Friday, July 29, 2011

Pioneer Day 2011

Utah is a great state for several reasons.

One of the best reasons, though, is Pioneer Day.

It is another paid day off of work, it is celebrated with fireworks (who doesn't love those?), sometimes my hair gets caught on fire on Pioneer Day (in case you are not familiar with this story, one time a certain individual started lighting a match right next to me as i was pouring lighter fluid onto the fire and my body/head/hair caught on fire. but i survived...oh look, a picture!),

and this year, we really made magic happen.

We were in Bear Lake for the weekend, and the porch was lit up in celebration of the hand cart pushers/pullers and pioneer children who walked and walked and walked!

For some weird reason, someone suggested we write poems about the pioneers and then have a talent show. To honor those who crossed the plains. And what a great idea it turned out to be. Everyone participated and I think I speak for all of us when I say we were all impressed/jealous of some of the other talent. I mean, some of these people. They have gifts.

Katie was especially dedicated to her poem, and her hard work paid off. A natural poet, this one!

Other fine performers (all of whom did excellent jobs-and can't you just see pure joy on their faces?! We love the Pioneers!)

This is the only good picture I got of someone's talent. And when I say good, I mean my zoom button got stuck but luckily it was zoomed in on the right place! Or, wrong place?

My poem was about a fictional boy named Tommy Jones who crossed the plains. But by poem I mean rap. And to add to how ridiculous I am, here is a video I just made of me reciting it for all of you to hear.

Also, I'm sorry I shake my head so much. I can't control it.

And if you actually watch this, you're welcome.

And if you know of an actual Pioneer with the name Tommy Jones, it is purely coincidental.

And this is what happens when I stay home on a Friday night.

(and this is also why i should wash my hair more...)

This is my life

A few things:

I've really been thinking about things I want to improve on in my life. It's resulted in a lot of self-reflection and soul searching. I just haven't been sure if I've been using all my talents to their full potential and thus this week has been about expanding my world.

First off, RAP.

I'm just going to say it. Out loud. And on my blog. I want to be a rapper. I just like to let the words flow. Sometimes it works, sometimes it does not. I think after I read some more advice from this website, I'll be even mo' betta. Get ready to hear me drop it like its hot.
(if you're lucky...)

Also, I'm considering yodeling. How does one learn that? I need your help.

And lastly, yesterday Logan, Janna, and I really tapped into our artistic outlets and started on our journey through the land of paint by numbers. Oh look! I found the one I'm doing:

Awww yeah. Tigers.

(also, if you have any subject suggestions for my next rap, please feel free to leave it in the comments. and then i'll make it least i'll try)

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Even though I napped, I still loved Bear Lake

The weekend at Bear Lake was most excellent. It was sunny and perfect. And we ate lots of good food and played at the lake and got sunburned and took naps (well, some of us) and listened to really scary stories and celebrated Pioneer Day and killed giant striped bugs and watched movies (that some of us slept through) and played cards and just loved each other. Because thats what we do.

See, sunny! :

And us, loving each other:

Here we are standing in a street:

We all look really good with sick closed mouth smiles:
(Darren is our single, lonely uncle)

And I would like everyone to please focus in on BDF in the upper left corner. If that face doesn't express pure joy, I don't know what does:

We had a make-shift Pioneer Day program that consisted of poems and talents and pioneer games, but that deserves its own little blog post. Because pure skill resides within us all in the poetry department.

You're welcome.

Friday, July 22, 2011


Going to Bear Lake this weekend.

It will look exactly like this, only sunny.


Thursday, July 21, 2011

Bieber Inspiration

Justin Bieber is great. I think we can all agree on that.

He's precious, he looks good with earrings, he's bff's with Usher and Kanye and him and Selena look oh-so perfect together. (but lets face it, they're going to be this generations britney and justin. and when the time comes, we will all be a little bit heartbroken. i still feel sad about that. life is hard)

Anyways, Justin just gave an interview where he shared his top 5 songs that inspire him most. I was interested to see where he'd take this, because he's from Canada and I was hoping Celine Dion would make the cut.

Boy was I wrong.

His list:
1. Michael Jackson, Man in the Mirror
2. R. Kelly, I Believe I Can Fly
3. Boyz II Men, Dear God
4. Justin Bieber, Down to Earth
5. Justin Bieber, Never Say Never

Looking at this list, we can assume a few things.
-JB doesn't think women are inspiring
-Men who take advantage of little girls/boys are inspiring
-JB desperately wants to transform from boy to man
-He inspires himself. A lot. Which must be really nice.

But I guess if I were looking at this man in the mirror everyday, I'd be inspired too.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


One of my friends posted this article on fb.

It's basically about how we should eat bugs. How we're a strange country because we're obviously not using all of our resources.

I agree.

In fact, I agreed years ago, when I started eating what was found in nature.

You guys, I'm like, so before the times its insane. I knew eating bugs was cool long ago.

(also, bandannas are also cool)

(also, i really want to go to the LA Natural History Museum's Big Bug Cook-off one day.
new goal)

Friday, July 15, 2011

High on Potter

(don't worry. no spoilers included here...not like you don't already know what happens)

So I just got back from the new/last one ever Harry Potter.

I'm guessing this is what JK Rowling has been doing all day
(while thousands of people are waiting in line on dirty movie theatre floors, wearing ridiculous clothing, and preparing to shed tears):

I was telling my friends on the drive home tonight that if I were JK I'd never work again. I'd end up staying at home, swimming in my money, and making boats out of tin foil to race in the rain gutter. Because I could.

Also, I have some serious issues with Harry and his friends. He has good friends; great friends even! I mean, they risk their lives time after time, they support him...but if they really loved him they would help a brother out.

These glasses are unacceptable.

A real friend would take Harry aside, maybe during pillow talk, and say "Hey, Harry. You're a fine looking guy, but you wanna know what would help you out? New glasses. These round frames just aren't helping anything. I know they're what your dad sported, but that was 20 years ago! Time to move on. You can do better than this"

These are just a couple ideas:

So much better! You'll thank me later.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Life Questions

Today we had a super long and boring work conference at a nearby university.

It had a raffle.

I won napkins.

Why does this happen?

Last raffle I won an electric pencil sharpener.

Also, why is Brian Wilson my dream man?

Oh yeah. This would be why.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Independent is a hard word sometimes

(go to 10:00...and watch for ten seconds. thats all i ask)

This is what happens in my life.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011


I wish I still had this shirt.

Also, this inspires me to ask for new hair suggestions. Thank you.

District Attorney

When someone awesome gets married, usually only the most awesome friends come to the wedding. So when two awesome people get married to each other, its only natural for the best people to congregate together. Its not normal for this kind of cool to be in one place. But it is memorable.

This wedding kept us entertained and busy, but it also let us make new friends. Thanks, Jeff.

Some of us make better pretentious people than others. And some of us wear two pairs of glasses at once.

We are also the Dickamore's number one fans. If only we reaped the benefits of being their groupies.

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, I'm glad Jeff and Aurora got married so that we could be friends with Kasi. Because already this friendship has allowed me to become familiar with the Mandarin (delicious)...

...and it also let us bask in the beauty that is Matt in Confederate costume. And believe me when I say that nobody looks better than Matt in that ol' gray coat...and those pants.


Last week my dad and bro Donald were in town for a short stint, and in true Ford fashion, we celebrated togetherness by eating. My nephew C was especially entertaining to me, as he had just woken up from a nap and kept making the most precious little faces. That kid has some good genes. BAM.

Monday, July 4, 2011

I love AmERica

Today I woke up and experienced the 4th of July for the first time ever in Provo, UT. As I saw the anticipation for the parade begin to build yesterday, I started to question my lack of knowledge of such an event. I was utterly confused. Since when do so many people start camping out the day before the parade? Why don't I remember it being so crazy? Where did these people even come from?! It was then I realized that I've never spent a 4th here. And that boggled my mind.

Parades are ok. What I found to be more entertaining than the parade was the people watching the night before. EVERYONE found a place on the side of the road. We observed the beginnings of a fist fight, only to be broken up soon after it started, by one police officer. And somehow every other police officer found out and they congregated. I tried asking one of them how I could get a ride in the back of a cop car and he replied, "get arrested". I told him that wouldn't be a problem.

Another funny interaction shared between the highway patrol officer and a young boy (prob about 5 years old):

BOY: Hey, I like your boots

COP: (actually wearing some pretty pimp boots that I noticed myself) Thank you.

BOY: Are you the sheriff?

COP: No, I'm better than the sheriff. I'm highway patrol.

BOY: Oh...I'd steal those boots if I'd have to!

I also noticed a women sharing the American spirit by shooting people with a bubble gun. Legit.

Anyways, I spent the rest of the day celebrating America in true form:

-watching the parade

-eating Mexican food

-being a good consumer and buying stuff I don't need. Or do need. Either or.

-watching Saving Private Ryan

-eating ice cream

-BBQ'ing with Koreans

-watching Gone in 60 Seconds


There are many reasons I love America.

1. I could do all of the above today because I didn't have to work. But I still got paid! AMERICA

2. Diversity (Mexicans. Asians. Europeans?) AMERICA

3. Lots of food. AMERICA

4. When NKOTBSB performed at their show in L.A. this past weekend, the world was once again aligned because KEVIN RICHARDSON joined the boys on stage. You have no idea how much I would've loved every second of that. I dream of it.

BSB bros!

5. BSB in general. AMERICA.

6. Hollywood and the movies/shows it produces. And the joy it brings to my life. AMERICA.

7. Political disputes, no matter how ridiculous they are. AMERICA.

8. It's just so pretty. Seriously. Beautiful. AMERICA.

9. Fireworks that explode so loud you think you've gone deaf. AMERICA.

10. Mark Zuckerberg. AMERICA.

These are just a few reasons, but I think you catch my drift. It all comes down to freedom. Freedom to quit a boy band but randomly surprise the world with an appearance. The freedom to love. The freedom to live.

Thanks America. You're pretty great.