I Am the Author of Mckann's Magnificent Story

This is a competition. Does everything in life have to be a competition? No. But this does. Let the games begin Mckann Hanseen. Please refer to her post The Author of My Own Magnificent Story about the perfect daydreamed date. Here is my perfect daydreamed date. 
Imagine this: You are anxiously awaiting your date planned for this evening. Your date said he would pick you up at 6:30pm and he arrives on time but is he driving his car? No. His fathers mustang? No. Instead he is steering two magnificent chestnut colored mustangs...the horses, in an old fashioned carriage (the ones that don't have a top, but black leather seats).You see this from your window of course. He walks to your door, rings the doorbell and gives you edible chocolate flowers. He is wearing a nice sweater or maybe a black button up coat that has a popped collar (that's just the style of the coat you see). He smells like Old Spice (Normal, Fugi, Denali, Cyprus, you name it). Yum. You've made sure to wear your favorite olive-colored peacoat, a unique, modest shirt underneath, some neutral colored boots, with black sparkly legwarmers underneath, a colorful scarf (of course including the color Olive to match your peacoat), hobo gloves, some classy STUD earrings, and yummy perfume but not an overwhelming amount. He escorts you to the carriage door, opening it of course and luckily the carriage seats have the marvelous BUN WARMERS! to keep you toasty while the horses trot along through the frigid winter night. There IS another couple sitting across from you in the carriage. Unless this takes place next year and you are with a return missionary and you both want to get married...then it's fine.There is jolly chatting and Christmas music in the background. Then you arrive at your destination: Zupas. Not too expensive, yet delicious and of course there is a booth available. You know your date earned the money he is spending tonight. He didn't bribe his parents because he is old and mature enough to get a job. You can tell that the waitress-lady taking your order is secretly in love with your date, though she is not being very secretive about it. Yet your date simply remains polite to her and keeps his attention on you. You and your date were good friends before this and so he knows your favorite thing at Zupas and orders it for you: Honey Bacon Club with Tomato Basil soup. Then you put your coats back on, your date helping you in case you are struggling finding the arm hole, and you head to Borders to read books in the restricted section (just kidding, I mean childrens section. Just had to throw something Harry Potter-ish in there). Your date is quite humorous and you both are constantly laughing, taking silly pictures and having a grand time. You notice the lights around Riverwoods. They are a nice touch to the night. You get back in the carriage and head to The Cocoa Bean where you get a cupcake which you split with your date because those cupcakes are hard to finish. Next you do not see a movie because that's a lame way to spend a wonderful Christmas night. Instead you drive around in your carriage to look at Christmas lights around neighborhoods. Not lame neighborhoods but miraculous ones that go all out. Remember you aren't cold because of the bun warmers and your date may or may not have his arm around you. This doesn't have to mean anything (unless he is that above stated return missionary) he is just keeping you warm and protecting you from potential dangers. Then you go caroling!!!!!!!! Your date has a marvelous voice and you harmonize just for kicks. After this you return back to the carriage and the next thing you know he pulls out a warm tin of peppermint hot chocolate which you sip while enjoying the lights. While admiring the lights everyone plays a good ol' entertaining game and you all sing along to Michael Bublé on the radio. The time comes for the date to end and you are returned home safe and sound to your footy pajamas. Oh wait...doorstep scene...well...use your imagination. But remember that you and your date have the same standards. 
And then a raindeer pops out of a nearby bush and headbutts your date and he dies. And you cry.
Just kidding. It's just a daydream.

S.O.S.

"I named my ipod 'Titanic' so when I 

connect it to Itunes it says 'syncing Titanic'.

So then when I press cancel I feel like a hero."

-My brothers acquaintance, Sara,  from Slovakia.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow!

Here is a little video. I think you'll enjoy it.

I'm thankful for...

"The turkey on the table, the cranberry sauce,

the mash potatoes and the green bean casserole.

The Pilgrims knew what they had to do to make

compatibility with the gobble-gobble-ility.

Pocahontas rode her golden corn to England (to England).

Pumpkin pie... Blueberry pie...

Raspberry pie..." 

Ok ok. In all seriousness I am thankful for

Family

The gospel

Friends

The USA

Food

and the little neighbor boys who shovel our sidewalk when it snows

AND so much more.

The Dark Lord.

The dark lord is coming soon.

4 days to be exact.

Look for the dark mark in the sky.

And on peoples wrists. 

That is all.

(I'm totally joking about the whole creepiness of this.

Just so you know.)

 

Redbox Notes

Fellow bloggers. I give you a challenge. 

Next time you return a Redbox video, leave a note inside the case.

A nice or funny note that will make the next user's day.

Once a lady was having a bad day. She rented a movie at Redbox and there was a note including $2 saying "I hear it's good luck to find $2." 

And that was it.

Maybe the Redbox note tradition will start to spread and one day you'll get a note in return. I say we do it. But keep it clean.

Whip My Hair

Many of you are aware of my obsession with the song Whip My Hair by Willow Smith (Will Smith's daughter).But I realized I have yet to introduce it to my blog.So dear blog and followers, check out this song. You MAY think it's weird. The first time I watched it I thought it was weird. But now I'm slightly obsessed. And it's only cool because Willow is 9 years old. So check it out. Link HERE. Enjoy!

Look at this little happy family.

 

Cookies and Bribes

Throughout our school years, we have all heard about teachers pets and kids that try to bribe their teachers for a better grade and all that jazz.

Well how about bribing a teacher to not make a new seating chart?

First of all as a disclaimer: Normally I never speak in my classes and I never get in trouble but as you well know, it is Senior year....and I have ADD (not really...but maybe). I am also normally not one to bribe teachers and be a distraction. But when You put Rachel, Sarah and I next to each other in the back corner of our English class....it is a party.

Well you see Mr. English teacher didn't agree that it was a party so at the end of term he made a new seating chart just because of us and he barley moved anyone but of course, he moved us.

He hates us. He really does.

It is an odd sensation to have a teacher hate you.

Your grades mysteriously begin to suffer.

Well in order to survive the rest of Semester, Rachel, Sarah and I made a pact to continue sitting by each other and this called for drastic action. So today during lunch we made Mr. English teacher cookies. Yum. Normally we wouldn't stoop this low and make classmates hate us. But drastic times call for drastic measures. (Disclaimer: It's not a big deal to get new seats or anything but the fact that Mr. English teacher hates us, makes us want to rebel even more and beat the system!!) So the cookies took awhile to cook so we walked in a tiny bit late to English and gave our teacher the cookies. Fresh out of the oven. Just for you Mr. English teacher. Then we sat in our corner while he pulled out a NEW seating chart??? Wahhh?? We'll take those cookies back! Our new spots were like this: Rachel and Sarah on one side right by each other, and Mary all by her lonesome. Love you too Mr. English teacher. Then he came to his senses and realized the unfairness and moved me to sit by them.

Result: Rachel, Sarah and I in the opposite corner, sitting by each other.

Bribery works.

Now let me apologize to our wonderful English class: Sorry we are annoying and sorry we bribed Mr. English teacher. But sometimes....things are necessary. 

That is all.

Thought.

I find this funny. Just thought I'd share.
P.S. I hope you like the new Christmas layout.
Because Christmas is just around the corner :0)

Yuletide Greetings

Once upon a time Christmas music was supposed to start today on 106.5. But it hasn't started yet. And what the crap is up with that? I have been waiting all year for this! No, no it is not too early to start listening to it. At this moment I am listening to The Christmas Song but my brotha' Nat King Cole. But Christmas music MUST start soon on the radio. It must! 

Soon I will change my blog and make it all Christmasy just for all you early-christmas-haters.

That is all.