i sent that little story over to peter priesthood at why mormon girls stay single. told him i'd give him credit for every blog post he's ever written if he could explain that dude to me.
his reply:
Aubry,
So these guys do exist! You better get on that Aubs!!!! No seriously, this little post gave me a little chuckle, but I know his deal.
-First, he's in denial of being socially awkward. No one with common sense needs to post this anywhere. Makes me wonder, "What books was he actually reading to become more 'real world" inclined?"
-Second, this self education is probably some mantra he picked up from Tony Robbins. Self-help books don't necessarily correlate with self education.
-Third, he might have "good teeth," but he is suspect of having the exact same smile of his mentally retarded twin.
-Fourth, mucho importante scares me. I have a hunch the date will contain at least 5 references to his Spanish-speaking mission spoken in its "Mother Tongue"
-Fifth, speaking of tongue."There's nothing better than sitting around a roaring campfire eating smores as the chocolate oozes out the edges and you get to lick it up and try not to burn your tongue." That killed me! He just turned the child-like wholesome act of eating s'mores into a dirty, sex-provoking act.
-Sixth, yes he's not looking for a Molly Mormon, because apparently his Peter Priesthood act didn't bowl over to well. He's also a sex-deprived 28 year old. He's just horny. Period.
-Seventh, "I'll take you somewhere I GUARANTEE you've never been before." The only place he can guarantee is probably the after-life. So, I'd be a little hesitant about this sketch statement. Run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Eighth, he's not the reason why Mormon girls stay single, he's the reason why he's staying single, for a very long time.
-Ninth, he's a product of being enabled. He's probably seen too many other girls text, and email their way into a date and feel like if his resume is good enough, they'll come knocking on his door as well. He's a little backwards, because no girl actually want to feel like she was the fire-starter. Maybe a little flirting is good, but actually answer a freaking want ad? C'mon people, seriously?!?!
-Tenth, using his height and fresh breath as his selling points are telling. He only uses physical characteristics to possibly mask his emotional, spiritual deficiencies. Good luck with that.
-Eleventh, he actually isn't a risk taker, since he had to post this ad instead of walking up to an interesting girl to start small talk. That's what's missing these days, real sweat-inducing risk. Guys will never appreciate what they've got unless they take the risks for the ones they want.
-Twelfth, I genuinely feel bad for the kid. Losing a mother can definitely be difficult, but dude just turned himself into a pity date.
-And finally thirteenth, I take back part of #8. There is a someone fro everyone. Shocking as it might sound, I see it daily how people can defy the laws of nature to 1) Find a legitimate spouse 2) Have the audacity to procreate 3) Succeed in that process.
Hopefully this was enough information on this guy.
Peter Priesthood.
WORD, PETER. WORD.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
done and done.
remember the mcrib challenge? and remember how devastated i was to learn that the mcrib was gone?
co worker greg and i decided on the next best {worst} thing - spam. two cold, fresh-from-the-can, hearty slices of spam. yuck. yuck. yuck.
setting the scene:
we purchased the spam at ream's. the klassiest grocery store in slc.
to eat/prepare it, we pulled up right beside the dumpsters in the ream's parking lot. parked. sliced the spam right there. in the car. windows rolled down. it smelled {and tasted} like cat food.
we did just as the can said - lift the lid, give it a wiggle. squeeze the can until you hear a pop {that's the sound of the gelatin coming loose from the sides of the can}, turn it upside down, give it a tap and a squeeze... and there it was... on my plate. a square of cold meat product.
a 32 oz. diet coke waited for me... i couldn't drink anything until it was gone and eaten.
turned the dial to honky tonk country radio.
and then i ate it.
co worker greg and i decided on the next best {worst} thing - spam. two cold, fresh-from-the-can, hearty slices of spam. yuck. yuck. yuck.
setting the scene:
we purchased the spam at ream's. the klassiest grocery store in slc.
to eat/prepare it, we pulled up right beside the dumpsters in the ream's parking lot. parked. sliced the spam right there. in the car. windows rolled down. it smelled {and tasted} like cat food.
we did just as the can said - lift the lid, give it a wiggle. squeeze the can until you hear a pop {that's the sound of the gelatin coming loose from the sides of the can}, turn it upside down, give it a tap and a squeeze... and there it was... on my plate. a square of cold meat product.
a 32 oz. diet coke waited for me... i couldn't drink anything until it was gone and eaten.
turned the dial to honky tonk country radio.
and then i ate it.
{you're going to want to click to enlarge this pic. really.}
i didn't think i would.... not when we stepped foot into the "canned meat" aisle at the grocery store... not when greg gave the can the "squeeze and tap" as directed... and not when he sliced it onto my plate. not even when i put the fork up to my mouth. i didn't think i could do it. neither did greg.
but i did. and that sweet roman catholic priest calendar is hanging proudly in his office. for the next nine months.
he might be the one.
disclaimer: this is for REAL. it comes from my cousin jenny in the DC area. this dude posted this to the ward website.
sign me up..........
If you're like most women I imagine you're looking to meet a smart, funny, and attractive guy. Someone who's not a pushover, but also not bossy or controlling. Someone who is goal oriented who's also tall with a good set of teeth (at least that's what I'm told you're looking for).
Well, my name is Jason Hanson and I'm in the Langley Ward. And I’m ready to go on a quality date. Why? Because the dates that I’ve been going on lately have been boring and also because Spring is here, so I need to find a partner in crime to enjoy the warm weather with! That's where you perhaps come in. Because, if what you're about to read interests you at all, it might be the beginning of the most exciting adventure of your life!
Alright, times a wastin', let’s get right down to business: Here are 8 things of what I AM and what I AM NOT looking for in an exciting-fun- date-partner:
1. You have to have a personality. Really. If you're a bump on a log, if you're zero fun, if we were out on a date and I had to lean across the table and grab your wrist to check your pulse to see if you're still alive....well, we probably wouldn't be a good match.
2. You're smart. I find intelligence extremely attractive. And no, I don't necessarily mean book smarts. I'm a college graduate, but college doesn't teach you diddly squat about the real world. Most of the "real" learning in this world is done by self-education which is why I read one book per week.
3. You're funny. This one is mucho importante (that means “very important” for you un-bilingual people.....and no, I don't care that un-bilingual isn't a word). Anyway, you have to have an awesome sense of humor. Most things in life aren’t that important and you should definitely be able to laugh at yourself.
4. You should be confident. You should believe in yourself (like the little engine that could).
5. You must be ambitious. It doesn't matter what you want to do with your life (painter, stay at home, teacher, doctor, professor, archeologist) . But, at least want to be the best at whatever you choose to do.
6. You need to at least like the outdoors. I love camping and hiking. There's nothing better than sitting around a roaring campfire eating smores as the chocolate oozes out the edges and you get to lick it up and try not to burn your tongue.
8. Okay. This one's another biggie. I'm not looking for a Molly Mormon (you know who you are). Listen, I love the church as much as anyone. I know it's true. I go to church every Sunday and Institute every Thursday. However, if you can't go two seconds without saying something like "heavenly father this" or "heavenly father that" then we won't get along. (Yes, I've really been on a date with a girl like that. If I had a gun with me I would have put it in my mouth and…......you get the point). So please be well rounded.
9. You're sweet. Yeah, that’s kind of a cliche (where in the heck is the key on the keyboard for the slanted line that's supposed to go over the e in cliche? And what in the world is the name for that slanted thingy anyway? Ahhh. Who cares.)
So should I tell you a little something about yours truly? Fine. I will. Well, as I said earlier I’m in the Langley Ward. I’m 28. I live in Fairfax, VA. I own two real estate businesses and also have another job….but I’m not going to reveal that job through email, so I’ll tell you when we talk. I love the outdoors. I love life (I sincerely mean that. My mother died of cancer a few years ago. That gave me a daily gratefulness for life that few people understand). I believe in taking risks and going after whatever you want in life.
I’m 6 foot 1, and I brush my teeth three times a day with Colgate’s MaxFresh with Mouthwash Beads (this is the best toothpaste ever, trust me).
Anyway, if any of the above sounds good to you then I would possibly love to take you on a date. Why only possibly? I’m glad you asked.
Because if you're not boring (or a serial killer) and this peaked your interest (along with the pictures I’ve attached), here's what you should do: First, send me an email and say "Jason, I might want to go on a date with you, you’re not that much of a hideous freak, so let’s chat". Once I get your email we’ll chat a bit and I’m gonna ask you for some pictures of yourself (it’s only fair, you’ve seen me). And if all goes well, I will email you back and ask for your phone number. Once I get your number I will give you a call and if we seem to get along I will ask you out on a date (if we can't stand each other, we of course will never have to talk again).
Then, on the night of our date I will pick you up, open the car door for you and we will........ ......... ......... you didn't really think I was going to tell you did ya? What fun would that be? But I will tell you that I'll take you somewhere I GUARANTEE you've never been before.
-- Jason R. HansonNarrows Realty Group, LLC
sign me up..........
If you're a single woman who's interested in going on an exciting and one-of-a-kind date, then this might be the most important email you've ever read.
If you're like most women I imagine you're looking to meet a smart, funny, and attractive guy. Someone who's not a pushover, but also not bossy or controlling. Someone who is goal oriented who's also tall with a good set of teeth (at least that's what I'm told you're looking for).
Well, my name is Jason Hanson and I'm in the Langley Ward. And I’m ready to go on a quality date. Why? Because the dates that I’ve been going on lately have been boring and also because Spring is here, so I need to find a partner in crime to enjoy the warm weather with! That's where you perhaps come in. Because, if what you're about to read interests you at all, it might be the beginning of the most exciting adventure of your life!
Alright, times a wastin', let’s get right down to business: Here are 8 things of what I AM and what I AM NOT looking for in an exciting-fun- date-partner:
1. You have to have a personality. Really. If you're a bump on a log, if you're zero fun, if we were out on a date and I had to lean across the table and grab your wrist to check your pulse to see if you're still alive....well, we probably wouldn't be a good match.
2. You're smart. I find intelligence extremely attractive. And no, I don't necessarily mean book smarts. I'm a college graduate, but college doesn't teach you diddly squat about the real world. Most of the "real" learning in this world is done by self-education which is why I read one book per week.
3. You're funny. This one is mucho importante (that means “very important” for you un-bilingual people.....and no, I don't care that un-bilingual isn't a word). Anyway, you have to have an awesome sense of humor. Most things in life aren’t that important and you should definitely be able to laugh at yourself.
4. You should be confident. You should believe in yourself (like the little engine that could).
5. You must be ambitious. It doesn't matter what you want to do with your life (painter, stay at home, teacher, doctor, professor, archeologist) . But, at least want to be the best at whatever you choose to do.
6. You need to at least like the outdoors. I love camping and hiking. There's nothing better than sitting around a roaring campfire eating smores as the chocolate oozes out the edges and you get to lick it up and try not to burn your tongue.
7. You need to be positive. Life is great! You're alive; you live in the greatest country in the world. You have a roof over your head, food in your stomach and clothes on your back.
8. Okay. This one's another biggie. I'm not looking for a Molly Mormon (you know who you are). Listen, I love the church as much as anyone. I know it's true. I go to church every Sunday and Institute every Thursday. However, if you can't go two seconds without saying something like "heavenly father this" or "heavenly father that" then we won't get along. (Yes, I've really been on a date with a girl like that. If I had a gun with me I would have put it in my mouth and…......you get the point). So please be well rounded.
9. You're sweet. Yeah, that’s kind of a cliche (where in the heck is the key on the keyboard for the slanted line that's supposed to go over the e in cliche? And what in the world is the name for that slanted thingy anyway? Ahhh. Who cares.)
So should I tell you a little something about yours truly? Fine. I will. Well, as I said earlier I’m in the Langley Ward. I’m 28. I live in Fairfax, VA. I own two real estate businesses and also have another job….but I’m not going to reveal that job through email, so I’ll tell you when we talk. I love the outdoors. I love life (I sincerely mean that. My mother died of cancer a few years ago. That gave me a daily gratefulness for life that few people understand). I believe in taking risks and going after whatever you want in life.
I’m 6 foot 1, and I brush my teeth three times a day with Colgate’s MaxFresh with Mouthwash Beads (this is the best toothpaste ever, trust me).
Anyway, if any of the above sounds good to you then I would possibly love to take you on a date. Why only possibly? I’m glad you asked.
Because if you're not boring (or a serial killer) and this peaked your interest (along with the pictures I’ve attached), here's what you should do: First, send me an email and say "Jason, I might want to go on a date with you, you’re not that much of a hideous freak, so let’s chat". Once I get your email we’ll chat a bit and I’m gonna ask you for some pictures of yourself (it’s only fair, you’ve seen me). And if all goes well, I will email you back and ask for your phone number. Once I get your number I will give you a call and if we seem to get along I will ask you out on a date (if we can't stand each other, we of course will never have to talk again).
Then, on the night of our date I will pick you up, open the car door for you and we will........ ......... ......... you didn't really think I was going to tell you did ya? What fun would that be? But I will tell you that I'll take you somewhere I GUARANTEE you've never been before.
Thank you. -Jason
-- Jason R. HansonNarrows Realty Group, LLC
540-318-0131- Office
888.251.0284- Fax
any takers?? i can't. he'll never have me. i'm strictly a crest girl. he's a colgate man.
Monday, March 30, 2009
someone out there is REAL funny.
someone signed me up for field and stream magazine AND backpacker magazine. i can't imagine two hobbies i'm more interested than hunting and hiking.
i mean, really...
was it corrina? my token canadian who started signing me up for catalog subscriptions under than name of gladis rhonda bennion?
{you think i'm blocking my home address because i'm afraid of stalkers and creeps? no. just future mag subscriptions to guns and ammo.}
sweet lips.
i bought this. thought about returning it. lost it. then found it. turns out, i LOVE it. perfectly minty and delicious.
friday night.
... i was here.
and a mile down the road, i was here.
and a mile down the road, i was here.
my car has been so good to me. so so good to me.
best day ever.
1. two dancing cats for some sweet gifts... for myself.
2. cafe trio for lunch. tomato basil delish-ness.
3. nailed! boutique for an impromptu pedicure.
4. tulie bakery for an impromptu lemon bar. {a great review here.}
5. anthropologie for the beginning of my {very on sale} plate collection .
6. urban outfitter for the sweetest collection of nail polish.
7. hip and humble... where i have magically arrived at first-name-basis status with the employees. i have those peeps wrapped around my little finger.
and sadly, no photos to document the {most} wonderful day. i guess you'll just have to go and experience the fanstastic shopping and pampering for yourself {but, if you need a shopping companion, i volunteer...}
robin - i wanted to share this day with you so so badly.
2. cafe trio for lunch. tomato basil delish-ness.
3. nailed! boutique for an impromptu pedicure.
4. tulie bakery for an impromptu lemon bar. {a great review here.}
5. anthropologie for the beginning of my {very on sale} plate collection .
6. urban outfitter for the sweetest collection of nail polish.
7. hip and humble... where i have magically arrived at first-name-basis status with the employees. i have those peeps wrapped around my little finger.
and sadly, no photos to document the {most} wonderful day. i guess you'll just have to go and experience the fanstastic shopping and pampering for yourself {but, if you need a shopping companion, i volunteer...}
robin - i wanted to share this day with you so so badly.
Friday, March 27, 2009
More stick-n-poke radness
Do you remember the post I did about the young man with the butterflies on his feet and the ridiculous home tattoos? Well, he showed me some photos of his friend's tattoos. And boy, are they ridiculous!
First up- booyah! arm!
This poor person has "booyah!" on their arm not once, but at least SEVEN TIMES! I can also see a pterodactyl, a ghost, and "USA GOES UNDEFEATED".
I wish I knew the story behind this one. "Saves Latin"??? ... maybe I don't really want to know.
And this. What is this? An alien-insect with patriotic wings riding a scooter with hello kitty with a mustache in the back? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?
Seriously, the more I see tattoos like this, the more I shake my head and start to wonder if they are really works of genius instead of being the worst tattoos in the world.
First up- booyah! arm!
This poor person has "booyah!" on their arm not once, but at least SEVEN TIMES! I can also see a pterodactyl, a ghost, and "USA GOES UNDEFEATED".
I wish I knew the story behind this one. "Saves Latin"??? ... maybe I don't really want to know.
And this. What is this? An alien-insect with patriotic wings riding a scooter with hello kitty with a mustache in the back? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?
Seriously, the more I see tattoos like this, the more I shake my head and start to wonder if they are really works of genius instead of being the worst tattoos in the world.
morrison like
Well, I've been down so Goddamn long
That it looks like up to me
Well, I've been down so very damn long
That it looks like up to me
Yeah, why don't one you people
C'mon and set me free
I said, warden, warden, warden
Won't ya break your lock and key
Yeah, come along here, mister
C'mon and let the poor boy be
Baby, baby, baby
Won't you get down on your knees
C'mon little darlin'
C'mon and give your love to me, oh yeah
Well, I've been down so Goddamn long
That it looks like up to me
Well, I've been down so very damn long
That it looks like up to me
That it looks like up to me
Well, I've been down so very damn long
That it looks like up to me
Yeah, why don't one you people
C'mon and set me free
I said, warden, warden, warden
Won't ya break your lock and key
Yeah, come along here, mister
C'mon and let the poor boy be
Baby, baby, baby
Won't you get down on your knees
C'mon little darlin'
C'mon and give your love to me, oh yeah
Well, I've been down so Goddamn long
That it looks like up to me
Well, I've been down so very damn long
That it looks like up to me
woot. woot.
crazy thing...
the smith's grocery store in bountiful {klassy place} is giving away this little beauty.
yeah, really... a 1999 pontiac sunfire. this is for real. a 1999 pontiac sunfire. i don't get it. it's parked up there on the curb like the hot little number that it is. flame decals n' all...
the smith's grocery store in bountiful {klassy place} is giving away this little beauty.
yeah, really... a 1999 pontiac sunfire. this is for real. a 1999 pontiac sunfire. i don't get it. it's parked up there on the curb like the hot little number that it is. flame decals n' all...
it gets better. there are 105,749 miles on this hot little thang... and it's being donated by menlove toyota. "the last of the little guys"
like i said. klassy.
like i said. klassy.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
brave little toaster.
i earned my "brave little toaster" merit badge this week.
my reward? a really big diet coke.
can you feel it?
... summer is almost here!
i can feel it. how, do you ask?
we're feverishly beginning our preparation for summer road construction.
*big sigh* ready, begin.
i can feel it. how, do you ask?
we're feverishly beginning our preparation for summer road construction.
*big sigh* ready, begin.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
who what where when why wednesday
q:
how many degrees of separation between you and kevin bacon?
a:
3
i ran into ethan embry
in los angeles while shopping robertson street...
was in that thing you do with...
who was in frost/nixon with...
{another connection: i knitted at the knit cafe in west hollywood with julie bowen, who was in amy's orgasm with robert harvey, who was in rails and ties with... kevin bacon. another bacon number of 3.}
for those of you who need a little help... try this site.
c'mon, now... don't be shy. channel your inner celebrity and tell me how you got to be so famous!
for those of you who need a little help... try this site.
c'mon, now... don't be shy. channel your inner celebrity and tell me how you got to be so famous!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Cats with no ears
I just took in two of the cutest cats ever, and so I have had cats on the brain lately. Because of this, I thought I'd do some searching for bad cat tattoos. I am SURE there are worse ones out here, but this is what I found- three cat tattoos without any ears. Why would you ever draw a cat without ears? It just makes them look like weird aliens!
This looks like a Lisa Frank drawing without the pizazz.
This is the most half-assed tattoo I have possibly ever seen. Why are the eyes sideways? Why are the whiskers blue? Where are the ears? So many unanswered questions!
This is a mix of the lady's five cats and some human (the right eye). Why the human has a lazy eye, I don't know. I also think the cat is actually the bark of a tree.
And finally, while not technically terrible, this butterfly-cat holding a flower and inexplicably wearing pants makes me laugh.
This looks like a Lisa Frank drawing without the pizazz.
This is the most half-assed tattoo I have possibly ever seen. Why are the eyes sideways? Why are the whiskers blue? Where are the ears? So many unanswered questions!
This is a mix of the lady's five cats and some human (the right eye). Why the human has a lazy eye, I don't know. I also think the cat is actually the bark of a tree.
And finally, while not technically terrible, this butterfly-cat holding a flower and inexplicably wearing pants makes me laugh.
what am i doing here?
when i come from a place like this? i ask myself this question every 15 minutes.
salt lake city: snow. 40 degrees.
san diego: sunny. 65 degrees.
oh, how i long to be somewhere warmer...
salt lake city: snow. 40 degrees.
san diego: sunny. 65 degrees.
oh, how i long to be somewhere warmer...
more sprinkles.
this post is a little late. sorry miss jen for neglecting to acknowledge your birthday...
dare i say the cupcakes were the most significant part of the evening?
seriously. everything's better with sprinkles.
happy belated birthday, miss.
albert and cupcakes every year, whattya say?
{if i was brave enough... and if the economy wasn't so crappy... and if i had enough $$... i'd pose this question: don't you think south davis county is in need of its own cupcake bakery?} if only i was that brave.
dare i say the cupcakes were the most significant part of the evening?
{the most amazing recipe for} vanilla with cream cheese frosting.
seriously. everything's better with sprinkles. 
happy belated birthday, miss.
albert and cupcakes every year, whattya say?
{if i was brave enough... and if the economy wasn't so crappy... and if i had enough $$... i'd pose this question: don't you think south davis county is in need of its own cupcake bakery?} if only i was that brave.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
100.
once upon a time, sheri dew handed me a piece of paper and a pen and told me to write down 100 things i'm grateful for. right then. right there. and then she started her stop watch. this is what i came up with:
1. nephews
2. clean water
3. technology
4. photographs
5. my scriptures
6. communication across the world
7. tall mountains
8. blue water
9. pretty nail polish
10. good friends
11. great friends
12. a family
13. electricity
14. my home
15. the temple
16. creativity
17. my ipod
18. the mailman
19. ingenuity
20. a car
21. pretty things
22. the founding fathers
23. beautiful things on the earth
24. soft things
25. free nights and weekends
26. my savior
27. indoor plumbing
28. mobile to mobile
29. high heels
30. bright colors
31. a good mascara
32. a quality college experience
33. wise people
34. e-mail
35. the atonement
36. the constitution
37. paint
38. my body
39. pretty paper
40. my mind
41. postcards from far away friends
42. the internet
43. kind words
44. freedom of expression
45. moms and dads (my own, and the other ones who take care of me)
46. my job
47. mentors
48. flip flops
49. sweet smelling things
50. winter coats
51. nordstrom
52. paved roads
53. ice cream cones
54. chapstick
55. general conference
56. diet coke from the fountain with crunchy ice!
57. airplanes
58. hot tamales
59. a functional oven
60. instant messaging
61. my college diploma
62. missionaries
63. guidance through the holy ghost
64. sharpies
65. concerts
66. trashy magazines
67. snow plows
68. contact lenses
69. a comfortable pair of jeans
70. good literature
71. movie theater popcorn
72. bubble gum
73. the united states of America
74. thank you cards
75. blue skies
76. the ocean
77. the prophet
78. knowing right from wrong
79. carpooling
80. sunday dinner
81. board games
82. pretty packages
83. my vision
84. cable television
85. my passport
86. cardigans
87. soft blankets
88. the ability to speak my mind
89. covered parking
90. the swimming pool
91. fortune cookies
92. connecting with old friends
93. elevators
94. sticky notes
95. fresh flowers
96. community service
97. cupcakes
98. my health
99. pearl earrings
100. broccoli and asparagus
1. nephews
2. clean water
3. technology
4. photographs
5. my scriptures
6. communication across the world
7. tall mountains
8. blue water
9. pretty nail polish
10. good friends
11. great friends
12. a family
13. electricity
14. my home
15. the temple
16. creativity
17. my ipod
18. the mailman
19. ingenuity
20. a car
21. pretty things
22. the founding fathers
23. beautiful things on the earth
24. soft things
25. free nights and weekends
26. my savior
27. indoor plumbing
28. mobile to mobile
29. high heels
30. bright colors
31. a good mascara
32. a quality college experience
33. wise people
34. e-mail
35. the atonement
36. the constitution
37. paint
38. my body
39. pretty paper
40. my mind
41. postcards from far away friends
42. the internet
43. kind words
44. freedom of expression
45. moms and dads (my own, and the other ones who take care of me)
46. my job
47. mentors
48. flip flops
49. sweet smelling things
50. winter coats
51. nordstrom
52. paved roads
53. ice cream cones
54. chapstick
55. general conference
56. diet coke from the fountain with crunchy ice!
57. airplanes
58. hot tamales
59. a functional oven
60. instant messaging
61. my college diploma
62. missionaries
63. guidance through the holy ghost
64. sharpies
65. concerts
66. trashy magazines
67. snow plows
68. contact lenses
69. a comfortable pair of jeans
70. good literature
71. movie theater popcorn
72. bubble gum
73. the united states of America
74. thank you cards
75. blue skies
76. the ocean
77. the prophet
78. knowing right from wrong
79. carpooling
80. sunday dinner
81. board games
82. pretty packages
83. my vision
84. cable television
85. my passport
86. cardigans
87. soft blankets
88. the ability to speak my mind
89. covered parking
90. the swimming pool
91. fortune cookies
92. connecting with old friends
93. elevators
94. sticky notes
95. fresh flowers
96. community service
97. cupcakes
98. my health
99. pearl earrings
100. broccoli and asparagus
Friday, March 20, 2009
sunday drawings.
as promised, here are the rest of my doodles. my sunday drawings. some of these go way way way back to the days of 2001 or 2002. i have serious nostalgic feelings about this...
Thursday, March 19, 2009
happy.
while this week has not been the best week of my life, i'm cheering up, making the best of it, and looking forward. after all, dont' we decide for ourselves to be happy?
coming right up...
another night at the bountiful pantry with miss.
you wouldn't believe what kind of fun we have. 6 hours down, 94 to go. this week, we:
sorted baby food {perfect for "an organizer" like me... huh, cindy and lara?}
filtered through 47894561 cans of chili for "bad" chili - the stuff that had been recalled in the last couple years... been known to cause botulism! yikes.
flattened boxes {they even let jen use a razor blade!}
played some sort of reverse "super market sweep" game show relay... where we put food back on the shelves in their appropriate places
and... helped people load groceries to their cars.
... someday soon, i'm going to ask to operate that forklift. i will!
concerts! britney spears and roger clyne and the peacemakers.
see britney's setlist here. so exciting!
and miss jen assures me i will love rcpm. they love mexico. i love mexico. it's a match made in heaven.
a fat tax return.
planning a cruise. riviera? caribbean?
happy thoughts for USU for winning their game tomorrow... so we can cheer on mr. #44 in boise this sunday. and a sweet reunion with lara and cindy. i hope, i hope, i hope...
a visit to denver to see andi, spencer and lil' olive. happy cakes, photowalks, and a wild ride through denver international.
creating the ultimate craft room/guest room/extension of my closet in the spare room. at last! ... oh the painting possibilities...
and hopefully... a visit from my parents. mom, dad said it would happen soon...
sure... i may be just moments away from my next tear fest and i may feel the sting of daggers in my back, but man, my life is good.
coming right up...
another night at the bountiful pantry with miss.
you wouldn't believe what kind of fun we have. 6 hours down, 94 to go. this week, we:
sorted baby food {perfect for "an organizer" like me... huh, cindy and lara?}
filtered through 47894561 cans of chili for "bad" chili - the stuff that had been recalled in the last couple years... been known to cause botulism! yikes.
flattened boxes {they even let jen use a razor blade!}
played some sort of reverse "super market sweep" game show relay... where we put food back on the shelves in their appropriate places
and... helped people load groceries to their cars.
... someday soon, i'm going to ask to operate that forklift. i will!
concerts! britney spears and roger clyne and the peacemakers.
see britney's setlist here. so exciting!
and miss jen assures me i will love rcpm. they love mexico. i love mexico. it's a match made in heaven.
a fat tax return.
planning a cruise. riviera? caribbean?
happy thoughts for USU for winning their game tomorrow... so we can cheer on mr. #44 in boise this sunday. and a sweet reunion with lara and cindy. i hope, i hope, i hope...
a visit to denver to see andi, spencer and lil' olive. happy cakes, photowalks, and a wild ride through denver international.
creating the ultimate craft room/guest room/extension of my closet in the spare room. at last! ... oh the painting possibilities...
and hopefully... a visit from my parents. mom, dad said it would happen soon...
sure... i may be just moments away from my next tear fest and i may feel the sting of daggers in my back, but man, my life is good.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Japan, soon!
In less than two days we'll be off to Japan, our most favorite place in the world.
We're not sure what our internet situation will be like yet, but not to worry, we'll find a way to keep you guys updated.
In the meantime, Nick will be at home, watching the Conspiracy.
Make sure you drop by with some coffee once in a while, so he doesn't get too lonely.
Tokyo, last year
Ps. We're back at work around the 28th of April, so if you need to contact us, please wait until after we're back.
I won't be booking any new clients for Allan while we're gone.
We're not sure what our internet situation will be like yet, but not to worry, we'll find a way to keep you guys updated.
In the meantime, Nick will be at home, watching the Conspiracy.
Make sure you drop by with some coffee once in a while, so he doesn't get too lonely.
Kyoto, last year
Tokyo, last year
Ps. We're back at work around the 28th of April, so if you need to contact us, please wait until after we're back.
I won't be booking any new clients for Allan while we're gone.
Bad chest tattoos
I think there is a trend of getting bad chest tattoos with bloody writing. Please tell me this isn't so, and it's just these three unfortunate dudes.
"All Hope Is Gone" -- not a very good thing to get when you're young (I cropped his face out of the photo, he looks like he is 17). Also what's the logo on the right? I assume these are bad lyrics of some sort.
"Blood Is Forever" -- I guess this is a way of celebrating family, but there is surely a much better way to do it. Also the bloody cracked Batman logo is an a+ addition there, buddy.
"Pull The Trigger Bitch" -- sdkjfhsdk I can seriously not think of a worse thing to get tattooed on your chest for all time. Do you think he will ever have sex with anyone ever again? I guess he'll just have to keep his shirt on indefinitely!
"All Hope Is Gone" -- not a very good thing to get when you're young (I cropped his face out of the photo, he looks like he is 17). Also what's the logo on the right? I assume these are bad lyrics of some sort.
"Blood Is Forever" -- I guess this is a way of celebrating family, but there is surely a much better way to do it. Also the bloody cracked Batman logo is an a+ addition there, buddy.
"Pull The Trigger Bitch" -- sdkjfhsdk I can seriously not think of a worse thing to get tattooed on your chest for all time. Do you think he will ever have sex with anyone ever again? I guess he'll just have to keep his shirt on indefinitely!
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