January 25, 2009

Music Industry Woes



"Shush, girl! Shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said shush, girl! Shut your kips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said shush, girl! Shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips"

Three blogs in one day you ask? Could someone be bored? Or could someone be avoiding homework....?

Yep, these are literally lyrics to a song I heard on the radio the other day. I was just casually browsing through the lack-luster options provided by the radio when I heard the words Helen Keller in it. Naturally, I thought my already deaf ears were deceived. Nay, they were not. Honestly people, grab a Websters Dictionary and find some words in this vast english language to write a song about. Helen Keller? Seriously? Sad thing is, it's quite a catchy little tune

Puerto Rican Paradise and Southern Cookin, Momma Dean Style








Me and Mathew Marie decided that a themed cooking night was inevitably in our future. 'Don't Fight it!' So, the first of our excursions, well, mostly just Matts, was a Puerto Rican night. Summer has already delved into that a smidge, so I won't reiterate her blogging. This past weeks was Southern Style. We based all of our recipes off of the pioneer of Southern Cooking herself Momma Dean. Matt has the hotts for her, who wouldn't, that cute little southern bell. I guess it was our way of trying to be as close as we can to her. We made fried chicken, 'taters,' (a delish recipe by the way, both of them. The fried chicken and the bacon mashed potatoes may be found on momma deans website). We also made corn bread and ofcourse, in redneck fashion, some cool aid. The outfits, if you are feeling a little covetous, were found at the local Deseret Industries. Yes, I am wearing some state of the art maternity shorts. (april if you're interested let me know). I know you're all going to be shocked, but the meal was delicious. Next week is 'embrace your inner Navajo' week. I'll be sure to keep you updated.

SIX DEGREES OF KEVIN BACON






SO, me and the homies went to the Sundance Film Festival in our neighboring Park City last Friday. We went in the pursuit of showing the paparazzi just how to stalk those wiley celebs. Funny thing is, I usually make fun of humans who are celeb crazy (melissa, this is not a personal punch, even though I was thinking particularly of you :)...). I figured I would catch atleast one pic with Brangenlina and atleast one kiss from Mr. Clooney. But, thus to our utter dismay, we didn't see too many famous peeps. I did see Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite, and the guy who plays on the show that is like Xena, but the guy version...PLEASE if anyone could give me a hint to this fellows name or that show, I will owe you massive amounts of gratitude. And, the biggest find of the night was the exotic Kevin Bacon. I may now be the first degree on the six degrees of Kevin Bacon! Yep, I live for these small little joys that life presents to us. Oh, and tell you me you don't love the queer lounge!? Yes, it is a gay club, or a 'mangrove' as the sign so illustriously displays.

January 8, 2009

H-town and ....snow?

tis true, I came home from my laborious semester of studying to find my red-rocked southern utah covered in the white stuff. Was I pleased you ask? After all, who doesn't dream of a white Christmas? The answer is no. I was a bit less than enthusiastic. I take pride and often brag to the native notherners concerning my sunny south. I love the fact that yes, I can go play in the snow if I want, it's a mere 45 minutes away. However, on the flip side if I want to go fourwheeling in a t-shirt on December 24 I can also do that. Nonetheless, me and my biotches had a grand ol time playing in it. I was so proud of Montana. She's getting gutsier all the time. She went down the biggest hill at coral pinks. Was there some colorful language to accompany? Naturally. But the fact that she is, as nike would say, just doing it is all that matters. The ones with us getting smeared in the snow is a little treat from ol Matt. We tried to snow ball him and figured if we made a quick get-away down a hill he wouldn't get us. WRONG. As we rolled off our sled we found our heads being shoved in icy snow. Every orifice on our face was filled with snow. As if we weren't attractive enough to start with. And yep, that's brucey dog, he literally sledded. It was as good as you're imagining. Sad when the best pic of the day is of Sage (the dog), check out that whistful action shot...kudos mommy.


Yep, the best pic of the day is captured by the dog, as if any of you are surprised.










The only possible way of getting us up to the Big Daddy, Bless my redneck bro-in-law's hearts






Me, Spenc, and Rog
Dad of the Year...? I should say!






















Never too many pictures of us cuties


Little Meg, easily the weirdest little girl I've yet to meet, she no joke can shake her booty like Shakira

Cute little engaged couple.








Tan going down the biggest hill at Coral Pinks, Yep, ofcourse we publish proof




















YEP! this is ol Spunky Brucester post sled. Very James Bond like, I think














They look so sweet here don't they? Ha!





















This is one of our first excursions down the hill, so innocent we were















Matt shoving our unsuspecting grills in the snow











Cute boys after getting grills shoved in the snow


Us attempting to make sure no one is left out, I'm betting you can guess how well it worked