Amber: Look how long my bangs are, I just got my hair cut 2 weeks ago!
Serena: You have fast hair. Crazy fast hair. I bet it would sleep with someone on the first date.
Amber: It would sleep with someone it met on the subway.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
The Happy Birthday Amber Poem
Happy Birthday to a soxy fox!
Hope you get cool things in a box.
Full of mens and pens and moneys,
Hot cars that work and days that are sunny,
Ryan Reynolds and degrees galore,
Robots and sexy man maids to do all your chores!
Your amazingness is song enough,
But you are so sweet and yet so tough,
Amber is the awesomest sauce,
she is so sweet and so boss!
I like her lots and wish her well,
and a happy birthday that is way more than super swell!
Hope you get cool things in a box.
Full of mens and pens and moneys,
Hot cars that work and days that are sunny,
Ryan Reynolds and degrees galore,
Robots and sexy man maids to do all your chores!
Your amazingness is song enough,
But you are so sweet and yet so tough,
Amber is the awesomest sauce,
she is so sweet and so boss!
I like her lots and wish her well,
and a happy birthday that is way more than super swell!
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Funny video
This is one of the things that kept us laughing this weekend at my birthday party (more on that later). You should watch it, and laugh.
"Don't punch.....our car" :D
Friday, November 26, 2010
Quote Mania!
These are quotes from a day spent at Bajio, The Chocolate, and etc. We were all clearly having a lot of fun.
S: "If I were a sea monster, I would be a sea horse!"
A1: "That's not a sea monster!"
S: "A big one!"
A1: "Oh."
J: "A sea horse? What would be your power? BUBBLES!! *squiggly dance*"
S: "I would kill them with cuteness. Or let them ride my back and then throw them off into the sharp coral."
J: "And then BUBBLES!!" *squiggly dance*
(Summarized and paraphrased for ease of recording, but the basic gist)
J: Someday, A1, I will give you a unicorn.
A1: I don't want a unicorn. I hate unicorns. They're white.
J: Racist! But it is a love unicorn!
A1: Maybe only if it is black. With a silver horn.
J: And it will impale your enemies. And it will lead you out of the forest.
A1: Why am I in the forest?
J: Well, if you're seeing a unicorn, then you're in the forest!
J (to S): "Did you just say you are going to set her up with my old man?"
J: "You said a sentence, and it reminded me of a sentence I said earlier, which reminded me of a word, and I thought, Why??"
A1 (to A2): "J achieved chicken nirvana while you were gone."
A1: "I wish I could make lime happen to my salad without it happening to my fingers."
S: "I could squeeze your limes for you."
A1: "Don't worry, I won't make you squeeze my limes."
J: "What are you saying about her boobs?"
S: "Well I was mostly thinking it could be a vague body part. Like elbows."
J: "Oh, well, then I can squeeze your limes anytime."
A1: "I have to buy wide-calf boots to accommodate my large calf muscles."
S: "I need that for my ankles. Do they make wide-ankle ones?"
J: "I'm sure those are the same. Cuz they have to start somewhere." (meaning calves)
A2: "Getting out of the car is like being birthed."
A1: "I was thinking the same thing!"
(later on)
A2: "So, if getting out of the car is birth, is getting into the car conception?"
A1: "I want a new shirt. Maybe if I do my laundry, it will be like I have a new shirt."
J: "There is a little old Scottish man who comes into work and he rides a scooter. I love him and his amazing accent. I could be his trophy wife."
S: "But then he would want to love you. That's why they have little blue pills."
J: "And I would replace those little blue pills with vitamins."
S: "And he would say, 'Well I can't seem to stay up, but I sure feel great!'"
S: "If I were a sea monster, I would be a sea horse!"
A1: "That's not a sea monster!"
S: "A big one!"
A1: "Oh."
J: "A sea horse? What would be your power? BUBBLES!! *squiggly dance*"
S: "I would kill them with cuteness. Or let them ride my back and then throw them off into the sharp coral."
J: "And then BUBBLES!!" *squiggly dance*
(Summarized and paraphrased for ease of recording, but the basic gist)
J: Someday, A1, I will give you a unicorn.
A1: I don't want a unicorn. I hate unicorns. They're white.
J: Racist! But it is a love unicorn!
A1: Maybe only if it is black. With a silver horn.
J: And it will impale your enemies. And it will lead you out of the forest.
A1: Why am I in the forest?
J: Well, if you're seeing a unicorn, then you're in the forest!
J (to S): "Did you just say you are going to set her up with my old man?"
J: "You said a sentence, and it reminded me of a sentence I said earlier, which reminded me of a word, and I thought, Why??"
A1 (to A2): "J achieved chicken nirvana while you were gone."
A1: "I wish I could make lime happen to my salad without it happening to my fingers."
S: "I could squeeze your limes for you."
A1: "Don't worry, I won't make you squeeze my limes."
J: "What are you saying about her boobs?"
S: "Well I was mostly thinking it could be a vague body part. Like elbows."
J: "Oh, well, then I can squeeze your limes anytime."
A1: "I have to buy wide-calf boots to accommodate my large calf muscles."
S: "I need that for my ankles. Do they make wide-ankle ones?"
J: "I'm sure those are the same. Cuz they have to start somewhere." (meaning calves)
A2: "Getting out of the car is like being birthed."
A1: "I was thinking the same thing!"
(later on)
A2: "So, if getting out of the car is birth, is getting into the car conception?"
A1: "I want a new shirt. Maybe if I do my laundry, it will be like I have a new shirt."
J: "There is a little old Scottish man who comes into work and he rides a scooter. I love him and his amazing accent. I could be his trophy wife."
S: "But then he would want to love you. That's why they have little blue pills."
J: "And I would replace those little blue pills with vitamins."
S: "And he would say, 'Well I can't seem to stay up, but I sure feel great!'"
psycho(tic) sales!
Attempt number one at creating a blog post for our nearly naked blog. Ready, ok!
Today, was psycho sales. It has been a different psycho sales experience, but still one with stories to tell. I wait in anxious desire for the other psycho sales stories to be posted from this year.
Sister and I started out our plan of attack for the past couple of days searching through the ads online and in the papers. We decided Target, Kmart, Best Buy, Lowes, and Ace were our best bets for acquiring our little treasures. So, we awoke this morning at 4 AM. I prepared myself in the usual groggy manner of psycho sales preparations, bundling up as much as possible to stay warm and alert during the escapades. We walked quietly down to the car, but once outside I noticed, it was not actually as cold as I had anticipated. MD psycho sale-ing is significantly less cold than UT psycho sale-ing. This was mostly pleasing news. Only mostly because I had bundled up in ways less convenient to unbundle without just redoing my entire outfit (not that it was necessarily cute, just warm). But I figured better safe than sorry. I like warm.
We were hoping to get to Target first to obtain we needed in an early fashion while we waited for Best Buy to open (across the street) at 5:00. However, it was an absolute madhouse. To begin with, there were cops outside the front detaining a young lady who they seemed to believe had been being ad thief. She was not in favor of this opinion and most surely let them know this. Inside, the lines for checkout started at the checkstands and quite literally weaved and wrapped around nearly the entire circumference of the store. And it sure wasn't a fast moving line. So, we found our items, hid them in sneaky places we would remember, and then left to go to Best Buy where there was actually stuff that was worth waiting in line for or being maybe slightly agressive over (the khakis, air mattress, and etc. from Target are just not worth fighting over or waiting two and a half hours in line for).
Best Buy, however, had by far the best experience. They had a sweet deal on Sansa mp3 players and also had the best deal for a digital camera that I had found (and I have searched long, hard, and in many places and states). There were probably almost the same number of people there as at Target (maybe slightly less), but they had a very efficient line system both in and outside of the store and had their sales clearly marked, so our entire trip there took about twenty minutes tops. And, now I have a nifty new camera and mp3 player that I could afford! You know what that means. Now I can post pictures to the blog! Yay team digital camera.
So, then we decided to head to Lowes for some $0.98 poinsettias and a firesafe. Sister and I were joking on the way there about how we wouldn't need to rush to get there, because we highly doubted we would need to make a mad rush to fight burly lumberjack type Lowes shoppers for our poinsettias. But as we got out of the car and started walking into the store, surely enough, we passed two burly lumberjack type male Lowes shoppers who each were carrying two poinsettias, and that is all they had gone there to get. It was pretty amazing. Luckily, there were still many poinsettias left in the store, and our lumberjack friends and we were probably more or less the only shoppers there at that point anyway. Lowes was also deemed a success.
Then we decided that Target would have most likely calmed down by that point, so we decided to go back and retrieve our hidden treasures. This was not the case. The only difference was that the line seemed to actually at least be moving by this point. We decided we would give it a go since we were already there. For the second time. We eventually made it through the line at a semi medium level pace.
The rest of our trip became increasingly less successful. Kmart, we had deemed earlier, was going to be Sister's best find of the psycho sales this year, with a nice chunk of her list covered for the best price. We arrived. Absolute mayhem. No line system at all. So I tried to fenagle (sp?) my way into a line to secure a spot while Sister went to procure the goods. I felt silly standing in line with nothing to buy, so I picked up a cute long sleeved shirt (as I had to stand in line all the way in the women's clothing section) that seemed a decent price, and I figured I would get it since I was there and needed a long sleeved shirt. Eventually Sister returned, surprisingly empty handed. She related to me how every single item that the ads had said would be at the store for certain good prices, were either not at all those prices or just seemed to not exist at all. And neither seemed to exist any actual store employees. Disappointing.
Burlington Coat Factory was somewhat similar. Without the mayhem. There were a total of ten people in the entire store (if even that many), and their so called "sales" weren't actually sales, and the coats desired ended up being actually not very good or worth it. I did try on some pretty sweet leggings tho in hopes that they would be a good find for $4. Sadly, they did not fit in any sort of pleasing manner. Empty handed once again.
We tried Ace next in hopes of finding a nifty dog bed for $5 and some other hardware type manly items. We showed up. The store was not even open. The ad said "hey, we will have this stuff and will open at 7AM!" Dirty rotten lies. We went home, printed coupons for free 7-11 Slurpees, and then went back to try Ace again once it had actually opened. They did not have the sales they advertised. Lame. But we did get slurpees at 7-11 on the way home. And chuckled at the cops, getting yummy convenience store goods, who looked like they belonged on 21 Jumpstreet.
At home we drank our slurpees (which then made me glad I was wearing many warm clothings) and made the kids wake up to do their homeschooling.
So, this is my first little update from out here. It is about psycho sales. And I am very tired. I shall update again when I am more coherent and can actually remember anything other than the past six hours. Go team.
Today, was psycho sales. It has been a different psycho sales experience, but still one with stories to tell. I wait in anxious desire for the other psycho sales stories to be posted from this year.
Sister and I started out our plan of attack for the past couple of days searching through the ads online and in the papers. We decided Target, Kmart, Best Buy, Lowes, and Ace were our best bets for acquiring our little treasures. So, we awoke this morning at 4 AM. I prepared myself in the usual groggy manner of psycho sales preparations, bundling up as much as possible to stay warm and alert during the escapades. We walked quietly down to the car, but once outside I noticed, it was not actually as cold as I had anticipated. MD psycho sale-ing is significantly less cold than UT psycho sale-ing. This was mostly pleasing news. Only mostly because I had bundled up in ways less convenient to unbundle without just redoing my entire outfit (not that it was necessarily cute, just warm). But I figured better safe than sorry. I like warm.
We were hoping to get to Target first to obtain we needed in an early fashion while we waited for Best Buy to open (across the street) at 5:00. However, it was an absolute madhouse. To begin with, there were cops outside the front detaining a young lady who they seemed to believe had been being ad thief. She was not in favor of this opinion and most surely let them know this. Inside, the lines for checkout started at the checkstands and quite literally weaved and wrapped around nearly the entire circumference of the store. And it sure wasn't a fast moving line. So, we found our items, hid them in sneaky places we would remember, and then left to go to Best Buy where there was actually stuff that was worth waiting in line for or being maybe slightly agressive over (the khakis, air mattress, and etc. from Target are just not worth fighting over or waiting two and a half hours in line for).
Best Buy, however, had by far the best experience. They had a sweet deal on Sansa mp3 players and also had the best deal for a digital camera that I had found (and I have searched long, hard, and in many places and states). There were probably almost the same number of people there as at Target (maybe slightly less), but they had a very efficient line system both in and outside of the store and had their sales clearly marked, so our entire trip there took about twenty minutes tops. And, now I have a nifty new camera and mp3 player that I could afford! You know what that means. Now I can post pictures to the blog! Yay team digital camera.
So, then we decided to head to Lowes for some $0.98 poinsettias and a firesafe. Sister and I were joking on the way there about how we wouldn't need to rush to get there, because we highly doubted we would need to make a mad rush to fight burly lumberjack type Lowes shoppers for our poinsettias. But as we got out of the car and started walking into the store, surely enough, we passed two burly lumberjack type male Lowes shoppers who each were carrying two poinsettias, and that is all they had gone there to get. It was pretty amazing. Luckily, there were still many poinsettias left in the store, and our lumberjack friends and we were probably more or less the only shoppers there at that point anyway. Lowes was also deemed a success.
Then we decided that Target would have most likely calmed down by that point, so we decided to go back and retrieve our hidden treasures. This was not the case. The only difference was that the line seemed to actually at least be moving by this point. We decided we would give it a go since we were already there. For the second time. We eventually made it through the line at a semi medium level pace.
The rest of our trip became increasingly less successful. Kmart, we had deemed earlier, was going to be Sister's best find of the psycho sales this year, with a nice chunk of her list covered for the best price. We arrived. Absolute mayhem. No line system at all. So I tried to fenagle (sp?) my way into a line to secure a spot while Sister went to procure the goods. I felt silly standing in line with nothing to buy, so I picked up a cute long sleeved shirt (as I had to stand in line all the way in the women's clothing section) that seemed a decent price, and I figured I would get it since I was there and needed a long sleeved shirt. Eventually Sister returned, surprisingly empty handed. She related to me how every single item that the ads had said would be at the store for certain good prices, were either not at all those prices or just seemed to not exist at all. And neither seemed to exist any actual store employees. Disappointing.
Burlington Coat Factory was somewhat similar. Without the mayhem. There were a total of ten people in the entire store (if even that many), and their so called "sales" weren't actually sales, and the coats desired ended up being actually not very good or worth it. I did try on some pretty sweet leggings tho in hopes that they would be a good find for $4. Sadly, they did not fit in any sort of pleasing manner. Empty handed once again.
We tried Ace next in hopes of finding a nifty dog bed for $5 and some other hardware type manly items. We showed up. The store was not even open. The ad said "hey, we will have this stuff and will open at 7AM!" Dirty rotten lies. We went home, printed coupons for free 7-11 Slurpees, and then went back to try Ace again once it had actually opened. They did not have the sales they advertised. Lame. But we did get slurpees at 7-11 on the way home. And chuckled at the cops, getting yummy convenience store goods, who looked like they belonged on 21 Jumpstreet.
At home we drank our slurpees (which then made me glad I was wearing many warm clothings) and made the kids wake up to do their homeschooling.
So, this is my first little update from out here. It is about psycho sales. And I am very tired. I shall update again when I am more coherent and can actually remember anything other than the past six hours. Go team.
Monday, November 15, 2010
naked no more
You can't just make a new blog and then leave it naked so I am writing a little something to clothe it with. Besides, there's nothing like a late night and a little too much sugar to inspire literary genius. Of course now that I said that I have totally forgotten everything I was going to say so I'll just leave you with a little advice:
Don't put yogurt in the freezer. It takes a really long time to thaw out, it tastes kinda funny, and if someone should happen to drop it on your boobs it hurts a lot.
Nighty night.
Love,
Amber
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