Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Idris Elba

Who the deuce is Idris Elba?

I had no idea who he was until this last week when I witnessed the glory of the movie Obsessed. Beyonce and Elba, along with crazy Ali Larter, worked their way into making a classic film with so many one liners its ridiculous. I enjoyed it. I might not ever want to see it again, but it was worth the initial viewing.

Anyways. It turns out I only thought I didn't know who Idris Elba was. In reality I'd seen him every Thursday for the last six weeks. On The Office. I had no idea it was the same man!! He was so much more attractive in Obsessed.

Anyways. This was big news to me. Thanks for bringing it up Dare-Bear.

Oh, and you better believe he's also been in Law and Order. Bam.

What I've Missed About Provo

(The First Installment:)

Wal-Mart Trips.
But not just any Wal-Mart trips.
Ones that mean I see pregnant women sitting on a bean bag in the middle of the store. At 11:00 pm at night. For a second we thought she was about to go into labor, but the groans she let out were just for fun I suppose.

Thanks Provo.

Monday, April 27, 2009


Yeah yeah yeah.

So I think this has been the longest I've gone without a blog post. I need to repent. It is unacceptable.

But a lot has been going on. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot.

I was living at home, loving what was going on and happy about my job working for the U.S. Census Bureau. It was the best of times.

And then it became not the best of times.

Sad news #1: I heard back from France. I did not get accepted into the teaching assistantship program. This was especially sad because I really thought I would get in. Which is weird for me because I always assume I won't get accepted into things. So I thought my random confidence in the future was a good sign. Not true.

Sad news #2: My census job that was supposed to last ten weeks *SURPRISE* only lasted three and a half. So that was awesome. I was sad that it ended because I enjoyed the work I was doing. This brings me back to square one in the job department.

A few weeks prior to this my friend Rachel had mentioned working with her for the same place I worked last summer. So after both of the sad news alerts listed above, I decided: Why not?

This means a few different things:

This means I moved back to Provo. Yes, I swallowed my pride and returned from whence I came.

This means I need another job in Provo. Any leads would be welcome in my life.

This means I miss Denver already.

It also means that I have a lot to figure out. I don't know what I'll be doing at the end of the summer.

But I guess thats how things go in my life. Yeah.

I'll be back to funny blogs in no time. No worries.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Sucker Fish

Any guesses as to what this is?

Here's some help:

The last week or so there has been a debate going on as to whether or not my bro's sucker fish was dead. To some, it had been moving; to others, it seemed to stay in the same permanent spot.

The debate ended when we found the fish remains still intact, as shown in the photo.

I guess it's a little gross, but mostly we had a good long hard laugh about it. I mean really, its wack! The bones are still there! Like a skeletor fish.

Well, Mom had been on the side that was saying the fish was still alive. Boy was she wrong. Erik wanted to make sure she knew her mistake:

And thats why you always leave a note.


Today is the ten year anniversary of the shootings at Columbine. While I wasn't in high school at that time, I still feel a strong connection with the events that transpired. Everyone in this community has a story; everyone has certain emotions that bring back the memories of that day.

Ken Caryl Middle School, where I was that day, is a short 1.5 miles from Columbine. It was a day full of confusion. Our school was put in lockdown from the moment we got word of what was happening at Columbine. But we students weren't told anything. The teachers were periodically switched out while they went into the teachers lounge and watched what was happening on tv. They would come back and tell us nothing, but I remember reading the fear on their faces. We all asked what was happening. We were left mostly in the dark. All they told us was that something was going on at Columbine and a student was shot in the foot.

I remember being fearful that our school would be next. Why else would they force us to stay in the same classroom for the entire day? But my first concern was my brother. He was at the school. I kept telling myself that only one person had been shot (as far as we were told) and so what were the chances it was Aaron? This thought ran through my mind over and over again.

The day went slowly along. I had a substitute teacher that day, and later I found out she had a son at the school as well. I have only admiration in the way she handled herself and tried to comfort us while she was in her own agony. She put in the movie Angels in the Outfield. I haven't been able to watch that movie since.

When the final bell rang for the day and only a few of us were left, we finally persuaded our teacher to let us turn on the news. I still don't know if that was a good idea or not. The horror that I saw on that screen was unexpected. It was the first time that day I had to work hard to hold back the tears.

We could only leave the school if a parent checked us out. I wasn't able to leave until close to 4 pm. I remember there were so few of us at that point they were moving us all into one room in the school; as we were walking in the hallway I saw my mom and I remember just running to her and crying. It was obvious that tears had been falling from her eyes for some time now.

Aaron was ok. A relief flooded my body.

I image the anguish a parent felt during that day. I remember the fear. I remember the tears.

But more vividly I remember the love. I remember the hugs. I remember the togetherness. I remember seeing endless flowers span the entirety of Clement Park. I remember looking at those around me and seeing God's love pour from their souls. During this time of grief I saw faith flourish. I remember not being afraid to say I love you.

I went to the Memorial this morning.

I still feel that love.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Foolish Games: Done and done

Let's just say that this might possibly be the best live performance of any Jewel song. Ever.

Yeah. Love it.

(please ignore all wrong notes/words/awkwardness. we're not actually Jewel)

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Find of the Century

My thrift store experiences were all made worth it today when I found this beauty:

A pink jumpsuit? Really?

Yes, really.

I wandered around the store waiting for something-I just knew it was going to be a good trip. After finding a significant amount of dresses and even some jean coveralls, I began my walk to the dressing room...when I saw this. I just grabbed it and figured why not?

I slid it on and it fit like a glove. I admired the craftsmanship and the color, but still I was unsure if I should purchase it.

I texted Jill, because I knew she'd understand. I heard her voice telling me to buy it.
"When else will you find such a gift? Such a treasure?"

I listened.

And I don't regret it.

Cash Cab

I have a crush on Ben Bailey.

You know, the host of the game show Cash Cab.

If I ever was lucky enough to ride in Ben's cab, I wouldn't even want money.

I'd just want Ben.

Also, I just read he was in an episode of Law and Order. Yeah. Meant to be.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Monday: To Do List

So another week begins here in the Ford world. I must say that as I'm writing this I'm mostly excited for this week. Not that I have anything super awesome planned, but I just feel like its going to be a good week.

And you want to know what makes a good week? A good Monday.

And you want to know how to have an awesome Monday? Set goals.

Goals like the character Stanley Stupid makes in my favorite movie, The Stupids.

(this montage is like 8 minutes long...I only ask you watch until about 45 seconds. Or just watch the entire movie, because it is hilarious. but just a warning: your local blockbuster might not have it...)

Ok ok now my list for Monday:
1. Work on my bald spot tan (aka work)
2. Email Rick Steves and ask/beg for a job
3. Call rapper Flo Rida (ok ok did you know he made his number public last week?! I had no idea until now. I read like 4 different articles about it until I found his actual number. You better believe I'm going to call it. And you better believe Flo Rida and I are going to be BFF's in no time. I need his advice on apple bottom jeans and whether or not they go with boots without fur...and lets be honest, I just feel awesome with Flo Rida in my phone book)

4. Eat leftover eggs, preferably of the deviled variety
5. Stock up on excess Reeses Peanut Butter Eggs, because they just taste better than regular Reeses
6. Research new phone options
7. Practice the song "Foolish Games" on the piano. More on that later this week. (oh, its good)
8. See a movie (toss up between Duplicity, Dragonball, and Hannah Montana)

Yeah. It's going to be an awesome day.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Bald Spot

Friends. My dear, dear friends.

I think I've mentioned it before, but I was blessed with an abnormally large forehead. Some could call it a five-head. I don't think its awkward or extra noticeable, but growing up I was always a little self conscious about it.

My family (mostly my mom) tried the bangs route for most of my childhood.

You can thank my cowlick for making bangs extra difficult for this girl, i.e. the 'half-bang' look. Yeah, I rocked it growing up and I rocked it well.

As I got older I began to appreciate my forehead. I realized it was a part of me and accepted that it sometimes looks bigger than other peoples entire faces.

The best part of this forehead, though, is that it is in direct contact with the sun. Since it is so high, the top inch or so faces the sky and relishes in its light. This top part of my forehead has been lovingly nicknamed my "bald spot". Flattering, I know.

Since I work outside for a good part of the day, the bald spot has become increasingly contrasted against the rest of my face. And like it usually does, there is a noticeable, almost perfectly straight line where the bald spot ends and the normal sized forehead begins.

Don't worry. Here is proof.

Now tell me you can't see that. Its like two shades darker. At least.

The saddest part is now its some kind of weird game I play. Like, "lets see how dark I can get my bald spot!" I think I'm going to see how awesome it gets in the next few weeks. I'll post another pic if its worth it.


PS On a different note, I've always been told I have really long eyelashes and I never really thought they were super long...until this picture. Weird.

PPS Who doesn't love posts about foreheads?

Coming up

Don't worry friends.

I know I haven't been as faithful lately, but believe you me that I have some fine posts in the works. Be on the look out for one later today. It has to do with my 'bald spot' so I know that will only make you want to come back for more.

Also, I will be needing new suggestions for life. Any and all welcome.

Until then, enjoy this photo. Its me and my grandparents. I had a surge of love for them today.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Oh C'mon

We all know my disinterest in showering.

Well, this new hair makes showering take on a whole new role.

You see, now when I wake up in the morning my hair is uncontrollable. I laugh at my reflection almost every morning because I didn't know some of these looks were possible. I considered documenting some of these moments, but decided to spare you, my friends.

Anyways, needless to say my showering has increased mostly to tame the hair.

This doesn't mean that there are not some days I need to take a little break...

Last week I faced one of those days. I didn't shower. One day. So sue me.

The next day I went into the bathroom and there, starting to take residence up in my tub, was a spider. His web was starting to take shape and he seemed like he was happy to find such a prime local.

And then I smashed him. Its nicer than letting him suffer by drowning.

I just figured he probably thought I'd be gone longer, giving him enough time to set up shop for at least a little while. Like the old me.

Sorry spidey. Blame the hair.

Monday, April 6, 2009


I have a problem.

It's a problem that I didn't really know I had until last Sunday. At church.

As I was standing there, talking to a friend, another friend walks up to me and says "Cindy, do you realize your shoes never match your outfit?"

At first I was taken aback. What was he saying? Was he really insulting my shoe/outfit match factor?

I didn't think what I was wearing was too weird. It was just a white and grey dress and pink shoes. Granted, I understand pink isn't the same as white and grey, but it wasn't too overwhelming. It was just one of those days when I was wearing something neutral so I could wear more eye-catching shoes. Right?

But this statement he made was more than just based on that particular day. He said they never match. Never? First off, what kind of guy really makes an inventory of my daily fashion choices, and secondovely, who tells you when you don't match your shoes?

Of course, when guy #1 said made this comment, guy #2 nodded in agreement. A guy #3 passed by so I asked him if he thought I dressed weird. His face only reinforced this statement. Maybe they keep track in Elders Quorum?

My dad has always said I dress weird. I used to not believe him. Now I'm not so sure...

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Girl Scouts

As Americans, we hate being bothered. We hate telemarketers, we hate being approaching at the grocery store (unless the lady approaching us is handing us food, wherein we are delighted) and we most definitely hate solicitors.

I have no problem ignoring or saying no to any of the people above. I realize these are all just everyday people doing their everyday jobs and they probably hate it, but I won't feel pity for them and I will not feel bad about not participating. Does that make sense?

There are some people who feel pressure into buying things just because somebody knocks on their front door and asks. Those random kids with tubs full of candy bars? I always say no. When I see a telemarketer is calling my house, I usually answer the phone with a 'bueno!' and it never goes much longer than that.

Now, this past week as I was walking around my neighborhood, I noticed a sign in a front door that was different than all the rest:



At first I was confused. Wasn't a girl scout kind of both?

But then I realized...I totally agree.

Girl scouts can get places no one else can! This is genius information. Think about it. Every telemarketing place should just pretend that they are girl scouts. Everyone who wants to sell something door to door should wear a girl scout uniform! Nobody is going to turn down cookies. Nobody.

So today...props to the girl scouts. You win.

(PS If you need a 'no soliciting' sign, contact ben. he's got some extras)