tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42920676112256267852024-03-14T00:39:47.678-06:00Barbaloot SuitBarbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.comBlogger238125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-5861273453714577282012-12-13T15:16:00.000-07:002012-12-13T15:16:29.244-07:00That Time I Stuck My Foot In My Mouth. At WorkOkay fine--- I've stuck my foot in my mouth at work lots of times. But this one just barely happened. <br />
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Also, can we pause for just a second and acknowledge how weird that saying is? In reality, my lack of flexibility would never allow my foot to reach my mouth. And if I say something stupid does that mean I <i>already</i> put my foot in my mouth, or that I <i>need</i> to do that?<br />
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Back to my story. My boss came into work today all pleased about these new shoes he bought and asked my opinion. It was obvious he wanted validation and I'm usually pretty good and giving that. But for some reason I was struck mute. And then I kind of let out a prolonged "um?" that was an octave above my normal voice. What is wrong with me? <br />
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But I didn't stop there. I told him they kind of reminded me of polio shoes and I was half expecting to see a brace extending out the heel and up his leg. Seriously?! Who says stuff like that? <br />
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Me apparently. That's not only offensive to him, but quite possibly to the entire polio community. I'm sorry. <br />
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He told me to stop talking after that. Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-8488679994649475022012-11-21T11:08:00.001-07:002012-11-21T11:08:34.245-07:00I'm Thankful FiveI'm so excited for Thanksgiving!! I thought it would be a good idea to run a 4 mile race in the morning which will probably be lame, but after that it's gonna be a great day. <br />
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I've actually already put up a few (very few) Christmas decorations and I may or may not be listening to Michael Buble's Christmas album right now...but I'm still excited for Thanksgiving!! Swear. The only reason I decorated early was cuz I got in major cleaning mode at my house and decided to get everything organized and set up at once. And I was in major cleaning mode cuz I got new furniture for my room and had to get that all put together. My room actually looks like a grown-up room now---not your average college dorm. Not that there's anything wrong with college dorms. But I have an actual bed now, with a matching dresser and even a night stand. Like I might actually be in my house semi-permanently or something. Weird. <br />
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You know what else is weird? This picture from our ward Thanksgiving party. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqELgIMdOKW3hv20LVAbcQEpZuSIzYgZ2Q38YOdDERAH01lH1haLUu43OT7I9EpT0jKtWoNBJYUDTunn7BHa70qhA6l6n6P3njUQo4_gS1yAcCs_nTMKh4Frd0RZNZMYIAUy104sScp5k/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqELgIMdOKW3hv20LVAbcQEpZuSIzYgZ2Q38YOdDERAH01lH1haLUu43OT7I9EpT0jKtWoNBJYUDTunn7BHa70qhA6l6n6P3njUQo4_gS1yAcCs_nTMKh4Frd0RZNZMYIAUy104sScp5k/s200/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" /></a></div>There are two boys that were cut out because the person taking the picture didn't realize they were leaning in and posing? At least, he looks like he was leaning... <br />
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Happy Thanksgiving!!<br />
What are you Thankful Five?Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-38436662548940917352012-11-15T14:14:00.000-07:002012-11-15T14:14:10.088-07:00So, this one time...My cousin Becky thinks I need to blog again. I think she's crazy. Anyway. I was gonna tell you about all the awesome things for which I'm thankful---tis the season and all---but then I decided to tell you a story instead.
I went to a gas station. To get gas. And the first pump I went to had a screen that didn't work. So after trying for a few minutes to figure out what to do, I gave up and pulled up to the next pump. Only I didn't pull up far enough. And after putting in my card and entering my zip code, I realized that the hose couldn't reach my car. Awesome. So I had to put the hose back in the pump, turn my car back on, pull forward, turn my car back off, get the hose back out...but then the pump started being temperamental and wouldn't work and I needed gas!! But also I was really embarrassed. So I drove away to another gas station. And this station wouldn't authorize my card till I went inside. So that's what I did. And I finally got gas. But it was a nightmare.
The end. Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-59361761205417807282012-07-11T10:41:00.000-06:002012-07-11T10:41:39.539-06:00I Feel Like Everyone Needs To See This<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B0Rau01wbeo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
On a different note---when did blogger become super different? I almost created a new blog without realizing it when all I wanted to do was write a new post.Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-83938455365649634612012-05-29T08:41:00.001-06:002012-05-29T08:41:09.858-06:00Memorial Day FunDuring Memorial Weekend we always visit the East Lawn Cemetery where my grandparents are buried. He served as a Colonel in the Air Force and she was the most patriotic women I ever knew. It's a beautiful cemetery and I love seeing the flags they put up on that weekend.
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It was a wonderful, relaxing, not-do-anything-important weekend. I loved it! Little kids played outside, we had a birthday celebration, and enjoyed shish-ka-bobs. I wish there could be a weekend like this every month!
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It was a little too cold to swim, but the boys loved it anyway
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Also, please bless that the Utah boy gets different hair. What is that?Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-38696181932376050072012-03-24T19:58:00.002-06:002012-03-26T13:10:30.110-06:00Cell Phone SaturdayBecause I'm nothing I'd not a follower. Hunger Games with two of my favorite people. It's a crummy picture, but we were late cuz we got lost. And walked into the wrong theater. Without going to the ticket counter first. Cuz that's how we roll.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_cEf43V6cgYNSp3eY1DqfKOY2w6uzhkLTdTCsSHgIvub9dpVLasoZmy0fgo9ZqMcZA9FSUvuMwhb_g7PLK0wsfk1-SOlXGHVnpoffuTbkQ00g-4P34LLhPc7-3OrMm-h0Fe59EG5NfM/s1600/blogger-image-864205133.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm_cEf43V6cgYNSp3eY1DqfKOY2w6uzhkLTdTCsSHgIvub9dpVLasoZmy0fgo9ZqMcZA9FSUvuMwhb_g7PLK0wsfk1-SOlXGHVnpoffuTbkQ00g-4P34LLhPc7-3OrMm-h0Fe59EG5NfM/s320/blogger-image-864205133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724285154109736786" /></a>Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-9312696712245681942012-03-14T10:23:00.002-06:002012-03-14T10:44:04.009-06:00What Would YOU Do?So, if you hate your current phone with a fiery passion and are having issues with your current carrier, would you take the plunge and get an iphone? Even though it's gonna be about $20/month more? And even though your current contract isn't up yet? <br /><br />If you hadn't seen or heard from a good friend in over a week, would you make 'missing person' posters to put on his car and door? And then, when he didn't think it was funny would you punch him in the teeth? Cuz seriously, it was really funny.<br /><br />If you were going on a trip to the LA area, would you take the time to go to <span style="font-style:italic;">actual</span> LA where they have the stars on the sidewalk and such?<br /><br />Brown Toms or Red Toms? (Say red, cuz I actually already bought them)Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-52716834379426207202012-02-27T08:36:00.000-07:002012-02-27T08:36:42.439-07:00I Got TaggedBy Shanna over at <a href="/2012/02/i-get-by-with-little-help-from-my.html">Just So</a>. So now you guys get to find out even more random stuff about me. I know---you're super excited. <br /><br />But first, my late roommate, <a href="http://thekrossroads.blogspot.com/">Emily</a>, pretty much told me she doesn't like my blog anymore cuz there are no pictures of me. So here's one of me. Or maybe the side of my head while I shake Mitt Romney's hand! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietReUBRynhE9XlDlp379erk7Fq786px9HK0cULjVWAldD1tAjfaLwkaFwCLsHFx1uuBGalvHOh84SnjUsWBBGqVWm5vlRPzNWxWmCvQpmOCtLXjEmBTx-Km5MeSQMz87b_71hF0qNFbI/s1600/Blog10.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietReUBRynhE9XlDlp379erk7Fq786px9HK0cULjVWAldD1tAjfaLwkaFwCLsHFx1uuBGalvHOh84SnjUsWBBGqVWm5vlRPzNWxWmCvQpmOCtLXjEmBTx-Km5MeSQMz87b_71hF0qNFbI/s320/Blog10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713838925282108098" /></a><br />And this is not an invitation for a political discussion. You have your candidate, I have mine and I don't want to argue about/discuss it on my blog. K thanks.<br /><br />And fine, here's a picture with my face(and my mom's, my aunt's and my cousins') when we got to see the Stars on Ice 10 Year SLC Olympic Anniversary Performance.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiignh6TaJKL_eMjFwr9pwb4cZVZZdoMZSuZVfKPQpTon9Qy1-bTP_lMVBHoCz3JDpJY7gRphS8wTP1GP5haGwJPFOlzY5G4b_ovH3hp8F137IQDQcqOhfleBNk7w8wkQvGw8KQDBcAeb0/s1600/Blog11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiignh6TaJKL_eMjFwr9pwb4cZVZZdoMZSuZVfKPQpTon9Qy1-bTP_lMVBHoCz3JDpJY7gRphS8wTP1GP5haGwJPFOlzY5G4b_ovH3hp8F137IQDQcqOhfleBNk7w8wkQvGw8KQDBcAeb0/s320/Blog11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713838927697538754" /></a> <br /><br />Anyway.<br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">Soda or Pop?</span> Um, well I call it pop. Cuz that's what it is. But I don't drink either. I don't like the burny feeling in my throat.<br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">What would you consider your best trait?</span> Definitely my humility. Okay, maybe not. Um, I really love my family. Maybe that doesn't seem like a trait...but I like that part of myself.<br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">What advice would you give to yourself at 13?</span> To relax. And to be nice to everyone. The people that you say mean or snotty things to will always appear again in your life. You don't wanna be embarrassed about your earlier actions. <br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">Romance, Action or Mystery/Thriller?</span> Yes please. Except for take the thriller out of the mystery. Romance combined with action combined with mystery. That's good stuff.<br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">Would you rather vacation on the West coast or the East?</span> Well, I'd rather <span style="font-style:italic;">travel</span> and sight see around the east coast, but I'd rather <span style="font-style:italic;">vacation</span> in the west. Vacation means family and rest. Travel means seeing and learning. <br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">Who is your favorite literary character?</span> Can I say Ammon, from the <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm?lang=eng">Book of Mormon</a>? cuz him. And for sure Atticus from "To Kill A Mockingbird." Ooh, or Haymitch. Love him. <br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">What makes you laugh?</span> This video: <br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fms0Mk3ZFU8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">What would you buy if someone handed you $100 and told you to go and spend it on yourself?</span> I'd do something really exciting and pay bills with it. I know. I'm awesome. <br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">What song speaks to you most at this moment?</span> Well, I wouldn't say it exactly speaks to me...but I listen to it a lot cuz I'm trying to learn it and banjo is hard!<br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kkRkGCm4atE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">Do you have a favorite poem or quote?</span> If life hands you lemons, give them back and ask for chocolate. Not just cuz it's kinda sassy, but also cuz it really is a good point. If you don't like what you're given, work for something better. <br />-<span style="font-weight:bold;">When was the last time you cried?</span> Oh gosh-last night reading a really cheesey book. Like I said before, I'm awesome. <br /><br />Now, I get to tag 11 other lucky people! <br />Becky at <a href="http://rebeccadayton.blogspot.com/">A Little Peek Inside</a><br />Cherie at <a href="http://bakowbabble.blogspot.com/">Bakow Babble</a><br />Sara at <a href="http://tramm-isms.blogspot.com/">Domestically Challenged</a><br />Wendy at <a href="http://wendy-ericgunderson.blogspot.com/">No Botox Allo</a>wed<br />Sara at <a href="http://chrisandsarawaldron.blogspot.com/">Waldron Family</a><br />Rachel Sue at <a href="http://screamandhug.blogspot.com/">Trapped Between a Scream and a Hug</a><br />Lisa at <a href="http://lawayfromitall.blogspot.com/">Away From It All</a><br />Emily at <a href="http://jepsenfamily.blogspot.com/">Jepsen Family</a><br />Boy Mom at <a href="http://smithboysrus.blogspot.com/">Boys R US</a><br />Cynthia at <a href="http://www.creativechaosblog.com/">Creative Chaos</a><br />Shelle at <a href="http://blokthoughtsnmore.blogspot.com/">Blok Thoughts</a>...too see if I can get her to blog again.<br /><br />If you are tagged and don't want to do it, I won't be offended. But if you choose to participate, here are your awesome questions to answer.<br />1. Where is your dream vacation?<br />2. What is your favorite movie that has Hugh Jackman in it?<br />3. What book could you read over and over and never be sick of it?<br />4. What's the last movie you saw in the theater?<br />5. Why did you start blogging?<br />6. What store would be your favorite for a shopping spree?<br />7. If you were 'Queen for a Day' what rules would you impose?<br />8. Heels or flats?<br />9. Do you have a traditional Sunday dinner?<br />10. What's your favorite song right now?<br />11. What's your dream job?Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-51118601130232324302012-02-16T10:48:00.000-07:002012-02-16T10:48:31.959-07:00Things I Think-I don't like when shows have a "Coming Up" right before commercial break. I feel like it spoils things. I understand doing a "Next Week On" type thing, but if the show is just breaking for 3 minutes, you can relax. I'll see what's coming up then.<br /><br />-I love Marisa Tomei. She's so cute. I just watched her episode of 'Who Do You Think You Are' (great show) and she speaks Italian! How awesome is that? <br /><br />-Almost as awesome as Steve Martin playing banjo. Yep-he <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jn3KCZEqxc">plays banjo</a>. And he's good!<br /><br />-The phrase, "heart of hearts." What does that even mean? I get irrationally irritated when people say it.<br /><br />-My Fair Lady has an awful ending. Why doesn't she marry Freddy? <br /><br />-Even though the world is <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/health-abortion-issues-split-obama-administration-catholic-groups/2011/10/27/gIQAXV5xZM_story.html">sometimes</a> <a href="http://www.fox13now.com/news/kstu-investigation-continues-into-josh-powell-murdersuicide-20120207,0,7043182.story">kinda</a> <a href="http://www.businessinsider.com/20-reasons-why-the-us-economy-is-dying-and-is-simply-not-going-to-recover-2010-2">scary</a>, (which freaks me out) there are still lots of good people in it (which gives me hope)! My dad and I went to Costco the other day to purchase some very large, very heavy items. Loading them into the cart, pushing them around and getting them into the car would not have been possible were it not for the many very nice, very much complete strangers that offered to help. Seriously, I was amazed at how many people we willing to stop what they were doing to help us. I wanna be that type of person. <br /><br />-Finally, I'm addicted to Kraft instant mac&cheese. That's healthy, right?Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-57441772638017558672012-02-08T09:12:00.000-07:002012-02-08T09:12:26.738-07:00I'm Gonna Catch Scoliosis from my HouseYou guys, my house is crooked. No joke. I was in my basement the other night having a reasonably serious conversation with a friend when I stopped in the middle and said, "I think my window is crooked." We measured. Turns out it is. Awesome. There also may be an issue with my front door. Should I be worried about this? I mean, I kind of am cuz oh, IT'S MY HOUSE!!! I tried to take a picture to illustrate said crookedness, but the picture looks fine so now I kind of feel like I'm insane.<br /><br />Speaking of which (the house, not the insanity), I'm trying to do a little bit of decorating (including curtains...maybe). So I need your help/opinion. My basement is just a TV room---nothing else. Right now all I have in it is my little red couch/hide-a-bed that I love. So, I'm gonna either get one giant love sac OR two less giant love pillows. What should I do? I keep changing my mind. <br /><br />I know. It's a hard decision, right? What would YOU do?Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-33528856786295988012012-02-02T11:12:00.003-07:002012-02-02T11:22:50.394-07:00Best Thing Ever?I think so.<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R2sqIw6CHWk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Equally awesome is that "Let's Go to the Mall" by Robin Sparkles is on Just Dance 3. <br /><br />Not awesome? Curtains. I hate them. Well, that is, I hate trying to figure them out and put them in my house. Who wants to help me with curtains? I don't know what color or what style and I'm lost. I'll pay you. In yummy cookies. And maybe a gift card.Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-14704374516782439692012-01-24T11:04:00.003-07:002012-01-24T14:18:24.949-07:00It's National Peanut Butter Day!!I'm trying to figure out how to celebrate. Reese's peanut butter cups, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, peanut butter and celery? Probly just a straight spoonful of peanut butter from the jar. Crunchy, of course.<br /><br />Also, I've been thinking lately that it might be really boring to be a baby. I mean, they can't do anything but lie down. Maybe sit up if someone is willing to hold them that way. What if they're thinking, "Man, if I could just lift my head up things would be SO much better!!" Or, "I want to stretch my legs, but they just keep going back into the frog leg position." <br /><br />Or maybe they don't care.<br /><br />And another thing. Captain Crunch cereal tastes really good if you just eat it dry. But it's not so good with milk. Why is that? It rips your mouth to shreds either way you eat it, though.Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-45591703911565626302012-01-13T10:17:00.003-07:002012-01-13T10:25:42.582-07:00Too Many ThingsI've found I can't just concentrate and do one thing at a time anymore. If I'm watching TV, I have to have my banjo or guitar out and try to figure out songs. Cuz that makes for some great practicing... If I'm reading a book, I also have music in the background and I'm probly making a CD. Even right now, I'm in the middle of writing a document for work, listening to music, doing bank statement things and a blog post. Why can't I just do one thing? What did I do to shrink my attention span and how can I get it back? I can't even just sit down and read a book anymore. I have to have things going on in my head, in the background and I'll stop every few chapters just to find something new to do for a minute. I need to slow my brain down. <br />How?<br />Does anyone else have this problem?<br />I blame technology. I'm so used to getting things so quickly, that now I can't just slow down and wait. <br /><br />Also, I keep having dreams about TV shows I've never watched. It's weird. I don't know anything about the show, so how can I dream about it? And why am I dreaming about TV shows anyway?Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-51745476239310716302012-01-05T08:35:00.003-07:002012-01-05T15:22:15.799-07:00Apparently it's 2012I guess no one in my neighborhood made resolutions to exercise more. Or if they did, their schedules are different than mine cuz I haven't had to fight anyone for the treadmill at the clubhouse. Cheers to that.<br /><br />****<br /><br />I have a new niece. Her name is Macie and so far she really likes me. <br /><br />****<br /><br />I heard Taylor Swift is going to play Eponine in the new Les Mis? It's nice that Hollywood listened to me on the Hugh Jackman thing and all, but I guess they didn't hear me say Lea Michelle would do a better job than Taylor. I think Taylor's great, but she's not Eponine. <br /><br />****<br /><br />I'm liking the "warm" weather we're having, but I severely distrust it. It just means it'll probly be snowy and cold all the way into April.<br /><br />****<br /><br />Happy New Year! My word for this year, I just decided, is EXCELLENT. We should all be EXCELLENT to each other.Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-32590036397210105082011-12-20T16:54:00.001-07:002011-12-20T18:03:04.946-07:00Just Some Stuff From This WeekendEveryone should get Christmas vacations as awesome as our family's.<br />-With matching jammies (that we wear for 48 hours straight).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1JHhZH8mj_vOf3zkdB8WtHlTyWpH0HVIN78JgFSuX7Vj6aB_qNRn1XHphDOKmupNmvuSjddRRyRudeTotJ475nmMaB4P07DIObERWtWYW9jYGD2rq7FkRGHz3Kpkwe7f50YAdOqpm8JY/s1600/Jammies2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1JHhZH8mj_vOf3zkdB8WtHlTyWpH0HVIN78JgFSuX7Vj6aB_qNRn1XHphDOKmupNmvuSjddRRyRudeTotJ475nmMaB4P07DIObERWtWYW9jYGD2rq7FkRGHz3Kpkwe7f50YAdOqpm8JY/s320/Jammies2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688362253255004338" /></a><br />-And me fitting into a seven-year old's boots and looking super glamorous. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQIJ8sK9IgmQc2y_zi9oJ9kU4klX10KpdJIS6FMJgzCNHWCmvhyphenhyphenl-4-C8F9zCwzrZps7RzbcYNM2H_sMTT5bae4_aDysT7OOqwTpIymFRpKrwU5M5SkWiYKE4E3XcSs1tWjlO3iYJSngQ/s1600/Boots.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQIJ8sK9IgmQc2y_zi9oJ9kU4klX10KpdJIS6FMJgzCNHWCmvhyphenhyphenl-4-C8F9zCwzrZps7RzbcYNM2H_sMTT5bae4_aDysT7OOqwTpIymFRpKrwU5M5SkWiYKE4E3XcSs1tWjlO3iYJSngQ/s320/Boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688361593702691826" /></a><br />-And a counter full of junk food.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwr9XMM7NbLfPBy4HE-9jo8a_Wd4l_V8TDm-X5fqqUbBlLO1EwrCN3DWM_F1xecUCmlMZK6Y6RLOPEnh4_1HVmAIDmDsRiqRLEtwS3-FMwrN9qYFGYUKuAbcG51J8qNEFseGb144Cck38/s1600/Deathfood.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwr9XMM7NbLfPBy4HE-9jo8a_Wd4l_V8TDm-X5fqqUbBlLO1EwrCN3DWM_F1xecUCmlMZK6Y6RLOPEnh4_1HVmAIDmDsRiqRLEtwS3-FMwrN9qYFGYUKuAbcG51J8qNEFseGb144Cck38/s320/Deathfood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688361614108662466" /></a><br />-And 3 really cute nephews.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2PGecjcBVsDeZ7q5MW_rPz81UebT98bOpqC-mep5Z0F-n-RWthjkszZaJsci0d_V6Q4-Cdww0ue2WqDmIMv6_3729FQgK4ymISUjkCu477YfTJHRJGz83qkXj6a4P0hPa1az8SABahk/s1600/Boys.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2PGecjcBVsDeZ7q5MW_rPz81UebT98bOpqC-mep5Z0F-n-RWthjkszZaJsci0d_V6Q4-Cdww0ue2WqDmIMv6_3729FQgK4ymISUjkCu477YfTJHRJGz83qkXj6a4P0hPa1az8SABahk/s320/Boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688361600820747218" /></a><br />-Card games. (That I always win.) (Don't be mad.)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTweMecgAqt8vGw8EhjQWKdUr0wrmPh9Ms7NQj7geP_UaUtZxFJ6cuS9_BdYXzBLXgF8oY10YpKcrQHuZuyd9PUTgpJBsDMxfALbdee0K1dKdsEUKuFJCkuuXrV6io8zVAbRBAy30oXc4/s1600/Games.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTweMecgAqt8vGw8EhjQWKdUr0wrmPh9Ms7NQj7geP_UaUtZxFJ6cuS9_BdYXzBLXgF8oY10YpKcrQHuZuyd9PUTgpJBsDMxfALbdee0K1dKdsEUKuFJCkuuXrV6io8zVAbRBAy30oXc4/s320/Games.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688361625069522514" /></a><br />-And hot tubs in the freezing cold outdoors.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9LdG22agKL_3jiLEn0FDuwM8lm9K-wjhOE5A5iNsxIJ2xsCGTQj_QBCaeprm-Dy0aUVOBWjXWJleCYNBGgMoOyISOGcqjWMHPAxMUZohPzXtyFPM2emdj7PRH0wHvmYbp8sRjck5okM/s1600/HotTub2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9LdG22agKL_3jiLEn0FDuwM8lm9K-wjhOE5A5iNsxIJ2xsCGTQj_QBCaeprm-Dy0aUVOBWjXWJleCYNBGgMoOyISOGcqjWMHPAxMUZohPzXtyFPM2emdj7PRH0wHvmYbp8sRjck5okM/s320/HotTub2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688361628333045922" /></a><br /><br />Hope you're having a Merry Christmas!Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-82870947048556031232011-12-13T19:32:00.002-07:002011-12-13T19:36:38.484-07:00Christmas Song QuestionsHow exactly do Eskimos frolic and play?<br /><br />What is the Feast of Steven?<br /><br />Why are we telling scary ghost stories during Christmas?<br /><br />Why is Michael Buble singing Santa, Buddy?<br /><br />Does anyone else realize that Baby, It's Cold Outside is kind of a sketchy song?<br /><br />Who is Jeanette, Isabella?<br /><br />Did anyone else think it was "Troll the ancient yuletide carol," when they were little?Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-66656170265605209482011-12-01T14:33:00.003-07:002011-12-01T14:37:24.894-07:00SometimesSometimes I try to turn my car off before I put it in park.<br />Sometimes I buy an entire book of music in order to get one song.<br />Sometimes my mom finds my dad's old banjo and before she can sell it I decide I want to take banjo lessons.<br />Sometimes I use my GPS if I'm more than 20 miles from home. Okay-that's all the time.<br />Sometimes I wish it were appropriate to wear pajamas to work.<br />Sometimes I think I want to try bikram yoga even though I actually loathe and despise yoga.<br /><br />What do you do sometimes?<br /><br />Also, December is my favorite month. <br />MERRY CHRISTMAS!!Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-35854684261609282302011-11-15T20:28:00.003-07:002011-11-15T20:36:01.712-07:00It's a Good Thing I Don't Stress OftenIn general, I'm a fairly relaxed person. I very rarely get overwhelmed or stressed. It's a good thing, too. Cuz when I do stress, I spend money. Like that one time I randomly went to China on vacation. Or when got on amazon and bought $200 worth of books. <br /><br />Or like today when I just barely bought <a href="http://oldnavy.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=73357&vid=1&pid=494294">this</a> dress. Click on the link. You have to see how cute it is. It's so cute, that I bought it in three different colors. <br /><br />What? You don't do that? If you find something that you really like, having it in multiple colors in just good sense. Besides, two of the colors are gonna look really cute with my new boots. And maybe I bought some cute clothes for my niece that will be born very soon.<br /><br />And now I need new hangers for my new clothes.<br /><br />Someone should probly take my credit card away.Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-49736493766894529312011-11-02T22:00:00.002-06:002011-11-02T22:06:20.501-06:00The Awkwardness That Is My LifeI get called the wrong name a lot. Not sure why---maybe cuz people aren't used to someone my age being called Barbara? Whatever the reason it happens often enough that I usually just respond. I get Deborah and Brenda the most. Even Margaret. But I've also gotten Heather. How that one sounds like Barbara, I'll never know. <br /><br />The newest one is Laura. But this time, I tried to correct the person calling me that. Cuz we're going on a date. And I corrected him the first time he called me Laura. And the second time. Then I spelled my name out for him when he put my number in his phone. Afterwhich he said, "Okay, I'll call you later, Laura." What? How does B-A-R-B-A-R-A = Laura? <br /><br />I don't know what to do. I'm pretty sure he's the one that should feel awkward for consistently getting my name wrong, but I'm pretty sure I'm the one that's totally uncomfortable about it.Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-30901954878718331762011-10-24T13:50:00.000-06:002011-10-24T13:50:01.021-06:00Don't Pretend You Haven't Been Dying to Know What I Did This Summer*Warning---there may or may not be lots of pictures in this post. But I may or may not have had an epic summer that I want recorded and shared.*<br /><br />I went to some great movies, concerts and plays.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdZQbiEYBthbV9vLuT-y0w_FsI2_azT7Dqhk7AeGdUiyL5TTPUf8svasSrf-MK4JBhK1hMkihaIpqmRUGCxhRMbtSC6lUww_zWotsm31H7BmQbONmAcbrZunuOuQ99QmZCb_0YEQzL88/s1600/Summer1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdZQbiEYBthbV9vLuT-y0w_FsI2_azT7Dqhk7AeGdUiyL5TTPUf8svasSrf-MK4JBhK1hMkihaIpqmRUGCxhRMbtSC6lUww_zWotsm31H7BmQbONmAcbrZunuOuQ99QmZCb_0YEQzL88/s320/Summer1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666029454633749506" /></a><br />Like Aida at the Scera<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4YkJ2ZNCieNU7R3Q_oEoaUC8sOB1oQq4Hceniu8JSIcnRmcC0ejWDRS4mH4rxxWLDQfvUi5TelLl2uJ2QuY2ssrwfslc3yQj4sjmiSLJk8sOjCPLS0uySPo7IOXwVBVxaN_9tuvMmSlY/s1600/Concert.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4YkJ2ZNCieNU7R3Q_oEoaUC8sOB1oQq4Hceniu8JSIcnRmcC0ejWDRS4mH4rxxWLDQfvUi5TelLl2uJ2QuY2ssrwfslc3yQj4sjmiSLJk8sOjCPLS0uySPo7IOXwVBVxaN_9tuvMmSlY/s320/Concert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666028220527473026" /></a><br />Benton Paul at Sammy's. Is it just me, or does my foot look creepily tiny in this picture?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRt8kYfMYNyw1uHtfE5zip19DDe2W4a6EGp-bSTVHAKYkJuRrBBHJQIP6POnXL0TBZZjVjP6ktjvDlj9fOMfCSobtCoZ0u_dhBwe8oXaH2t51PuRmZNCq2MWSz9JWt7njOVLTMwC2nY6E/s1600/Outdoor+Concert.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRt8kYfMYNyw1uHtfE5zip19DDe2W4a6EGp-bSTVHAKYkJuRrBBHJQIP6POnXL0TBZZjVjP6ktjvDlj9fOMfCSobtCoZ0u_dhBwe8oXaH2t51PuRmZNCq2MWSz9JWt7njOVLTMwC2nY6E/s320/Outdoor+Concert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666029434591052466" /></a><br />Outdoor concert featuring the entire Abbey Road playlist.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWGoEzThEPKlgoH1EPbvTA8W5NuEHVcuCyB7TCBcFKp8zcK98lfSg3hZThY3k5kl15xKaomSkgmDpB5GQYBnzTaETMkPiwNE60Yo5CHdr4CFLhXoB8d2DXhk0b-wVBSGFzNnufoyeOIk/s1600/MonteCarlo.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWGoEzThEPKlgoH1EPbvTA8W5NuEHVcuCyB7TCBcFKp8zcK98lfSg3hZThY3k5kl15xKaomSkgmDpB5GQYBnzTaETMkPiwNE60Yo5CHdr4CFLhXoB8d2DXhk0b-wVBSGFzNnufoyeOIk/s320/MonteCarlo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666028723568241618" /></a><br />Monte Carlo with cousins. (And no, there is no sarcasm involved when I say it's a great movie.) (Okay, maybe a little bit of sarcasm.)<br /><br />Played in the mud...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqAQq5jzFuTHYUq9QY9G1ZUNJo1jxipH027SLDPVKeH3dAM85cBg-wvBk7Gv-2U5Y5S8s7rKhHbPcVqr5PDuq_A3l0k6BngdfQS20nZkZ9kvqG9DbRgbUj9H9sKvnV4-wH2YRAHEiuy4/s1600/DirtyDash.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqAQq5jzFuTHYUq9QY9G1ZUNJo1jxipH027SLDPVKeH3dAM85cBg-wvBk7Gv-2U5Y5S8s7rKhHbPcVqr5PDuq_A3l0k6BngdfQS20nZkZ9kvqG9DbRgbUj9H9sKvnV4-wH2YRAHEiuy4/s320/DirtyDash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666028239041118210" /></a><br />...at the Dirty Dash<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMahgOoIj6YHQ0jZ_-RVglwvFx4a-Wtta9lysXilvgnu-wx0sd2ZXKyAKegi-a1LmsYealiaYlweGtzc8UuVj1aM9Dn-1Q4GYAOOby2QWqU8DpMRZJbfUe94yAxfsX9IJ8AaIjEb5MS3w/s1600/SlipSlide2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMahgOoIj6YHQ0jZ_-RVglwvFx4a-Wtta9lysXilvgnu-wx0sd2ZXKyAKegi-a1LmsYealiaYlweGtzc8UuVj1aM9Dn-1Q4GYAOOby2QWqU8DpMRZJbfUe94yAxfsX9IJ8AaIjEb5MS3w/s320/SlipSlide2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666029460560832994" /></a><br />...and on an epic slip and slide.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiju7b-WHbGQQ4YENiZE07bf6qaiY4si0cRyPOE8eixoFnvKkL1ZGJWA3pwS3EipR2J_ddQuRIl-lU9PaoZ4sCWK-K1JwMFRyhA7wxPQ_CDpO3l6SeEsWueXGhp7pr6Y_Yed4aswy590fs/s1600/SlipSlide4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiju7b-WHbGQQ4YENiZE07bf6qaiY4si0cRyPOE8eixoFnvKkL1ZGJWA3pwS3EipR2J_ddQuRIl-lU9PaoZ4sCWK-K1JwMFRyhA7wxPQ_CDpO3l6SeEsWueXGhp7pr6Y_Yed4aswy590fs/s320/SlipSlide4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666030498155270322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoV2qXcCgqp34RjZrJhCLmb6iEyC7X49Dzsn2cAQslFCMs47qiE9qSqilVleQQMcrM0ygTjiSmueWI45iUAH8LKUBTAipi77ihVHyB-zjX3YMJeFMfAIqUEU1cwa9DqfJEv2EsbB2vKEI/s1600/SlipSlide1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoV2qXcCgqp34RjZrJhCLmb6iEyC7X49Dzsn2cAQslFCMs47qiE9qSqilVleQQMcrM0ygTjiSmueWI45iUAH8LKUBTAipi77ihVHyB-zjX3YMJeFMfAIqUEU1cwa9DqfJEv2EsbB2vKEI/s320/SlipSlide1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666029452123918626" /></a><br /><br />I scootered.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZ-q_zL82pdC9MZ6wNw18_EM04J0NkSMXkkn0f1FzJj7GbGRhvEYkKIxbI7DXXVGR8bVG4jZNx76grRpHu1Za1mLAGm_1_ruVBnLc9RWGFzTwL3rlMY10kCWKYNkMXR7Uz352FuhbPr4/s1600/Scooter1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZ-q_zL82pdC9MZ6wNw18_EM04J0NkSMXkkn0f1FzJj7GbGRhvEYkKIxbI7DXXVGR8bVG4jZNx76grRpHu1Za1mLAGm_1_ruVBnLc9RWGFzTwL3rlMY10kCWKYNkMXR7Uz352FuhbPr4/s320/Scooter1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666029442173176354" /></a><br />And defended my Leg-wrestling Champion of the World title.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZWkxgAPJ2KciAkAQQr6pSuegPUIKZRGgFMf93Adse3MjcODhEsghmzFwDCSXxnlU-mh60m5lSWTTsJOG5N55xKSaKxpu2m-j81AOjGhymWKnfHxL_4DKRfpf9f6MlKAH9nB4eTce8paU/s1600/LegWrestling.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZWkxgAPJ2KciAkAQQr6pSuegPUIKZRGgFMf93Adse3MjcODhEsghmzFwDCSXxnlU-mh60m5lSWTTsJOG5N55xKSaKxpu2m-j81AOjGhymWKnfHxL_4DKRfpf9f6MlKAH9nB4eTce8paU/s320/LegWrestling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666028693717909986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoi9H2SY5XVFhnsae8O3Kmeu0-s5DymEHVjrTjnYharnoAWOXhczGgvRRiObEy2l7SkOsvhbWYeIgDgj0Eo3w9BZYIP5H-5KA3AaVsVnzG9pMVmdqR9add7jRkbBJPzK6C5wbqM9C4mpg/s1600/IMG_3234.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoi9H2SY5XVFhnsae8O3Kmeu0-s5DymEHVjrTjnYharnoAWOXhczGgvRRiObEy2l7SkOsvhbWYeIgDgj0Eo3w9BZYIP5H-5KA3AaVsVnzG9pMVmdqR9add7jRkbBJPzK6C5wbqM9C4mpg/s320/IMG_3234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666105721789606578" /></a><br />And reconnected with old friends. Not old in age---but old as in I've known them since I was seven. SEVEN! And the four of us haven't been together like that since high school. And we talked for three hours and still didn't talk about all we could have and I loved every second of it and I love that those three girls are such a huge part of my life!<br /><br />I went hang-gliding. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYKj7wjpZ1RROP6QuUpMaQt5pnJZFebtbEe62HVemy0Wo9BtTek4kT2KjbvgtxCXWSi-58JpwTpVYHnU8K_D1s3sodape2A481horj8Yhc6wtA6Ei_UHFnXPj_MRgRSoILY3eoYAIAdw/s1600/HG3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYKj7wjpZ1RROP6QuUpMaQt5pnJZFebtbEe62HVemy0Wo9BtTek4kT2KjbvgtxCXWSi-58JpwTpVYHnU8K_D1s3sodape2A481horj8Yhc6wtA6Ei_UHFnXPj_MRgRSoILY3eoYAIAdw/s320/HG3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666028687762527042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdRtXEE4612pRdGhlD7TOdm6xlvUHQlDkiLLX3g-wmhPq8lY4bqKNM-LMqZHpAX0vq0hemOjvQaMxMyBueEIx-VF2re4dxkB74x6DU5YX2z1timNFP_oEbyG9XnWWaMY_71H9OhAjFLI/s1600/HG2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdRtXEE4612pRdGhlD7TOdm6xlvUHQlDkiLLX3g-wmhPq8lY4bqKNM-LMqZHpAX0vq0hemOjvQaMxMyBueEIx-VF2re4dxkB74x6DU5YX2z1timNFP_oEbyG9XnWWaMY_71H9OhAjFLI/s320/HG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666028684807224706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVY8gLoV-nfU0VWBhG5_8X-srC-qhsALMhZpxbhRjVsvZyboBGxJ1xcJAWu1lXMfSlqqK3190Mdlx_ohGrYBsfNjcRXCJhV04Mg3kJtxcMN-XO8rGzc_H97lpRF1zP6ssA5y9tV-NIJM/s1600/HG1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVY8gLoV-nfU0VWBhG5_8X-srC-qhsALMhZpxbhRjVsvZyboBGxJ1xcJAWu1lXMfSlqqK3190Mdlx_ohGrYBsfNjcRXCJhV04Mg3kJtxcMN-XO8rGzc_H97lpRF1zP6ssA5y9tV-NIJM/s320/HG1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666028684599570626" /></a><br /><br />And remember how I told you about climbing that awful mountain? Here's the proof.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_E0Vzj-RcNkMZ9WSj-PXmZQHjqoSBqKoNAKDI9FlMmPwt11N2urcZD_Ni1mmOzhKFL1FocPGRPYhCrpDD2Dez3dNtMtjJOwoVfITphm2uZFI3UlhqbkZc2fJw9c7COUYm8dPmvRLekA/s1600/Mt.+Timp.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_E0Vzj-RcNkMZ9WSj-PXmZQHjqoSBqKoNAKDI9FlMmPwt11N2urcZD_Ni1mmOzhKFL1FocPGRPYhCrpDD2Dez3dNtMtjJOwoVfITphm2uZFI3UlhqbkZc2fJw9c7COUYm8dPmvRLekA/s320/Mt.+Timp.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666028217875491506" /></a><br />I made it to the top of this thing!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfF3iIVNYmg_XMrhIFaBRIPDbU6PFqaZtlop9u2HuXuHV13ICY0KiOzGSJNtdael0FykaNsrpkSGyNv33Ki8HG1wE5y9ZUSCZFMTAnpa8JFvVV2IydLE0hkvimSa7BpCkJGHPJzrEu0Q/s1600/Glacier.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfF3iIVNYmg_XMrhIFaBRIPDbU6PFqaZtlop9u2HuXuHV13ICY0KiOzGSJNtdael0FykaNsrpkSGyNv33Ki8HG1wE5y9ZUSCZFMTAnpa8JFvVV2IydLE0hkvimSa7BpCkJGHPJzrEu0Q/s320/Glacier.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666028202404538658" /></a><br />Here's the glacier of death. I swear it's ten times more steep than it looks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQI_OHZv1WVYwzj1jaEDC2lJEDrzeOuMq8Smbhpev3j2zDXYA-HLzN5sls9nu1m9inxDmpqaoxhqhQ8HWo0yLLg11EgNuibJi07jTthLi3XHQf-wDN5igzZx4IRuAOnNOw5aNQZpYxaLg/s1600/David%252C+Perry+and+Me.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQI_OHZv1WVYwzj1jaEDC2lJEDrzeOuMq8Smbhpev3j2zDXYA-HLzN5sls9nu1m9inxDmpqaoxhqhQ8HWo0yLLg11EgNuibJi07jTthLi3XHQf-wDN5igzZx4IRuAOnNOw5aNQZpYxaLg/s320/David%252C+Perry+and+Me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666028200219469138" /></a><br />And here I am with the brothers I still like even after they guilted me into hiking with them.Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-61501658278025869742011-10-05T10:20:00.004-06:002011-10-05T10:34:17.464-06:00I Already Cried and It's Only Week ThreeIt's ridiculous how well reality TV manipulates my emotions. Stupid sentimental music and slow-motion montages. One of my favorite people on Biggest Loser won the weight loss challenge this week and it made me cry. Plus it kept his team safe and so they all cried and so I kept crying. Ridiculous. <br /><br />Also, maybe watching JR Martinez' story on Dancing with the Not-So Famous People made me cry.<br /><br />Also, maybe I cry watching Anne of Avonlea. And Gilbert won!!! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinwPesuD6Z8jvtss73J2BVxtyylWBz2_7Q93nAXcRijesWQ7fuOjDlAaqZz3Cu2_PDuc2KM3I-mVNkDMaLdRIg0gq-59ib4idSzuPXqDanIiiNPsAIBTUFEwaDoq6_Hb4oHfojbwhrL-w/s1600/gilbert1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinwPesuD6Z8jvtss73J2BVxtyylWBz2_7Q93nAXcRijesWQ7fuOjDlAaqZz3Cu2_PDuc2KM3I-mVNkDMaLdRIg0gq-59ib4idSzuPXqDanIiiNPsAIBTUFEwaDoq6_Hb4oHfojbwhrL-w/s320/gilbert1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660045369825264786" /></a><br />Hugh has never made a movie that made me cry, but I still love him. And nearly three years ago <a href="http://barbalootsuit.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-stuff.html">I wrote about how much he needed to be Val Jean in a musical movie of Les Mis</a>. Clearly Hollywood reads my blog since it's happening now! I hope they give me tickets to the premier cuz I totally deserve them. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwmr6Wc2muz9R1Lza0mdRjrw9SF3ke-gOyVHFPFGt33DzdCx6rc4QM4qw-tlDMtah0D-TgvGntkIOU6MvUIDqw44aPZ9ARwofWbuuUBzp7dJwcZTc4L9M-orQIhwYjI45jWVJByDzQ8A/s1600/Hugh.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwmr6Wc2muz9R1Lza0mdRjrw9SF3ke-gOyVHFPFGt33DzdCx6rc4QM4qw-tlDMtah0D-TgvGntkIOU6MvUIDqw44aPZ9ARwofWbuuUBzp7dJwcZTc4L9M-orQIhwYjI45jWVJByDzQ8A/s320/Hugh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660045366069148962" /></a><br />Finally, I really wanna tell you guys about all the awesome stuff I did this summer, but I'm waiting to get all my pictures first. Soon. I hope.<br /><br />I almost forgot---you really need to watch The Sing-Off of NBC!!! More than any other show---except maybe Psych. But for real, it's amazing! SUCH talented people, AMAZING judges <em>AND</em> Vocal Point is on there and I've been in love with them since 2006. And one of the singers of Delilah is in one of my most favorite bands ever in Provo. So watch it. And fall in love with them.Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-35069832757082064712011-09-26T13:47:00.002-06:002011-09-26T13:52:07.165-06:00Most Hated Plot Line and THE FINALS!!First, the bad news. I don't think I can watch The Ringer. I kinda wanted to cuz I rather like Sarah Michelle Gellar, but it's not working out for me. And it's not just cuz I don't like seeing her play a helpless, weak, non-vampire-slayer. It's weird seeing her get beat up knowing that if she really wanted, she could totally hurt someone, right? But what really bugs me is the pregnancy plot. I hate when people pretend they're pregnant. How does that even work?! You can't use that story forever. Who are these people that don't have enough common sense to realize they should drop the act and tell the truth? ASAP. It was one of the many reasons I could not deal with Glee. That much stupidity is just offensive. Ugh.<br /><br />Now, the good news: no one voted for Harry in that last round. Bless you all. It came down, as I predicted at the beginning, to <strong>Hugh Jackman vs. Gilbert Blythe. </strong>Don't know how I'll make up my mind on this one... Also, I have to apologize for my huge error in leaving out Jim Caveziel! What was I thinking? He could have been added as himself, as the Count of Monte Cristo, or as his new character in Person of Interest. Either way, he is an honorary winner in my heart. Him and Joel McHale.Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-45477580523372458052011-09-06T08:54:00.004-06:002011-09-06T09:05:17.783-06:00I Almost Died Before Round 4Seriously. Almost died. On Mt. Timpanogas. <a href="http://barbalootsuit.blogspot.com/2010/08/mos-and-vacation-anxiety.html">Remember one time when I said I hate hiking?</a> And that I never, ever wanted to hike Timp? Well, somehow I ended up doing it. I blame my annoyingly persistent brothers who changed the date they were going just so I could go. How do you say no to that? I'm not gonna lie---part of it was enjoyable. But not enjoyable enough to outweigh the scary parts. Or the part where I almost died sliding down a glacier. Okay, maybe I didn't almost die, but other people did. I'm talking broken tailbones, bloody legs...all that. I was overly cautious and thus, came out physically unharmed but mentally destroyed. I'd give you pictures of the Snow Slide of Satan, but I don't have them yet. Maybe next time. I think I'm scowling in most pictures. Or giving a not-very-sincere smile. And the hike is LONG! Longer than a marathon. Whatever. I did it and can confidently say I'll never do it again. <br /><br />And now time for round four. Since this is gonna end up with three winners---I'll take the two with the most votes for the final round. And if one of them is Harry Potter I quit.<br /><strong>Guy Patterson vs. Gene Kelly<br />Harry Potter vs. Hugh Jackman<br />Jack Callahan vs. Gilbert Blythe</strong>Barbaloothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01541675474218507411noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292067611225626785.post-22513958210830052802011-08-23T08:07:00.003-06:002011-08-23T08:12:58.197-06:00Round 3 and Some Letters, Cuz I Multitask Like ThatDear Blender-
<br /> You're the worst! By your very name one could assume you <em>blend</em> things together, but the smoothie I just ate (you can't drink chunks of fruit) would suggest otherwise. The only reason you haven't been thrown away is cuz I'm cheap and I refuse to spend $100 on something as simple as a blender. That's just ridiculous.
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<br />Dear 24 Hour Fitness
<br /> Um, if my membership were going to expire, do you think maybe you could give me a week or two notice? Instead of telling me as I go in one day that it's over and I can't work out? Yeah, awesome customer service on that one. But hey, you're still better than Gold's Gym on that front so...that's something.
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<br />And now---round three.
<br /><strong><strong>Kevin Arnold vs. Guy Patterson
<br />Steve Young vs. Hugh Jackman
<br />Harry Potter vs. Brian Mills (Taken)
<br />Michael Buble vs. Gene Kelly
<br />Ferris Bueller vs. Jack Callahan (While You Were Sleeping)
<br />Emmett Cullen vs. Gilbert Blythe</strong></strong>
<br />I personally think this is the easiest round. I really hope you guys don't disappoint me and pick Harry over Brian cuz that's just wrong.
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