Monday, December 29, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
There was a bat in our house, which Jake caught with a blanket and released outside, breaking all the rules printed on the neon orange flyer given to me by a nurse from the Department of Health and Human Services. According to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention you're supposed to wear thick rubber gloves and capture the bat in a plastic tub of some sort, since their teeth can pierce through cloth. Then you're supposed to bring the bat in and have it tested for rabies. Oops. Who has the control to think logically when there is a bat in the house?
Recently I listened to an episode of This American Life, the Halloween program in fact, where Ira Glass takes a moment to make a public service announcement about how imperceptible bat bites are, how you can actually sleep through them. This got me (and some concerned friends) in a bit of a panic, but after doing a little more reading I realized this warning was mostly for sound-sleeping young children. I like to think that if a bat bit my face, which was my only exposed skin, that I would feel it. And so that's what I'm going with. No rabies shots for me. The animal control guy (who happened to be at the house replacing squirrel traps) agreed, as did a nurse and my mom. Good enough for me. I'll report back if I feel any numbness, tingling or strange afflictions to sunlight, cats and garlic.
And while I'm on vampires, check out this trailer for an amazing Swedish film, Let the Right One In. A love story with vampires = winning combo.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
9. Okkervil River - The Stand-Ins
8. Conor Oberst - Self titled
7. Girl Talk - Feed the Animals
6. Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago
5. The Black Keys - Attack & Release
4. DeVotchka - A Mad & Faithful Telling
3. Noah & the Whale - Peaceful, the World Lays Me Down
2. The Raconteurs - Consolers of the Lonely
1. Mates of State - Re-arrange Us
This is based mostly on my itunes playcount. Honorable mentions go to Ryan Adams & The Cardinals, Dr. Dog, Black Kids and Vampire Weekend.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
I have to figure out to make these. Apparently you have to jump through hoops to order them, and at $135 each it definitely qualifies as a worthwhile "I could make that" project. Plus I could alter the pattern and color- Sam Elliot, Charlie Chaplin, French guy, scarves, neck warmers etc. I foresee a mustached winter ahead.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Hirst's Skull - A diamond encrusted human skull valued around 100 million dollars, making it the most expensive piece of contemporary art to date.
Roxie and the Hooligans - The tale of a brave young girl facing a gang of hooligans. I would like it better if Roxie was a hooligan, though I do like it as a potential band name.
Slave Monkey - Monkeys trained to do simple tasks for the physically impaired. Laziness counts as a disability, right?
And A Bottle of Rum - A slightly more accurate Drunk History in book form. History and booze just go together so well.
Tetris Magnets- Or pretty much anything from this site.
Pirate Toast Stamper - Life isn't complete without one.
Exploding Dog "I Hate Technology" laptop skin. Because when your computer crashes or you download a virus you can be reminded of how you really feel about technology as you slam the lid shut.
A Giant Pen
"Mixed Up" Clock - The numbers are rearranged and I find this far more amusing than it actually is.
Melodica - Awesome instrument on which I would assuredly play that Michael Jackson Free Willy song.
Home Laser Tag set - Think of the possibilities.
Rock Band 2 - Along with the game system since I am still rocking the N64.
Tandem Bike - Oh the places we would go.
The Clapper - As seen on TV.
This adorable little French Girl- Maybe I could just borrow her?
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I've been on a nostalgic activities kick lately, and I'm not sure exactly what that means. Laser tag was every bit as fun last week as it was 10 years ago, although admittedly I don't think I got winded after playing two games as a teenager. And rollerskating brought back fond memories of awkward middle school dates and my dad chaperoning a van-full of my friends. I've always acted like a kid and figure I always will, and it makes me happy that I'm surrounded by people who feel the same.
Some people are thankful for their families, some for their toy soldiers and grass; I'm thankful for those things as well as lobster-shaped Jell-o, grandma chairs and Friendsgivings.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
T-shirts. Ahhh I love them. So soft. So colorful. I think I've already mentioned the Stuff White People Like article about t-shirts, which pretty much sums up my love for them. Between Woot and Threadless I'm covered... and then some. But seriously, $5 sales or $10 American Apparel tees with no shipping, you can't beat that. And later on maybe I'll turn them into a quilt. So, not only do I have an addiction, I'm also trying to justify it. Great.
*On Woot forums they fill in overused phrases like "OMG" with funny substitutions, Ovaltina My Goat being one. It made me laugh for a long time once I figured out what the hell was happening.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
To be fair, most of us are capable of multitasking; I was continually flipping between Jake's cooking show and updating my etsy store. But there is something magical about seeing things on the internet that I just can't explain. When Cole and Cecilia made an appearance it was honestly like watching a tv show with guests. And the best part was that after the cookies were done I was able to drive over and test them out. Quite delicious, if you were wondering.
So now I'm thinking of things in terms of how entertaining they would be via streaming video. For instance, I presently have a squirrel trapped in a cage on my window ledge and two cats eagerly watching its every move. And the day before the same squirrel was inside my wall, scratching and thumping around to the point where I honestly thought it might come bursting into my living room. Would these make good videos? Probably not. While intense situations, (for me anyway), it's just not the same as being able to tell Jake to take his shirt off and have him giggle in response.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Even my dad voted for Obama. My dad! This is a guy that watches Bill O'Riley religiously and whose beliefs aren't exactly progressive. Whatever his reasons, (I'm pretty sure he is now expecting free health care,) it's still a big step for my dad. Huge. Like when my brother and I showed him how to email. I guess everyone can change; yes, they can.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I have seen some pretty funny public service announcements encouraging people to vote, and I particularly like this one, where Colin Meloy (The Decemberists) borrows an audience member's camera during a show.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Some of the other pumpkins we carved; I think they turned out pretty well. Stay positive. Drink Summit. Too bad squirrels ate them...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Oct. 23-28, Houston, TX. International Quilt Market, followed by the International Quilt Festival, is annually the largest convention center event in Houston, with over 53,000 quilters in attendance. I arrived for the business part of it, to debut Amazing Nickel Quilts.
The book was well received; when informed that a new Nickel Quilt book was available, reactions ranged from squeals of delight, declarations of "God bless" and "About time," to spontaneous hugs. Literally, hugs were given because my mom had written another book.
To catch the attention of store owners as they zipped up and down the aisle we asked if they were familiar with the Nickel Quilts books. The majority said yes, but some new store owners understandably didn't know about the books. After one such quilter admitted her lack of Nickel Quilt knowledge, a woman in our booth actually scolded her and I was afraid a brawl might break out. I could just imagine the carnage of broken hips and loose dentures. Luckily, it didn't come to that; Momma Speth was happy to educate everyone about Nickel Quilts with an ingenious marketing ploy of giving out free copies of the book to store owners. Hopefully everyone will fall in love with the book, I mean, how could they not?
Nickel Quilts booth- Pat Speth center, quilting buddy June on left and me.
Monday, October 20, 2008
At the exit for Northfield there was a bizarre mimicking of the scene in Field of Dreams, with a line of hundreds of cars all driving toward the same place, headlights cutting through the dark in perfect unison. Once parked in a far-away lot, all the extras were shuttled to the abandoned science building where the day's scene was to be shot. We were ushered into a large lecture hall, "Extras Holding" posted above the entrance. After being divvied into groups we were sent to get our wardrobes, change, and come back for hair and make-up. This took approximately three hours.
There were roughly 120 "physics students" lounging about the lecture hall, all with extremely high-waisted pants and skirts. Lots of plaid and yellow ochre. Nerds galore. Big hair caused the place to reek of hairspray. I snuck out of "holding" as much as possible to snoop around, checking out the adjacent lecture hall where we would actually be shooting the scene. The Coen brothers were wandering around as well; I went in the breakfast buffet line behind Joel.
The actual shooting finally began around noon. We lined up and were assigned seats as we came down the center staircase in a smaller classroom. I was put in the third row, maybe four seats from the center, a good location. In the front of the classroom a chalkboard spanned from floor to ceiling, every inch covered in equations and theories. The scene is this: the main character, a college professor, is having a dream about teaching a large lecture and amongst the students is his nemesis. As he finishes giving the lecture the students leave and the seated man stays behind; they have a conversation and ultimately the main character gets his head smashed into the chalkboard. Unfortunately the head-smashing took place after we, the students, left, so we didn't get to see any action shots.
I was amazed at how much went into one scene. Fourteen hours, and they weren't even done shooting the parts that didn't need extras when we were cut. They shot the scene about a dozen times from the back and again from the front. I won't get to be in the shot from the front, they did a narrower view and I wasn't so lucky to be seated in the front row. Too bad, since I'm sure I wouldn't have to have been told by Ethan Coen twice to avoid looking at the camera like some other kid.
It was great fun though; a once-in-a-life-time experience, trite but true. And I know the scene won't get cut because it has the line, "I'm a serious man."
I wasn't supposed to take pictures, but luckily I'm sly.
Lecture Hall filled with extras, lined up the aisles to get their hair and makeup retouched.
Uber nerdy outfit. They added the horn-rimmed glasses last-minute.
I could have stolen Joel Coen's jacket!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
More "artsy" photos to follow, but here are some standard pics of Minneapolis landmarks.
Friday, October 10, 2008
This begs the question though, what is their policy on the domestic shipment of embryos?
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I like this idea though, of planting fortune tellers. They are hilariously entertaining, and how often can you tell a stranger that they should commit suicide, never wear that hideous top, or reconsider their mustache without facing negative repercussions? It could be a public service, like those guys that traveled across America fixing typos, we could start a movement leaving advice-filled fortune tellers wherever we go. Now all I've got to do is think of a catchy acronym. That and avoid defacing national monuments.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Behold: people drinking from gynormous cups.
And you better believe I googled "giant plastic cups" only to discover they are hard to find and uber expensive. Bummer. Imagine the flippy cup possibilities.
Monday, September 22, 2008
But enough about them, on to other big news... I'm going to be in a movie!!! The next Coen brothers' film, A Serious Man, is being shot presently in a Minneapolis suburb. Auditions for extras were about a month ago, and after not hearing back from them I assumed I didn't make the cut. But last Friday I got a call informing me that I was picked to be in a classroom scene that shoots on October 20th. And in a few weeks I'll go in for hair and costume consultation; since it's set in the 1960s everyone gets a custom-made outfit, bullet-bra included.
Now I'm not expecting much, especially after watching the BBC show Extras, I'll be lucky to have my arm in a shot for a couple seconds. Mostly I'm excited to see the behind-the-scenes action. At the audition we were given guidlines telling us we couldn't bother other cast or crew members, but I can't help hoping that one of the Coens will spot me doing something ridiculous and develop an immediate fondness for me, like Kramer and his Woody Allen movie: These pretzels are making me thirsty.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Well ladies and gents, Craigslist has delivered again. Kate found this post and thoughtfully informed me, maybe hoping I could round up a bunch of sarcastic jerks to torment this poster. And clearly, they deserve it. $20 for a chip?? The thing doesn't even have Florida.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Nine months in the making, the third installment of Nickel Quilts is complete. Introducing: Amazing Nickel Quilts.
Am I a quilter? No. But I stare at little quilt blocks on my computer all day and design page layout and other miscellaneous graphics. So, search your mind for any quilters in your family that might be interested in an (Amazing Nickel) quilt book and send them to patspeth.com. The official release date is going to be October 23rd at the International Quilt Market in Houston, TX, but will be available a few weeks earlier through the website.
The idea is to make an alphabet of books, "A" is for "Amazing, "B" is going to be "Borders" etc. So... one down, twenty five to go. Wowza.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Old house or no, if you were living here, Mister Landlord, you wouldn't tolerate these things. Oh, none of your cupboards shut? You have unfinished, sharp-edged countertops too? Most of your doors don't stay properly shut (which allows one's cats to become quite the escape artists)? Whatever. But you'll shovel and mow the lawn? No? What the hell kind of operation is this? What's that? No, I'm not yelling. Please, please don't kick me out. You what? Found some pipes that were about to explode and they're being redone and my shower will now actually operate like a normal shower? Alright, I'll put up with all that other shit, I guess.
Monday, September 8, 2008
And seriously, dibs on this merch.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
The jokes just write themselves. A game named Cornhole? What were people thinking? Most of the time I simply call it "bags," but admittedly "cornhole" is funnier. I suppose some of the bags are filled with corn, and the board has a hole in it, but still. Then again, I would hate to miss out on questions like, "If I get it in the cornhole am I fucked?" (Jake).
Since making a set of cornhole boards this year and keeping them in my trunk, the amount of lawn game playage is at an all time high. I scoff at other people's boards- they are too bouncy or slick, clearly not regulation. There is plenty of room for rivalry and shit talking in this game. And dirty, dirty jokes.
Recently I was also introduced to a Swedish lawn game called Kubb, where you throw sticks at blocks, trying to knock them over. Not as easy as it sounds. Add silly rules that have you bending over, tossing a stick between your legs, along with Socialist ideals that give the losing team an advantage at the end, and you have a hell of a game. And if a player is wearing a dress (Jess), Kubb also lends itself to bawdy hilarity.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Kickball Prom = best idea ever. We had quite a few gawkers as we took the field dressed in our fancy garb. I wore a bridesmaid dress, others donned outfits from high school dances, thrift stores or the depths of their closests. The look was completed with cleats, tennis shoes, sports bras and spandex. Maybe kickball should always be played like this.
It got me thinking about other activities that could be spiced up with ironic formal attire. They need to be minimally physical, fairly public and work well with groups. Grocery shopping. Bowling. BBQing. Bookclub Prom? Maybe in the spring.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The checkout lines are deceptively short, so I continually make the fatal error of passing up the self-check stations. At least ten minutes is tacked onto each customer as they organize their stack of coupons. I can't remember the last time I used a coupon. Even the items with "Save $1 Instantly!" coupons stuck to the front seem to slip my mind until I'm home unpacking them. Finally, after all discounts are accounted for, the elderly customer in front of me will make some bizarre request like putting $81.05 on her card and pay the remaining $0.90 in cash.
At this point in the transaction I'm desperately looking around for other open registers, but now I'm sandwiched in line. Just when I'm near making an attempt to scale the rack of tabloids, ready to face the sensitive self-check machines (no, I did not remove an item from the bagging area!), it's finally my turn. The cashier has straw hair, dyed black with gray roots grown in a full inch. She squints at me through over-sized spectacles and asks if I've heard anything about the Sasquatch discovery. A man an aisle over butts in, ranting about how the ordeal makes "us" look bad; now people will be skeptical at the true discovery of Sasquatch. I was instantly grateful I held out for this bit of human contact.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
At the international bizarre I bought a Nightmare Before Christmas-esque key chain that I plan on using as a tree ornament, and as I was making my purchase a fellow shopper wondered aloud why anyone would want something so creepy.
I resisted temptation to play games at the Mighty Midway, aside from one round of skee ball, despite my competitive streak. The carnies were fairly tame, though I did overhear one telling another that he could "tickle [his] Elmo."
Throw in a free Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings concert and that is what I call one hell of a day. Next year I might be a little braver and try chocolate covered bacon or the spaghetti dinner on a stick. Maybe.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Though some of the magic has worn from Stuff White People Like, the "Oooh I like that! It's hilarious and ironic!" realization after reading every entry, I still marvel how spot-on many of the articles are. I remember reading the blog one day and at that precise moment being guilty of no less than seven depicted stereotypes, right down to the Threadless t-shirt (#84) and organic fair-trade coffee (#1 & #6). The listings are so exact that I find myself questioning the items I don't know. The Wire? Well I haven't seen that, better put it on my online movie rental queue (#85 and #39, respectively).
I don't own the book yet, I tell myself that I can just read the blog, but it is a pretty blue and would fit in so nicely with my color-coordinated bookshelf...
Monday, August 18, 2008
Another thought came up amongst my friends while watching the 100 meter sprint: include average people in the Olympics as a humorous comparison. Eight Olympic contenders and one lucky audience participant. Seat number G18 Section 112- here's your chance to run with the best! I think we're on to something here.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Amazingly enough I have found a loop hole in this "complete care" business: batteries.
Batteries have their own special warranty which lasts one year. OK fine, I get it- Dell doesn't want people calling and demanding a new battery because the one in their four-year-old computer doesn't work as well as it used to. But surely my superior warranty would cover the sudden and complete failure of my battery, with its signal light flashing an angry red and orange pattern at me. Nope. Not a chance. After several painful conversations with employees that were assuredly not named "Tim" and "Stacy" I was told my only option was to fork over a couple hundred bucks for a new one. Grrrr. And to add to the excitement, the expected delivery date is an unbelievable five to nine weeks. I can't even fathom a scenario in which it might take five to nine weeks to deliver a battery, unless maybe it will arrive via a directionally challenged messenger pigeon? Maybe I should keep a window screen open, just in case.
Friday, August 8, 2008
I am a little sad that I didn't plan a special event for today to pay tribute to the number 8, although it couldn't have topped the 6.6.06 Satan party my friend Katie hosted two years ago. We could talk about how much we love octagons and octopi, but it just wouldn't have the same impact as a creepy guy with black eyeliner and a mesh shirt hovering around, thinking the rest of us were actual fellow satanists.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The first occurrence was actually due to a bit of lucky timing, as I happened to be walking to my car at the precise time I was being written up for having expired tags. I plead that in Iowa we get a month, not a measly fifteen days. And it works. He actually shreds the ticket, which I thought was a stunt strictly for movies. My meter man hero saves me $90 and tells me to go straight to the DMV, which I do. But before I glorify his act of kindness too much, I should point out he was driving around neighborhood streets looking for expired tags on the day of expiration.
The second unexpected gesture happened just the other day as I was walking a block or so from my car to Fedex, wrangling two heavy boxes that were tall enough that I had to lean around them to see. Most passer-byers looked at me amusingly, as if they were reminded of the fat mouse Gus Gus carrying his leaning tower of corn kernels. But just as disaster was about to strike- me precariously balancing the boxes on one propped up knee as I tried to pull open the heavy double doors- a meter man comes jogging up to help me. I was glad of his assistance, and he even insisted on opening the second set of doors. But then things got a little awkward as he unintentionally followed me into the store and soon realized he was out of his natural element, no expired meters in sight. He nervously backed out through both sets of doors and disappeared around the corner, off to ruin the days of countless citizens.
And here's a clip from Cindrillion. Mice + French Singing = Adorable.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Right now I've only got ceramics posted but hope to include some paintings and photos as well. So check it out, I might even cut you a deal. And hey, if you're in Minneapolis you won't have to pay for shipping.....
Friday, July 25, 2008
I realize this isn't the best photo, but I was in danger of getting hit by cars and missing my bus. On my quest to find a not-sold-out show of The Dark Knight I came across this theater and liked that the marquee man was enthusiastic. Which, by the way, I didn't know was "knight" with a 'k' until the day I saw it. And it should be mentioned that just before showtime a man clearly out of his element in the packed theater stopped Jess, and pointing to his ticket stub asked if PG-13 was his seat number. Precious.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I found the trendy jeans during a day of shopping in Vancouver, just after half-way trying on a pair of maternity pants. I had them pulled up to my knees before I realized the meaning behind the faux fly and extra-wide elastic waist band. Oops. As a self-esteem booster I was prepared to hand them back to the fitting room attendant with an apologetic shrug that said, “These funky pants were waaaay too big,” but alas, the post was unmanned.
Later, in a small vintage boutique in Chinatown I had another shopping mix up. I was looking through the Western/cowboy shirt selection and the cashier perked up. “You’re looking for Western shirts?” she asked, “Because the stampede here is over.” I assumed by “stampede” she meant craze or trend, so I assured her I was from the Midwest and the stampede was in full-swing. A look of bewilderment came over her and she replied, “No. We had a real stampede. Last week. That’s what we do here when hockey is off-season.” Now I can only guess what one does at a real stampede. Maybe it’s Canadian lingo for a rodeo, or maybe hundreds of Vancouverites don cowboy shirts and stampede through town, but whatever it was I missed it by a week.
Other Vancouver notes:
While on the subject of attire I’d like to mention how enjoyable I found the Vancouver’s Bard on the Beach performance of The Twelfth Night. Set in the 1920’s, the actors wore Chuck Taylors and pin-striped suits instead of tights and poofy pantaloons.
They have a library that resembles the Colosseum.
In Canada they have exciting potato chip flavors like ketchup and roasted chicken.
People are not nearly afraid enough of raccoons and rabies.
The best way to see an orca whale might be at Sea World. But to see a baby beluga all you need to do is go to the aquarium, though willfully knowing you will likely not be able to stop humming that annoying Raffi song.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Once in Seattle we spent most of the time aimlessly walking around, which quickly made me realize that a) Seattle is not known for its hills and it should be b) things on the edge of the map can be several miles away, and c) I need to do some stair steppers. We stayed close to Pike’s Place Market, famous for being home to the original Starbucks and its local fruit and seafood vendors. Employees at a prime location booth will happily toss around fish, lobsters and giant crabs as if they were manning a Tom Cruise Cocktail bar if only someone in the crowd were actually there to buy a fish. There are also delicious Russian pastries in Pike’s Place along with a “Cat Whisperer” who disappointingly was asking for money without translating fortunes given by cats. I would have paid for a cat fortune.
After a stroll through the Fremont Flea Market I am officially ready to start attending some city council meetings to try to get something like this going in Minneapolis. Antiques, vintage ware, arts n’ crafts, food. And it happens every week! I would even be satisfied if such an event were only held monthly. Among random treasures I was able to find a giant (5 inch) safety pin to replace a friend’s who had one stolen and also had an enjoyable time sifting through a massive pile of name tags pulled from mechanic’s uniforms. Mostly the patches were for Roys and Steves, but I was able to find a “Rock,” which was close enough to my name that I felt obligated to buy it for a dollar.
I was also excited to get both Jess and Ray into a kayak, and though it was more of a lily-pad terrain than whitewater, I am a little amazed that everyone remained virtually dry. We even had such great form that other tourists were taking pictures of us, so look for Jess and I in an upcoming travel brochure. And I highly recommend the kayak rental place, Agua Verde, which also doubles as a delicious Mexican restaurant.
Other things I learned:
The flowers surrounding Mt. Rainier are in bloom, which is picturesque but will cause allergy suffers like myself to become sleepless in Seattle, without the Tom Hanks romance and comedy.
The Experiencing Music Project museum is interesting, but not nearly as fun as Rock Band.
Body paint can effectively imitate spandex on nude cyclists.
Giving homeless people your left-over Chinese food can be a somewhat terrifying experience.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
That's right ladies and gentlemen, it was being used as a doorstop.
And on that note, here's a fun "Will It Blend?" video.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Congrats to the Goplins for a new addition to their family. I don’t actually know the birthing mom, does that make this creepy? But why salute the person who carried the baby for nine months and delivered it when I can congratulate her siblings who did nothing?
And while I’m throwing around praise, I’d like to give a big, “Proud of you” to my good friend Rafael Nadal. Though Federer may have cooler fans (Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale) Raf is cuter and has a more pronounced accent, so it’s only fair that he win
And lastly, never ever spill grease that has been sitting around for weeks in 85 degree heat. If you were contemplating it, I urge you to stop. The horror of an odor that does its best to combine the scent of a decaying body and cat urine will soak into your pores and leave you wishing you would’ve just eaten that ground turkey grease-intact.
Monday, July 7, 2008
After just a few hours of this peaceful, slower-than-city pace, Jess and I were contemplating if we could ever live in a rural environment. I was thrilled to ride in the back of a pickup, to be constantly surrounded by kittens and to be as loud as we wanted without worrying about fun-hating neighbors. And to be able to grow your own food? How marvelous! But these thoughts went as fast as they came. Twice during my short stay someone had to drive 20 miles each way to a mid-size town for various errands. I never even make it to
On Saturday we ventured into
Margee, drinking wine on her deck with the sunset behind her.
Group shot in Omaha featuring birthday girls in matching wigs.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Perhaps the title needs some explanation? For those of you who haven't seen the '90's baseball classic, The Sandlot, I urge you to queue it up immediately. And if you're not fortunate enough to have an online movie rental service, try the library. Let me set up the scene for you from which I took the line of dialog that serves as my motto:
In a clubhouse a baseball team of 12 yr old boys are making s'mores. Smalls, the main character, is a bit of a square and has never had a s'more.
Teammate: Hey Smalls, you want a s'more?
Smalls: A s'more? How can I have s'more (pronounced "some more") if I haven't had any?
Teammate: (Flabbergasted) You're killing me, Smalls.