Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Too much?

I love Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson as much as the next girl (or maybe more) but this might be over my comfort level of muscles:

Photo: AM cardio - Walkin' lunges on the farm. 

Also knows as, "These mother*ckers burn" 

#PushThePace

I mean, yeah I'd still work with it but I also have a little bit of a gag reflex with this.

But I am still just so excited for the new Fast movie.  They are really and truly gifts from above.

(Another random note: I like the Olympics.  I do.  But knowing I could be there at an event this weekend had I stayed in England makes me a little bit bitter.  I don't regret my decision, I just think I'm an idiot.)

(Also, Ryan Lochte might be better looking than I am, but I feel like I can pull off the grill just a little bit mo' betta (on a related note, I would probably do something equally ridiculous if I were good enough for the Olympics))




OK one last thing: 

Snoop Dogg is now Snoop Lion.  

I watched the preview of the documentary (I'm sorry-'dogg'umentary) of his transformation and even though there was a lot of weed being smoked, I believe in his animal transformation.  I've always thought "Be who the Rastafarian priest tells you to be".  And truth be told, I'm a little excited for his next reggae-inspired album.  I just hope he comes up with a clever way to remember how to spell Lion.  With only one 'n'.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Biopics

I love a good biopic.  

Michael Jackson?  Check.

Justin Bieber?  Check

Katy Perry?  Check.  

I've been trying to get someone to go see the Katy Perry movie with me for weeks now, and for some reason nobody wants to go.  I don't understand why.  

So then yesterday I went to see it by myself.  And when I say by myself, it ended up being completely by myself.  


I felt a little bit creepster status doing that, but the movie was too good to leave.  



I got the biggest kick out of Katy Perry's parents (mostly her dad).



Did we know he looked like this?



So legit.  

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Library

You guys.

I'm hanging out at a library again.  The public library.  I like the description my friend used. "It's like going to Walmart at midnight". I thought once before that I was never going to have to spend hours in the library again.  Because, as much as I really do love the library, right now it only means one thing.


Dissertation.


I've been trying really hard to dedicate myself to this assignment, as it is pretty important.  I mean, my entire last year and thousands of dollars rest on the outcome of this paper.


One thing some of my professors have told me about my writing is that it 'does not sound academic.  I think sometimes I just fade into my normal writing voice when I'm writing my dissertation, and it is really hard not to.  And I'm just a little amazed because hello!  Wouldn't it be nice for academic writing to be more accessible?  Why use a four syllable word nobody knows when a two syllable word that everybody knows works just as well, only it might not sound as 'smart'?


So that's one of my biggest issues.  Sounding smart.  Who would've thought?

But don't worry.  That is only one of my problems.  There are plenty more where that came from.

And now I leave to you one of my personal mottos:


(thanks Blake)




Monday, July 16, 2012

Bastille Day

Every year millions of Americans forget to celebrate an important holiday.

The French do not forget.

I have been making crepes on Bastille Day for the last several years. I love it.

This year I made the least amount of crepes ever. Usually I am slaving away in the kitchen but this time I only made one batch! But they were probably also the best ones I've made. Great new recipe, guys. Be excited for next year. You're all invited over.

I made my family down and celebrate with me. They didn't mind because hello! Crepes! And nutella!

I asked my family to say one French thing they were grateful for. Dad started by saying, "French kissing".

Game over.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Mr. Wilson

Brian Wilson last year:


Brian Wilson this year:

Brian Wilson

He really knows how to be my dream man.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Olympic Torch



Before I left the great city of York, I had the chance to go watch the Olympic Torch run through the city.

Everyone was super excited about it and downtown was a little bit crazy.  But it was worth it.  We even saw a fight go down, which resulted in an old lady chewing us out for watching the fight and laughing about it.  She was disappointed. 

I was more disappointed in her.  For thinking she was better than us.  But I digress.

The torch was fun to see and I am a little bit bummed I'm not there for the Olympics.  But I'm not sad about missing those crowds.  Good luck, London!

Flying into Glass

When I came home for a visit earlier this year, I was sitting in the dining room, much like I am at this exact moment, when I heard something banging.

It quickly became quiet yet again, so I didn't think much of it, and continued on in my own little world.

And then I heard the banging again.

Another few minutes and the banging continued.

I was so confused as to where this noise was coming from that I got up and started looking around.  

Then I looked up (which inspires most things, right?) and I saw that there was a bird that was flying directly into our highest window.


The tree beside our house, where the bird was perched, was not sufficient enough, and so the bird got up to fly.


But it would just fly into our window, a mere five feet away, over and over and over again.

I sat there watching this for a long time.  The bird would wait a few minutes in between attempts, but it kept flying into our window.  It didn't change its direction.  It didn't learn.  It just kept trying.

After talking to my parents, I learned that this bird would do it at the nearly the exact same time every morning and every evening.  It would keep on for about half an hour, and then it would stop.  Only to repeat the activity in a mere 12 hours.

I thought this was very strange.  


But then I started thinking about how many times I have been perched on my tree, comfortable yet wanting more. And then I get up to fly...straight into a window.  And I do it over and over again.


I don't change my direction. I know that I want to fly, and I do, but sometimes I think I fly into a window.

So right now my challenge is to simply change my course to a different destination.  Where I can actually fly for more than five feet, and hopefully not into a window.

And I mean, flying is still flying, even if its into a window.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Stockholm

Oh so pretty.










I could probably live there.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Candy is Important

There are lots of candy bars in the world.  


There are, in my opinion, an enormous amount of candy bars in the UK.  So many to choose from!  So many options!  How is one to really decide what is the best?


Well, the Ford's took this challenge under their belt (ha!) and decided to figure out what candy bar is the best candy bar.  And believe me when I say the Ford's know their candy bars.

One night, after going to Planet Hollywood for dinner (my first time ever eating there!  i was mostly impressed with their table settings as their paper place mat had celebrity high school photos and dwaye 'the rock' johnson made an appearance.  so it was almost like i was eating dinner with him).  It was also, however, the first time I've ever sent food back at a restaurant.  The chicken in my burrito was uncuttable.  I tried to cut it, over and over and over again, and I'm pretty sure it was made out of steel.  

Anyways, point is, next door to Planet Hollywood was a little convenience store and we bought like 30 candy bars.


I do not exaggerate when I say 30 candy bars.  There were so many! (ok i exaggerate. i just counted and there are only 20)

We made an official score board and cut each candy bar into equal divisions.  And then we partook.  And then we scored each candy.  And then we all got diabetes.  




We take candy very seriously.

And the winner is...Peanut Butter Kit Kat!  Just in case you were wondering.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

On Home

I've been back in the USA USA USA for a few days now, and these are my thoughts on home.

It's pretty nice.  It's hot, but it's also not raining every day of my life.  And I can respect that.  I don't respect all the fire, though.  Just to be clear.


I still need to finish writing my dissertation, so I'm trying to go to the local library as much as possible.  It's easier to focus there and I actually like going, so its a win-win situation.  I needed to get a replacement library card because its been a few years since I'd gone, and the whole time I was there this was running through my head: 



Such a classic childhood/adolescent memory.  That show not only taught me to love the library, but it also taught me how to spell AARDVARK and that it was cool to celebrate half birthdays with half of a cake.

The librarian also asked me if I was over 18.  BOOYAH.  I am a child.

Since I've been home I've also had to remind myself constantly to stay on the right side of the road when I'm driving and that it's ok, and even encouraged, to say hello to strangers when I walk past them on the sidewalk.  Weird.

I also have the FB to remind me what I really need to focus on: single boys/dads who wear uniforms and play bubble safari.


Yeah.  Its good being home.