speaking of baseball, I watched a lacrosse game on TV a week or 7 ago. Let's rank the hardest (most rough on the body) sports to play. Hardest to easiest.
Rugby.
Football.
Lacrosse.
Hockey.
Basketball.
Volleyball.
Baseball.
Since those are all the sports that have ever existed ever, that's probably the best list that you'll find. But you might notice that baseball is the last one on the list. Why? I like baggin' on baseball.
Baggin on Baseball. that's a good band name.
I cleaned the bathroom and I liked it. I actually realized I like cleaning. When I'm not doing anything else. If I were solely a wife and nothing else, not even a mom, I would love cleaning. I like making things orderly. But. If im busy, I hardly ever get around to it. Uht oh. Bad mom alert! Just kidding, I'm gonna be a great mom. Or at least I'm gonna work toward that. Good deal.
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