Thursday, December 23, 2010

Mother knows best

Me to my mother as she walks outside to smoke: Have fun getting cancer

My mother without skipping a beat: Oh shut up. I don't tell you 'enjoy having a heart attack' when you go out for a jog.


Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Harleys, Thunderbird, Kentucky Headhunters, and Panama Jack

I hate when people mark anniversaries of tragedies that have happened in their lives. To me it's just a reminder of a bad time in your life. Why would you want to relive that and take yourself back to that time? I guess it helps some people with the grief to mark the occasion.

It almost slipped by this year without even the slightest thought. Most people are remembering the events of Pearl Harbor and all the men and women that lost their lives or were forever tortured from the days events. Not my family. Love you Gramps.

A road trip to Alabama is in order.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Fine, Kanye. FINE.

Remember that one post where I called Kanye out and told him that Bon Iver was better with auto-tune songs? Well, he must have caught wind because he came up with this jem:

I'm having a seriously hard time determining which I love better. I haven't listened to the rest of Kanye's new album but this song half tempts me.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Chicago: A Picture Story

This weekend I decided to go to Chicago and spend Thanksgiving with this girl:
BFF Christina
We made: 
Artichoke hearts, tomatoes, basil, goat cheese, mozzarella

Saw this: 
Record store from High Fidelity

Took these: 
Probably the best photo booth in all the land*
Gazed at these:

And were very pleased with this: 
BYU vs Utah football game

All in all I had a good time but just to set the tone of the weekend, 10 minutes into my flight from Austin to Memphis, a woman two rows up from me barfed ALL OVER. When I say all over, I mean all over. There was no trying to aim for the giant bag that was being held right in front of her face. We were on a CRJ200 which made it worse. (Go ahead and click on that link to see how very un-large the plane is). I feel like I STILL smell like barf and it's been a week.

My luck on the way home wasn't any different. My flight from Chicago to Memphis was delayed two hours causing me to have to miss my connecting flight into Austin. I'm not one to cry and certainly not in public but I seriously just wanted to get home to my puppy and to Texas that I ended up having tears stream from my face through the whole airport and for half of the train ride to Michigan Ave. People looked at me like I was nuts but I didn't even care.

Luckily I was put on the first flight out of Chicago the next morning and after having the pleasure of being escorted into one of those glass TSA boxes to get felt up by a huge woman, I was on my way home! This was my view: 

I think that makes up for all the shit I went through, eh? Delta can still suck it.

*The photo booth was in the record store. It advertised $3. Christina shoved me in and started feeding the machine dollar bills. As she was paying, I read a sign that said 'May start taking photos before all money is put in'. About a dollar in, the flash started. The first photo is Christina's sleeve. The second is a dollar and me. The third and fourth are of Christina struggling to finish paying and me laughing at the whole situation. Probably the highlight of the trip. I still laugh out loud when I look at the strip.