found this old excerpt i wrote and found it funny.
https://www.getsnuggie.com/flare/next
This is a terrible advertisement for an interesting product. "The Snuggie" is a blanket that you wear. The first time I saw this product advertised on a commercial, I thought it was a joke, as in, something you may see on Conan O'Brien or The Late Show. First of all, the commercial is extremely cheesy. It has people dancing around in the Snuggie (this was the commercial I saw for the Snuggie on TV). I guess this is to show how much fun the Snuggie can be. I found it extremely ineffective.
This advertisement does not make me want to purchase the Snuggie. It actually does a better job at making me want to make fun of the Snuggie even more than I would have in the first place. The acting is extremely corny. The reasoning to buy the product is illogical. People could easily put on a hoodie, get the same effect, and not look ridiculous. The commercial looks like it was created the early 90's. It is not creative or appealing in the slightest.
Interestingly enough, one of my cousins, who is really into fashion, wants one for Christmas. I can't fathom what she is thinking. All in all, possibly, but not likely, if the Snuggie had a better advertisement, it could make me consider purchasing one. Because it as though the commercial is a joke making fun of the Snuggie, it makes the product come off as a joke as well.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
(((If you haven't read my other, prior blog posts, you should. Just so you know me better. :)
This is not my typical blogging. When MySpace was my best friend, I blogged these lyrical little prose that confused everyone. Those are the best kind. This blog just keeps track of what the heck I'm doing on a broader, shallower level. And I don't really care if anyone reads this except for me. ...I'm just throwing another option out there for you. I love life. And I like going back and looking at what I’ve done in life...good, bad, and beautiful. )))
Do you want to be my friend?? You can be.
Great. So, again, I’ve no idea what I’m doing with my life. I have a plan. I need a sound plan.
I want to:
write creatively
take photos creatively
make and play music creatively
design and make clothes creatively
get paid somehow for doing those things.
I’m going to do it.
As for life right now, this past Sunday, Ryan and I took some engagement photos ourselves. It was interesting, to say the least, and a ton o’ friggin’ fun. At one point, we were in the boat (this is a terrible idea, by the way) and my camera almost tipped over into the lake...I lunged to save it. Success! Things didn’t all work out as anticipated, but all in all I am mostly satisfied.
I however am not satisfied with school. I may be fickle. You can count on that. But I still know what I value most in life and what I want I really want to do...and that has never changed. The only thing that changes is my “fall back plan,” which is the reason for going to school. And indecisiveness is most expensive and a waste of time when it comes to this. If I am unsuccessful in my many creative endeavors, I will fall back on my Bachelor’s degree...I just don’t know what I want to make that...and I’m in my fourth year of college. You can send me words of praise for that one later. It is possible I may be changing majors and even universities in the near future. We will just have to see.
On another note, I am writing a detailed story, but it has yet to come together as an adhesive whole. So far I only have several anecdotes, but the actual story line is in my head. I got to get on top of things in order to woo my creative writing professor and get my book published!!! ha. No one reads books anymore anyways, so it’s probably a waste of time. ha.
Talking about creativity...I have recently written a nuevo cancion. and it’s not bad, I guess. I need more time for music.
I wish I could independently freelance everything. I need you guys to be not only my friends, but also my customers, making you customerly friends.
I’m going to run 7 miles tonight or tomorrow. Hold me to it, my brothers.
Alrighty then! Off to writing my story.
This is not my typical blogging. When MySpace was my best friend, I blogged these lyrical little prose that confused everyone. Those are the best kind. This blog just keeps track of what the heck I'm doing on a broader, shallower level. And I don't really care if anyone reads this except for me. ...I'm just throwing another option out there for you. I love life. And I like going back and looking at what I’ve done in life...good, bad, and beautiful. )))
Do you want to be my friend?? You can be.
Great. So, again, I’ve no idea what I’m doing with my life. I have a plan. I need a sound plan.
I want to:
write creatively
take photos creatively
make and play music creatively
design and make clothes creatively
get paid somehow for doing those things.
I’m going to do it.
As for life right now, this past Sunday, Ryan and I took some engagement photos ourselves. It was interesting, to say the least, and a ton o’ friggin’ fun. At one point, we were in the boat (this is a terrible idea, by the way) and my camera almost tipped over into the lake...I lunged to save it. Success! Things didn’t all work out as anticipated, but all in all I am mostly satisfied.
I however am not satisfied with school. I may be fickle. You can count on that. But I still know what I value most in life and what I want I really want to do...and that has never changed. The only thing that changes is my “fall back plan,” which is the reason for going to school. And indecisiveness is most expensive and a waste of time when it comes to this. If I am unsuccessful in my many creative endeavors, I will fall back on my Bachelor’s degree...I just don’t know what I want to make that...and I’m in my fourth year of college. You can send me words of praise for that one later. It is possible I may be changing majors and even universities in the near future. We will just have to see.
On another note, I am writing a detailed story, but it has yet to come together as an adhesive whole. So far I only have several anecdotes, but the actual story line is in my head. I got to get on top of things in order to woo my creative writing professor and get my book published!!! ha. No one reads books anymore anyways, so it’s probably a waste of time. ha.
Talking about creativity...I have recently written a nuevo cancion. and it’s not bad, I guess. I need more time for music.
I wish I could independently freelance everything. I need you guys to be not only my friends, but also my customers, making you customerly friends.
I’m going to run 7 miles tonight or tomorrow. Hold me to it, my brothers.
Alrighty then! Off to writing my story.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Ramblings on Creativity.
It's fall, and that pretty much means I'm happily discontent with my life. Happy because that's what autumn air brings. Discontent because that's what academics bring.
If you know me, the one thing you should know about me (after the fact that I am lover of God) is that I want to create things. Good things. And that is the primary concern of my life. God created us, and he made us creative beings, so I think he's definitely a big advocate for creating.
Why can't we output more than we input? Why can't we upload more than we download? Why can't we write more than we read? (I guess there has to be a counter-role to every role. I just know mine is the one who makes stuff. So let me make stuff, Society.)
How do I personally foster creating?
Well, to begin with, the first thing I created was some baby song I made up on the piano...I was seven. It was as great as you would expect a song from a seven-year-old to be - not that great. But it spurred from inside of me and that's what made it beautiful.
I try to make photos and I try to write. I am just so tired of all the critiquing. My biggest complaint. I like to do this freely, and for myself. In a way, it's an act of worship (since creating is something God likes to see us do and I believe many of us are at our best while creating). I love writing really bad songs, really bad prose, and drawing really bad pictures. (The drawings really are REALLY bad.)
Anyways, I'm more than ready to move on and forward in my life as a professional creator of things, but am not quite sure how to go about this. I can design clothes. Awesome clothes. (I just can't really sew them.) I can make pictures. Good pictures. I can make music. Decent music. I can write things. Intriguing things. (At least to me.) But have the artisans really ever gotten paid? The mainstream ones, maybe, but ones that fall into the same category as me, no. "Well you can just do all those other 'hobbies' on the side, in your spare time." No, no thanks, I want to devote all my time to it. I want to make the world a more beautiful place than the one we live in right now. And I want to not be punished for doing so... So...Please pay me, everyone reading this, so I can still eat and live and be an artist.
(Tangent: If something becomes too mainstream, does that make it any less great? While I feel things may lose a bit of their once-felt artsy edge, they are still objectively great, are they not? When Bright Eyes songs started getting sung by everyone, did they lose their ridiculously awesome value? No, just more people shared in the admiration, (which made it a little less fun for those who like to hold "their territory").)
I aspire to take really good pictures; the ones that capture love in them, or wonder, or intrigue, or hope, or hopelessness. Ones that can equal emotion in the right way. I aspire to write ridiculously wonderful songs, not by the world's standards, but by mine; the ones that capture my thoughts, ideas, and emotions better than simple verse alone. I aspire to make the most quality of clothes; the ones that make me feel like life is much simpler than it is. I aspire to throw down some great verse; the kind that could one day change my mind, or even someone else's.
And who says what I write, sing, paint, sculpt, capture has to go with all the standard lines? Isn't the point of being creative, being creative? So why must there be a box?
Note that creativity isn't about getting people's attention and being in the lime-light (think Lady Gaga). Creativity is about trying to express something in a fresh way, maybe even an old way. It's about stating the emotion without actually stating the emotion. It can find people in their darkest of states. It can find people in their most confused states. It can find people in the state they are in right now. And it can take people back to a state they haven't felt in a very long time.
We must not be scared to create. Especially not scared to create creative things. If we were all cowards there would be no progress. And I'm all about progress...
Well, I didn't see that one coming at all...Anyways, I guess I'm just gunna post this without editing it. I know it's all jumbled and just a bunch of rambling. Hopefully I can edit it sometime soon to make it more coherent and flow better.
Cheers!
-C
If you know me, the one thing you should know about me (after the fact that I am lover of God) is that I want to create things. Good things. And that is the primary concern of my life. God created us, and he made us creative beings, so I think he's definitely a big advocate for creating.
Why can't we output more than we input? Why can't we upload more than we download? Why can't we write more than we read? (I guess there has to be a counter-role to every role. I just know mine is the one who makes stuff. So let me make stuff, Society.)
How do I personally foster creating?
Well, to begin with, the first thing I created was some baby song I made up on the piano...I was seven. It was as great as you would expect a song from a seven-year-old to be - not that great. But it spurred from inside of me and that's what made it beautiful.
I try to make photos and I try to write. I am just so tired of all the critiquing. My biggest complaint. I like to do this freely, and for myself. In a way, it's an act of worship (since creating is something God likes to see us do and I believe many of us are at our best while creating). I love writing really bad songs, really bad prose, and drawing really bad pictures. (The drawings really are REALLY bad.)
Anyways, I'm more than ready to move on and forward in my life as a professional creator of things, but am not quite sure how to go about this. I can design clothes. Awesome clothes. (I just can't really sew them.) I can make pictures. Good pictures. I can make music. Decent music. I can write things. Intriguing things. (At least to me.) But have the artisans really ever gotten paid? The mainstream ones, maybe, but ones that fall into the same category as me, no. "Well you can just do all those other 'hobbies' on the side, in your spare time." No, no thanks, I want to devote all my time to it. I want to make the world a more beautiful place than the one we live in right now. And I want to not be punished for doing so... So...Please pay me, everyone reading this, so I can still eat and live and be an artist.
(Tangent: If something becomes too mainstream, does that make it any less great? While I feel things may lose a bit of their once-felt artsy edge, they are still objectively great, are they not? When Bright Eyes songs started getting sung by everyone, did they lose their ridiculously awesome value? No, just more people shared in the admiration, (which made it a little less fun for those who like to hold "their territory").)
I aspire to take really good pictures; the ones that capture love in them, or wonder, or intrigue, or hope, or hopelessness. Ones that can equal emotion in the right way. I aspire to write ridiculously wonderful songs, not by the world's standards, but by mine; the ones that capture my thoughts, ideas, and emotions better than simple verse alone. I aspire to make the most quality of clothes; the ones that make me feel like life is much simpler than it is. I aspire to throw down some great verse; the kind that could one day change my mind, or even someone else's.
And who says what I write, sing, paint, sculpt, capture has to go with all the standard lines? Isn't the point of being creative, being creative? So why must there be a box?
Note that creativity isn't about getting people's attention and being in the lime-light (think Lady Gaga). Creativity is about trying to express something in a fresh way, maybe even an old way. It's about stating the emotion without actually stating the emotion. It can find people in their darkest of states. It can find people in their most confused states. It can find people in the state they are in right now. And it can take people back to a state they haven't felt in a very long time.
We must not be scared to create. Especially not scared to create creative things. If we were all cowards there would be no progress. And I'm all about progress...
Well, I didn't see that one coming at all...Anyways, I guess I'm just gunna post this without editing it. I know it's all jumbled and just a bunch of rambling. Hopefully I can edit it sometime soon to make it more coherent and flow better.
Cheers!
-C
this is a book. a sad, boring book.
Let me tell you the extent of my life. It doesn't feel real...while I'm living it. And then, when I sit back and try to breathe, it's hard to believe I'm at the point I am in my life. I don't feel like I'm living..and it's because I'm too gosh dang busy and doing nothing I actually want to do.
This is me laughing. It doesn't happen very often while during the school year....
...Because school makes me unhappy...unless Mr. Gluba is there.
I'm practically 22 and I've done nothing creatively productive. And for the practical side of things, I've also done nothing productive that will actually get me anywhere I want to go. So, so far, we have a failure. ha.
What I'm not doing right now that I "should" be: Reading "The Merchant of Venice," taking a quiz over it, doing Managerial Accounting, writing a story, reading another story, the list could go on.
So, I'm going to get married...yeah, that happened in the past 10 months I haven't blogged. Ryan was the one who asked me, in case you were wondering. And I'm sad because planning is going extremely wrong since I don't just have a huge open field with electricity. My plans...I have too many of them..and I'm not going to begin to share any on this publicly viewable blog.
Right now, I'm like a running machine...Cranking out the miles effortlessly. Okay, not effortlessly..most nights I feel like I will die, but 'tis great nonetheless. Tomorrow night 6 miles. (and you pronounce that "seis me-lays.")
It's almost time for Ryan's Birthday again. Can you believe it? I cannot. Which sucks because I'm poor...but I'm actually not poor because I'm just saving money and not spending it..but that makes me feel poor. Which is A-OK with me!
At this very moment, I feel like running around in my yard with Macy. She's a cool dog that misses my daily presence. hmm...today I saw a girl that looked like Pocahontas. I kid you not...the whole get-up and she had brown skin. It was silly.
So concluding this solitary blog post, I realize I just wasted about 45 minutes of my own time and 5 minutes of yours! I guess we're even.
This is me laughing. It doesn't happen very often while during the school year....
...Because school makes me unhappy...unless Mr. Gluba is there.
I'm practically 22 and I've done nothing creatively productive. And for the practical side of things, I've also done nothing productive that will actually get me anywhere I want to go. So, so far, we have a failure. ha.
What I'm not doing right now that I "should" be: Reading "The Merchant of Venice," taking a quiz over it, doing Managerial Accounting, writing a story, reading another story, the list could go on.
So, I'm going to get married...yeah, that happened in the past 10 months I haven't blogged. Ryan was the one who asked me, in case you were wondering. And I'm sad because planning is going extremely wrong since I don't just have a huge open field with electricity. My plans...I have too many of them..and I'm not going to begin to share any on this publicly viewable blog.
Right now, I'm like a running machine...Cranking out the miles effortlessly. Okay, not effortlessly..most nights I feel like I will die, but 'tis great nonetheless. Tomorrow night 6 miles. (and you pronounce that "seis me-lays.")
It's almost time for Ryan's Birthday again. Can you believe it? I cannot. Which sucks because I'm poor...but I'm actually not poor because I'm just saving money and not spending it..but that makes me feel poor. Which is A-OK with me!
At this very moment, I feel like running around in my yard with Macy. She's a cool dog that misses my daily presence. hmm...today I saw a girl that looked like Pocahontas. I kid you not...the whole get-up and she had brown skin. It was silly.
So concluding this solitary blog post, I realize I just wasted about 45 minutes of my own time and 5 minutes of yours! I guess we're even.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Finally, in December!
Hello stalkers.......
(I feel so flattered you stalk me.)
So I have not had any time to update this blog in about a month and half…sad, I know. But school sucks and jobs suck more…and that is simply life, my friends. (Go read about it in the book of “Job.” Everything is freaking meaningless. ) At least I have a dog. And Ryan. And, more importantly, Edmund. I’m kinda ticked at life that I haven’t really had any time to do anything creative lately, but I guess I’ll just get over it. Now that the semester is over, I have until the middle of January when SLU starts back up (and my life starts sucking again) to do everything I’ve ever wanted to do. Hallelujah. Good things will be done. Mainly, lots of being benevolent and speaking in big, confusing words…(.and being truly crafty with the mind and creative skills.) Gotta love it.
On a completely different note, Ryan and I went skating a few days ago. We got in trouble for taking pictures. What the heck?! Isn’t that a cliché event to capture? No manches! …Whatever. We got our pictures, we did our skating, we conquered what we went to conquer. THE END! (The photos aren’t on my computer yet, but give it time and I’ll get some up.)
On a shallow note, the two tangible items I would be more than happy to receive for Christmas, or any other reason, are: A.) a dark room…with all the necessary supplies. Or, B.) A nice Steinway GRAND piano…with all the necessary skills.
Less tangible: A.) a book published. B.) a song produced.
If any body cares, which ALL of you should, our church is promoting “The Advent Conspiracy.” It’s basically about making Christmas about Jesus again rather than our selfish selves. …Let’s give it a whirl. Spend less money, but spend more time….less uselessness, more things that matter. Give to people who really need it.
Check it out: http://www.adventconspiracy.org/
Hmmm….what else? I miss Kevin pollo.
Mi KEBIN! If I could, I would fly to Mexico snatch him up…and I guess I’d have to get Carlos, too, in that case…and Luz Elena…and Jose Carlos… (Crap, I play favorites.) …but I would at least get mi Kevin and be his best friend and love him. Haha. Simply stated. …Geez. I miss them all. Cheers to a difficult, but very great six months in Mexico! ¡¡¡Los EXTRAÑO!!!
Let’s love each other deeply.
This Christmas…and for the rest of our lives.
Embark on the greater journey.
-C to the M
(I feel so flattered you stalk me.)
So I have not had any time to update this blog in about a month and half…sad, I know. But school sucks and jobs suck more…and that is simply life, my friends. (Go read about it in the book of “Job.” Everything is freaking meaningless. ) At least I have a dog. And Ryan. And, more importantly, Edmund. I’m kinda ticked at life that I haven’t really had any time to do anything creative lately, but I guess I’ll just get over it. Now that the semester is over, I have until the middle of January when SLU starts back up (and my life starts sucking again) to do everything I’ve ever wanted to do. Hallelujah. Good things will be done. Mainly, lots of being benevolent and speaking in big, confusing words…(.and being truly crafty with the mind and creative skills.) Gotta love it.
On a completely different note, Ryan and I went skating a few days ago. We got in trouble for taking pictures. What the heck?! Isn’t that a cliché event to capture? No manches! …Whatever. We got our pictures, we did our skating, we conquered what we went to conquer. THE END! (The photos aren’t on my computer yet, but give it time and I’ll get some up.)
On a shallow note, the two tangible items I would be more than happy to receive for Christmas, or any other reason, are: A.) a dark room…with all the necessary supplies. Or, B.) A nice Steinway GRAND piano…with all the necessary skills.
Less tangible: A.) a book published. B.) a song produced.
If any body cares, which ALL of you should, our church is promoting “The Advent Conspiracy.” It’s basically about making Christmas about Jesus again rather than our selfish selves. …Let’s give it a whirl. Spend less money, but spend more time….less uselessness, more things that matter. Give to people who really need it.
Check it out: http://www.adventconspiracy.org/
Hmmm….what else? I miss Kevin pollo.
Mi KEBIN! If I could, I would fly to Mexico snatch him up…and I guess I’d have to get Carlos, too, in that case…and Luz Elena…and Jose Carlos… (Crap, I play favorites.) …but I would at least get mi Kevin and be his best friend and love him. Haha. Simply stated. …Geez. I miss them all. Cheers to a difficult, but very great six months in Mexico! ¡¡¡Los EXTRAÑO!!!
Let’s love each other deeply.
This Christmas…and for the rest of our lives.
Embark on the greater journey.
-C to the M
Monday, October 11, 2010
Cops and Bad Spanish.
I thought I'd blog about this fun experience me and Ryan had. So, one Thursday night we were walking around town taking cool pictures. You know, the usual. We talked to some cool middle-aged people. yada. So we're on this road where I guess these attorneys' offices are. Their windows are mirrored so they make for some interesting pictures if you do it right. Blah, blah, blah. I saw a cop drive by once, looked like they were driving slow. Then I saw him come around and shine a light on Ryan (who was like right up in the window with his camera.) I was facing the street taking a picture. Then he kept shining the light and I was yelling at Ryan. Finally he went over, then I followed. The cop said we didn't look like we were bad people, and that he "appreciates our hobby." He logged our information, regardless, because it looked like "suspicious" activity. Now me and Ryan are down in the books together! YES!
Additionally, my mom was watching this old movie last night that's half in Spanish with no subtitles. Couldn't figure that one out. She doesn't speak Spanish, or half understand it without a translator thing. (basically she's way, way worse than me, which means, bad.) She kept watching it.
It's fall time and I love it. That is all.
Additionally, my mom was watching this old movie last night that's half in Spanish with no subtitles. Couldn't figure that one out. She doesn't speak Spanish, or half understand it without a translator thing. (basically she's way, way worse than me, which means, bad.) She kept watching it.
It's fall time and I love it. That is all.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Mi Veinte-Year-Old!
So it was Ryan's birthday. We first went to Colton's Steakhouse with Ryan's parents and almost wrecked. John was looking at me in the rear-view mirror and Lisa was turned around listening to me. So I was the one who yelled. It was scary to say the least. Ryan is somewhat of a moron for not wearing his seat belt! Yes, I know. Colton's totally sucked. I'm usually a fan but the service was absolutely terrible! Then, a bit of craziness went on. ...... ..... And we headed out to the farm regardless!!! I had a lot of things planned but we couldn't get them all done because the day started a bit later than I had planned. (lol.) Couldn't find my key when we got there. That was a nuisance.
One of the favorite pictures of the day.
We went out on the lake in the john boat and took lots of pictures. Ryan almost tipped the boat over.
I wanted to sit on the bluff and watch sunset. ...but we were in the boat then...whoops. We still got a few cool pics...so it was worth it.
We went four wheeling...you know, all the usual farmy stuff. But my red four wheeler was at Greg's house to aerate the lawn? whatever. So we only had the big black one. I thought I was going to fly off the back. Our neighbor's cows mooed at us while we entertained them. and I entertained myself while having a photo shoot on the back of the four wheeling as Ryan was driving. It was quite a good time for me. Hay looks like pretty flowers before it is dried out and rolled. I picked some; I'm pretty sure it was hay. What do I know?
Hay??
We got back to the house and I put on some nice tunes (one of the 3 awesome mixed cd's I made Ryan for his birthday.) We made Hamburger Helper. Like, basically, Ryan's absolute favorite meal. I put out a blanket, lit candles and we ate on the floor. I left all the lights on in the house though and locked the door because it's kind of scary out there...(but I try to remember, "I will fear no evil, for my God is with me. If my God is with me, whom then shall I fear?"). Gave Ryan his presents. Fun times.
After that, we went outside for FIREWORKS! I always have tons of extras from the Fourth. I love the Fourth. (that's my brother's birthday.) This was a freaking glorious time. and possibly a bad idea. Ryan shouldn't light fireworks. One aerial shot off into the ground. (my dad would like that)...that was an expensive one, too. Then a night parachute he lit basically went off into his face...How you ask? I have no idea. I had my mixed music blasting and we decided to have a dance party in the flashing of the flashers. ...also video. Great days.
We tried laying looking at stars because you can see EVERYTHING out there (it's beautious) We did that for maybe 10 minutes but I was nervous the whole time because Megan put into my head about that dumb scary movie...and it's so dark out there. So we left and went back to reality.
We headed to our favorite place for years. But Ryan was tired. and that was that.
One of the favorite pictures of the day.
We went out on the lake in the john boat and took lots of pictures. Ryan almost tipped the boat over.
I wanted to sit on the bluff and watch sunset. ...but we were in the boat then...whoops. We still got a few cool pics...so it was worth it.
We went four wheeling...you know, all the usual farmy stuff. But my red four wheeler was at Greg's house to aerate the lawn? whatever. So we only had the big black one. I thought I was going to fly off the back. Our neighbor's cows mooed at us while we entertained them. and I entertained myself while having a photo shoot on the back of the four wheeling as Ryan was driving. It was quite a good time for me. Hay looks like pretty flowers before it is dried out and rolled. I picked some; I'm pretty sure it was hay. What do I know?
Hay??
We got back to the house and I put on some nice tunes (one of the 3 awesome mixed cd's I made Ryan for his birthday.) We made Hamburger Helper. Like, basically, Ryan's absolute favorite meal. I put out a blanket, lit candles and we ate on the floor. I left all the lights on in the house though and locked the door because it's kind of scary out there...(but I try to remember, "I will fear no evil, for my God is with me. If my God is with me, whom then shall I fear?"). Gave Ryan his presents. Fun times.
After that, we went outside for FIREWORKS! I always have tons of extras from the Fourth. I love the Fourth. (that's my brother's birthday.) This was a freaking glorious time. and possibly a bad idea. Ryan shouldn't light fireworks. One aerial shot off into the ground. (my dad would like that)...that was an expensive one, too. Then a night parachute he lit basically went off into his face...How you ask? I have no idea. I had my mixed music blasting and we decided to have a dance party in the flashing of the flashers. ...also video. Great days.
We tried laying looking at stars because you can see EVERYTHING out there (it's beautious) We did that for maybe 10 minutes but I was nervous the whole time because Megan put into my head about that dumb scary movie...and it's so dark out there. So we left and went back to reality.
We headed to our favorite place for years. But Ryan was tired. and that was that.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
"We're Listening to Manchester Orchestra on MANCHESTER! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Ryan always wants to go to P.F. Chang's for his birthday. So we dress up.
I'm getting bored of it. So I made us get dessert and cheese fries at Steak-in-Shake and it made the night completely different.
Completely awesome.
I'm getting bored of it. So I made us get dessert and cheese fries at Steak-in-Shake and it made the night completely different.
Completely awesome.
Birthdays, Botanical Gardens, and the Cardinales!
This past weekend was incredibly eventful...more so than usual.
Friday night, Haden had his 6th birthday party at the bowling alley. We all sucked at bowling minus Josh and ate a lot of pizza and crappy nachos supreme. Allie insisted on following me around everywhere. It's cute. She likes me. (Not to mention, the last few months she has started saying something actually like "Carli" and not "Dodo.")
Haden announced to his cute, little friend Kyle that I am not only his friend but also his aunt. hahaha! YES! So that's a good time. Haden also kissed Kyle on the cheek to thank him for his gift. It was hilarious. (Picture below was taken right after the cheek-kissing.)
So, now Haden's six and enjoying life.
After the party, me and Ryan went to see The Town with Ben Affleck. I thought it was very entertaining/good, except for the fact that basically every other word was a cuss word (and a few, always unnecessary sexual content add-ins.)
Saturday, Shelby and I went to the Botanical Gardens. Talk, talk, talk, more talk, pumpkins, little kids. Beautiful day & great fun! (After, we got some super scrumptious Vietnamese food off of Grand. Love it! )
On Sunday, I went to the Cardinals' last game of the 2010 season. I'm really glad I got to fit one in since I haven't been to a Card's game this season. Haden got a Cardinal claw thing. Just great fun for us...him clawing us constantly.
"Claw! You're dead!" "...Haden, you shouldn't claw your friends...or enemies, for that matter." It was Shelby's first time at the new stadium so that was quite exciting for her. And I nearly cried because it was Ernie Hays last game playing the organ.
Cardinals won and all is well.
Friday night, Haden had his 6th birthday party at the bowling alley. We all sucked at bowling minus Josh and ate a lot of pizza and crappy nachos supreme. Allie insisted on following me around everywhere. It's cute. She likes me. (Not to mention, the last few months she has started saying something actually like "Carli" and not "Dodo.")
Haden announced to his cute, little friend Kyle that I am not only his friend but also his aunt. hahaha! YES! So that's a good time. Haden also kissed Kyle on the cheek to thank him for his gift. It was hilarious. (Picture below was taken right after the cheek-kissing.)
So, now Haden's six and enjoying life.
After the party, me and Ryan went to see The Town with Ben Affleck. I thought it was very entertaining/good, except for the fact that basically every other word was a cuss word (and a few, always unnecessary sexual content add-ins.)
Saturday, Shelby and I went to the Botanical Gardens. Talk, talk, talk, more talk, pumpkins, little kids. Beautiful day & great fun! (After, we got some super scrumptious Vietnamese food off of Grand. Love it! )
On Sunday, I went to the Cardinals' last game of the 2010 season. I'm really glad I got to fit one in since I haven't been to a Card's game this season. Haden got a Cardinal claw thing. Just great fun for us...him clawing us constantly.
"Claw! You're dead!" "...Haden, you shouldn't claw your friends...or enemies, for that matter." It was Shelby's first time at the new stadium so that was quite exciting for her. And I nearly cried because it was Ernie Hays last game playing the organ.
Cardinals won and all is well.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Ram Me!
Last Sunday I went to a Rams game. Going into the building we had to be patted down. As I was waiting for Greg, Derrick, and Joel to get finished, a guy came up to me wanting a picture with me....saying something like I'm a Rams Cheerleader....
...yeah right. He got his picture, then he told me it was going into his Christmas cards this year. Awesome. Totally wasn't expecting much except to get experience of going to an NFL game. (lots of "E"-words.) (Also, I don't really care too much about sports, unless it's tennis or the Olympics.) Greg scored some lovely tickets from one of the people his company does business with. Awesome. I wasn't even really expecting one touch down from the Rams, quite frankly. Amazingly, they scored two touchdowns within the first few minutes. Awesome. We were the fourth row from the field and right at the end where that inzone was -great view of St. Louis tearing it up. Super awesome. For whatever reason, nachos supreme cost 9 dollars. Greg got some of those. Kings of Leon got booed. A stupid guy sat in front of us. I was explaining to Greg how I hate the fear whenever at one of these games that I may get on the jumbo-tron. What the heck would I do on one of those things!? A quarter later, we got on the jumbo-tron...
They played pretty decently.
It was historic; the Ram's tore it up.
...yeah right. He got his picture, then he told me it was going into his Christmas cards this year. Awesome. Totally wasn't expecting much except to get experience of going to an NFL game. (lots of "E"-words.) (Also, I don't really care too much about sports, unless it's tennis or the Olympics.) Greg scored some lovely tickets from one of the people his company does business with. Awesome. I wasn't even really expecting one touch down from the Rams, quite frankly. Amazingly, they scored two touchdowns within the first few minutes. Awesome. We were the fourth row from the field and right at the end where that inzone was -great view of St. Louis tearing it up. Super awesome. For whatever reason, nachos supreme cost 9 dollars. Greg got some of those. Kings of Leon got booed. A stupid guy sat in front of us. I was explaining to Greg how I hate the fear whenever at one of these games that I may get on the jumbo-tron. What the heck would I do on one of those things!? A quarter later, we got on the jumbo-tron...
They played pretty decently.
It was historic; the Ram's tore it up.
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