Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Happy Wednesday Before Turkey Day!

Lake of the Woods: Day 1

Ever just wanted to not spend Thanksgiving with your family? This girl has! And this is just what she's done...
A friend invited me to go to Lake of the Woods over this weekend. How could I resist? We're staying with the sweetest, most awesome elderly couple ever who are basically my friend's grandparents but not. This means we can say anything and they don't care. It's like a free bed & breakfast. You can imagine my delight when I found out about the incredible tub and lake view!
On the agenda for tonight? Some American Horror Story (which I'll be posting about later), some James Bond, and an extreme amount of banana bread.
Personally, I'll take this over my psycho family any day. I know, I know. You're thinking, "Why do we care about the trivial details of this girl's life?"
My answer would be, you shouldn't. I'm just telling you about weird little things in my life that have attributed to my complete and utter contentedness at this moment in time. I hope that by having excitement over practically nothing can increase your thankfullness tomorrow when you're having an actually wonderful time.
Remember, don't stress over little things. If anything, heed my advice. When feeling overwhelmed, take a road trip to a place in the weeds, preferably by a lake, look at the stars, and just chill.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Handey Dandy! [Handey Quotes Part 2]


“Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me. Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny.”

 “Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.”

 “To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kinda scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus and a clown killed my dad.”

 “A funny thing is if you're out hiking and your friend gets bit by a poisonous snake, tell him you're going for help, then go about ten feet and pretend YOU got bit by a snake. Then start an argument about who's going to get help. A lot of guys will start crying. That's why it makes you feel good when you tell them it was just a joke.”

 “I bet a funny thing about driving a car off a cliff is, while you're in midair, you still hit those brakes.”

 “If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is ‘God is crying’. And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is ‘Probably because of something you did.”

 “When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.”

 “I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.”

 “If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think how stupid war is...and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.”

 “If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid seeing yourself in the mirror, because I bet that's what really throws you into a panic.”

 “Sometimes when I reflect back on all the wine I drink,
I feel shame! Then I look into the glass and think
about the workers in the vineyards and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this wine, they might be out of work, and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, "It is better that I drink this wine and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver”

 “I hope that someday we will be able to put away our fears and prejudices and just laugh at people.”

 “On the other hand, you have different fingers.”

 “I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it.”

 “If I was being executed by injection, I'd clean up my cell real neat.
hen, when they came to get me, I'd say, "Injection? I thought you said 'inspection.'"
They'd probably feel real bad, and maybe I could get out of it.”

 “One thing vampire children are taught is, never run with a wooden stake.”

 “If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.”

 “Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he's carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you're drunk.”

 “Don't ever get your speedometer confused with your clock, like I did once, because the faster you go, the later you think you are.”

“The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part.”

 “Here's a good trick.
Get a job as a judge at the Olympics. Then, if some guy sets a world record, pretend that you didn't see it and go: Okay, is everybody ready to start now?”
 “To me, it's a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey, can you give me a hand?" you can say, "Sorry, got these sacks.”

 “I was sad, because I had no shoes.

Until I met a man that had no feet.

So, I took his shoes, cuz hey, he wan't using them!”

 “When you die, if you go somewhere where they ask you a bunch of questions about your life and what you learned and all, I think a good way to get out of it is just to say, 'No speaka English.”

 “If God dwells inside us like some people say, I sure hope he likes enchiladas, because that's what he's getting.”

 “I think a good novel would be where a bunch of men on a ship are looking for a whale. They look and look, but you know what? They never find him. And you know why they never find him? It doesn't say. The book leaves it up to you, the reader, to decide. Then, at the very end, there's a page you can lick and it tastes like Kool-Aid.”

 “Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you've never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter.

Wait. . .

It's not love I'm describing. I'm thinking of a monorail.”

“If you think a weakness can be turned into a strength, I hate to tell you this, but that's another weakness.”

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Understated Artist of the Week: 1

Name:  Ben Weaver
Style/ Genre: Singer/songwriter
From: Ben Weaver originally hails from Eugene, Oregon, but spent part of growing up in St. Paul, Minnesota.
What's so great: the folksy feel. He has a untampered, organic sound with barely any electronic interference from the background. So the lyrics paired with the voice is some kind of wonderful.
Tracks to check out:
1. Red Red Fox
2. Hey Ray
3. Pretty Girls
4. While I'm Gone
5. Grass Doe


** We don't own anything or have a stake in any of the profits nor do we have any affiliation with the artist or recording company.**

Peer Pressure....

So we're convinced that for some people peer pressure is a hoax. Totally nonexistent. Nobody has ever even invited us to these late night raves or to that dance out of town that would make your parents mad if they found out. If we're being completely honest, the option would be nice. Being able to "just say no" is a foreign practice to us. I wonder how we'll fair in the real world with no prior experence in this field. And what if maybe, just maybe, we'd actually want to go to one of these? Maybe we'd be really fun to party with. Maybe everyone else is missing out on our awesomeness simply because they refuse to pressure us.
 .... Hmm... Potentially part of the theory of repulsion: people avoid what they don't know is truly awesome.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Scandin' Out

   Something we have to be proud of is our Scandinavian heritage... In Northern Minnesota its kind of a big deal. Take my family for example, our summer family reunion is a lefse making party. Yeah, there are probably a lot of you who don't know what lefse is. I'm pretty sure that it was made up by a Norwegian immigrant who only had potatoes and flour to make a meal for his family. There are special grills, spatula-like-contraptions,  and (well at least in my family) awesome aprons.
  Christmas dinner? Lutefisk, yeah sure, you betcha! That's another thing I'm unsure the exact origins of, but in this scenario I'm not quite as curious as the last. Which brings me to another highlight of being a vegetarian. No lye soaked cod for me!
   Other delicacies we descendants of Scandinavian immigrants eat: krumkake and rommegrot. The first is a fragile cookie, made by rolling the dough into a special iron, imprinting a floral design all over it. Some people like to fill them with cream and such, but I take it straight. This goes great with hot chocolate! The latter is a custardy mix that you mix with sugar and cinnamon. It is only good if its homemade. Don't eat it out of the package. That's gross.
  If by some unfortunate event you are drawn to this demographic location, be sure to find a Lutheran church having a bake sale and have at it! Or if you want to see how proud some are to be Norwegian. Find our friend Mollie out in front of her big house on the outskirts of a small town on the prairie. It has a Norwegian flag waving beside the American flag, trolls/gnome creatures everywhere, and even looks like it could have been built in Norway and shipped here. That's what's up.
    Its fun to be Minnesotan sometimes. Especially when people think you have an accent and you just chuckle and say, "You should meet my father!" Because our padres take the cliche Minnesotan stuff to a whole new level. Also, it would be hilarious to see what happened if someone actually made fun of them... there's no way that could end well.
   Oh well, have a happy tuesday.

     <-- Lefse making
<--Lutefisk (you can't make it look good...)
<--Krumkake
<-- Rømmegrøt


Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Proactive Planning

Today I found out that I'm 3 credits away from graduating. Which would've meant I could've filled up my last semester of high school/free college with meaningless, but interesting classes, like Nordic Mythology and the Viking, Lord of the Rings Analysis, Beginning Norwegian, or Scuba Diving.
 Or even something meaningful like Intro to Literary Scholarship (which isn't what I thought it would be but still would've been interesting), Symphonic Literature, or other Contextual studies... I'm bummed out about all of this. I could've graduated early and even if I technically needed to be in one class, one credit of gym wouldn't have killed me. Now? I'm just irrationally upset about having to take an economics class. BLEH>>> I plan on being a music major and the only options my current university offers is international economics or Into to Business and Statistical Econ neither of these will help me in any aspect of life.
  In other news I'm wanting to add another major or minor. If I stay up north, it will be German or Scandinavian Studies. If I go to a real town for the rest of my post-secondary education I will probably add some sort of language or just get a further concentration in musicology which I can't do where I am because they only offer certain courses and these vary from term to term.
 
My message to the young or those who need planning advice is that you should go over all of your options and plan far into the future with multiple backup plans. There is no shame in being over prepared.