Here is my brother in law in an ad for Whitefish Mountain Resort. It's running in the October issues of Skiing and Powder. Pretty cool.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Skiing Pictures continued . . .
Here is my brother in law in an ad for Whitefish Mountain Resort. It's running in the October issues of Skiing and Powder. Pretty cool.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Wednesday Night
I should be doing homework, but instead, I will share with you how I've been procrastinating for an hour. After checking my 5 email addresses (I really have to work on some consolidation in this area) and then scouring Facebook for "new" friends, I have been perusing the most beautiful photos in the world. Here are some of my sister and brother in law from the same site, being models (i.e. getting free ski passes to mess around and get their pictures taken, not a bad gig):
http://www.glacierstock.com/lightbox/index.php?pageId=100&id=14070
http://www.glacierstock.com/lightbox/index.php?pageId=100&id=15486
http://www.glacierstock.com/lightbox/index.php?pageId=100&id=15479
http://www.glacierstock.com/lightbox/index.php?pageId=100&id=14070
http://www.glacierstock.com
http://www.glacierstock.com
http://www.glacierstock.com
http://www.glacierstock.com
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Um Ya Ya
So my little sister is a freshman in college. If that's not weird enough, her dorm room is next door to my freshman dorm room.
I couldn't find any pictures from the beginning of my freshman year, but here's a picture from the last night of freshman year, celebrating with some sparkling cider. I'm serious, it's cider. Ellie brought it.
I couldn't find any pictures from the beginning of my freshman year, but here's a picture from the last night of freshman year, celebrating with some sparkling cider. I'm serious, it's cider. Ellie brought it.
Rick Astley
This appeared yesterday in the Startribune:
Rick Rolling (www.yougotrickrolled.com)
Could '80s pop singer Rick Astley really be that popular? Video clips of his No.1 hit "Never Gonna Give You Up" have received nearly 4.5 million views on YouTube -- and nearly every one of them was the result of a prank called Rick Rolling. It originates in online forums where threads discuss, say, some hot video game, a buxom babe or a naughty website. "Anyone have a link?" someone invariably posts. "Here's one," a jokester replies. An unsuspecting click then leads to the video of Astley, he of the burly voice and the girly dance moves. A-ha, Rick Rolled again!
I think it's too funny. I used to love Rick Astley. I had one of his tapes and used to listen to it in my Walkman. I'm probably responsible for at least 20 hits of the millions they are talking about. At some point I discovered that You Tube has lots of "old" videos you can watch. If you don't know who Rick Astley is, you have to check out the link above. Here are of my other favorites:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHaI4uZ4oeghttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lht_tdJQFbs
Monday, September 10, 2007
Cautionary Tales
#1
So in an effort to help save the environment, I try to do little things, like buying biodegradable dog bags. I didn't think too much of it and didn't even consider the fact that they might be different from other dog bags until Jon and I were taking a walk with my family (some might think they live here, Becca :), since I talk about them being here all the time, but they don't they just visit a lot, love it) and I smelled poop. I asked Jon what smelled like poop and we both looked down to the dog bag he was holding, which had disintegrated, partly onto his shorts. I think that biodegradable dog bags should carry the following warning: WARNING: Bag may disintegrate before poop. Handle with care.
#2
This past Friday night Jon and I worked concessions at the Chaska/Eden Prairie football game. (Just a side note, I guess neither of us have much Chaska pride, we bet a Blizzard on how much Chaska would lose by. I guessed 10 points, Jon guessed 17. The real spread was somewhere in the 20s, so I owe Jon a Blizzard) We've worked concessions before, but I've never witnessed anything like what we saw this time. All of these parents drop their middle school children off at the game. They do not watch the game, instead they congregate by the far concession stand where we are working, with their $20 bills and buy Mountain Dew and Skittles, one at a time until their $20 is gone. We've worked at this particular concession stand before, but this time was pure insanity because they were playing EP. When we ran out of Mountain Dew, I was sort of scared for my life. They only thing between us and the hordes of middle schoolers was a flimsy card table. Other highlights from the night, include selling skittles to Fred Hoiberg and seeing the Mr. Sather fan club out in full force. All night, we heard choruses of middle school girls yelling, "Oh, my gosh, it's Mr. Sather" In case you don't know Sam, he's one of Jon's friends from high school, fellow lacrosse coach and, "like the cutest elementary music teacher EVER."
So in an effort to help save the environment, I try to do little things, like buying biodegradable dog bags. I didn't think too much of it and didn't even consider the fact that they might be different from other dog bags until Jon and I were taking a walk with my family (some might think they live here, Becca :), since I talk about them being here all the time, but they don't they just visit a lot, love it) and I smelled poop. I asked Jon what smelled like poop and we both looked down to the dog bag he was holding, which had disintegrated, partly onto his shorts. I think that biodegradable dog bags should carry the following warning: WARNING: Bag may disintegrate before poop. Handle with care.
#2
This past Friday night Jon and I worked concessions at the Chaska/Eden Prairie football game. (Just a side note, I guess neither of us have much Chaska pride, we bet a Blizzard on how much Chaska would lose by. I guessed 10 points, Jon guessed 17. The real spread was somewhere in the 20s, so I owe Jon a Blizzard) We've worked concessions before, but I've never witnessed anything like what we saw this time. All of these parents drop their middle school children off at the game. They do not watch the game, instead they congregate by the far concession stand where we are working, with their $20 bills and buy Mountain Dew and Skittles, one at a time until their $20 is gone. We've worked at this particular concession stand before, but this time was pure insanity because they were playing EP. When we ran out of Mountain Dew, I was sort of scared for my life. They only thing between us and the hordes of middle schoolers was a flimsy card table. Other highlights from the night, include selling skittles to Fred Hoiberg and seeing the Mr. Sather fan club out in full force. All night, we heard choruses of middle school girls yelling, "Oh, my gosh, it's Mr. Sather" In case you don't know Sam, he's one of Jon's friends from high school, fellow lacrosse coach and, "like the cutest elementary music teacher EVER."
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