I imagine things.

Sometimes I find that my imagination is the scariest thing of all.

Spending the next week alone in my apartment will probably lead to all kinds of terrifying imaginings.

Wish me luck!

The Monster of Doctor Frankenstein

I'm performing in "The Monster of Doctor Frankenstein" all this week. If you're in Provo, or in Utah, come and check it out! It runs wednesday through Saturday, with a two performances on saturday! Tickets are six dollars and you can buy them here!

Here is some more information!

It's with the BYU experimental theater company, and should be very interesting!

Obligatory thanksgiving post.

Things I am thankful for right now:

Pajamas

toothpaste

being in two shows at once

(being able to be busy doing what I love)

Having THE prettiest dresses in a Christmas Carol

(a little girl came up to me after the show to tell me how pretty my dress was. Oh, I know little girl, I know.)

Having amazing friends

Late night rehearsals and even later night Denny's trips with Frankenstein cast

Being drunkenly tired and finding everything hilarious

My family

Pictures of my new niece Scarlett

My ipod

Prayer

my bed...which I am now going to get into and get some SLEEP.

night!

it may just be the sleep deprivation, but I'm feeling very full of love right now. Love you all...whoever may read this blog...

Yes. I love Dallas Clayton. All my posts lately have been of his poems.

But I cannot help it. I must share.

What does it mean to you
to be disappointed?
When you imagine disappointment
does it have a face?
A scowl ike an ugly high school thing
coming back at you from the past?

It’d be nice if we could put a face
on all those emotions
that scare us into mediocrity.

Make it easier to poke out their eyes.

-Dallas Clayton

Seriously guys. I can't stop listening to this song. It's happiness encased in a piano and a voice. Seriously. Listen to this song and see if you don't feel better. It's on repeat on my ipod today.

Also...how adorable is this video? And Michael Buble? Since WHEN did he get so dang attractive?! I'm totally in love with him in this video! (especially when he starts dancing with the marching band)

Challenged.

You are the best. Unbeatable. Indestructible. The number one champion of everyone around.

You will never be fooled. Never bested. Never bruised. No one even comes close to the scope of your glory.

You are the greatest. Period. So long as you don’t leave your bedroom.

-Dallas Clayton

Lately I've been really up and down in terms of my self esteem. A good day in my improv class or rehearsal can send it soaring into believing that I really am a good actress, and will, someday make it into the acting program here. Then a day of thinking too hard, of comparing too hard, and of fearing too hard and send me plummeting back down into the land of "I'll never make it." From the lack of real challenges in my life, I've developed an attitude of "if it's too hard, I'll just quit." I haven't really taken that route this semester, and really have found the benefits and drawbacks of hard work.

I've just got to keep working hard.

That's all.

A LETTER TO THE KING

No matter what the scientists say I’ve got it on good authority there aren’t many animals great or small, given the chance would want to be you with all those clothes to buckle and papers to keep up with.

Think about it, they don’t even own cups.

-Dallas Clayton

So, maybe I'm doing three plays. Maybe I'm have a lot of homework. Maybe my back is as hard as a rock and knotty as a piece of pine wood. Maybe my neck is so tense, it's giving me a perma-tension headache. Maybe I haven't had time to do laundry in so long it's embarrassing. Maybe I might stop buying perishable food because I'm never home to eat it before it goes bad.

Maybe I'm being crappy friend and sister and daughter because I have a minimum of 2 rehearsals every day and homework to do and to catch up on.

Maybe I'm making really terrible excuses. No, not maybe. I am.

Maybe I feel like a whiner for writing this all here.

Life is good. Life is wonderful. I have too much to do, but really, I'm enjoying it all. I'm learning so much in so many areas. I am surrounded by love. I feel my Heavenly Father's love palpably every day. I am incredibly blessed. I have the best friends and a wonderful boyfriend and an amazing family who I am going to see this weekend, and a baby niece who I am going to meet and squeeze and kiss. I cannot wait.

Maybe it's time for me to stop whining now.

A good cure.

Here are some good cures for feeling icky and grimy and scared after watching a scary movie you really shouldn't have watched:

hugs and cuddles

bright stars

prayers

lights

good night texts

blankets

scriptures

Nat King Cole's Christmas Album (Yes I know it's not even Halloween yet, but he's my soul!)

Hope I can get some sleep!

P.S. Don't ever watch the movie Silent Hill. Ever.

This is not a facetious warning. In all seriousness, do NOT watch it.

Look at this madness!

Luck is on my side...?

So, I've been having a run of really good luck lately. I've been doing pretty well in my classes (minus Astronomy...) I've been cast in a good mask club, a very interesting platform piece written, directed and acted by great and talented friends, and I got called back for a Christmas Carol at the Hale. I've got great friends, my skin is clearing up a little, the weather is chilly. Things are good. This morning, however, as my roommate, Mariah and I were walking to school, a black cat started walking toward us. We stopped to see what would happen, and if the cat would cross our path. The cat walked deliberately toward us, walked directly in front of me, over my feet, and then went straight between us, leaving Mariah completely untouched.

Great. Let's see what happens now.

Miss Scarlett (Isn't she lovely?)

Isn't she lovely?

Isn't she wonderful?

Isn't she precious? Less than one minute old.

Isn't she pretty? Truly the angel's best

Oh, I'm so happy, we have been heaven blessed.

Isn't she lovely? Made from love.

"Isn't she lovely"

-Stevie Wonder

Here she is!!!!

Here's little baby Scarlett Jylare! She was born yesterday (easily fooled?) at 10:03 am, 7.7 lbs and 19 inches, and beautiful!!! I miss her, even though I've never met her, and I can't wait to squeeze her in a month! I'm now Aunt Heidi!

Some things I love right now.

Autumn

(Ok, so this is unoriginal, but I just loved loved loved this quote that NieNie posted recently, I had to reblog it.)

Delicious autumn!

My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird

I would fly about the earth seeking successive autumns

-George Elliot

I am such an autumn girl. I guess that's what happens when you're from New England.

(Lighthouse Point, New Haven CT)

That's when that area comes to life, in it's most beautiful form. Autumn is my special time. I love sweater weather. I love the smell of autumn leaves and pumpkins and that certain special bite-in-the-air smell.

I love my autumn music (the Amelie, Village, Once and Pocahontas soundtracks, The Weepies, Counting Crows, Coldplay, The Shins, Guster, Ingrid Michaelson, Iron and Wine, Joni Mitchell, Nickel Creek, Indigo Girls, Sufjan Stevens)

If I could live in a world of perpetual autumn, I would. No questions or reservations. For Christmas last year, my Dad made us all a calendar entitled "Fall in New England should be Year Round", and it was full of gorgeous photos he'd taken one fall, and he's put one for every month of the year. If only life was like that calendar.

I am so sick of the sweaty back that I have from walking to school in the morning with my heavy backpack. The mornings have been deliciously cool, but around 11:00, it starts getting warm again. But the few leaves that have started to change on the mountains shine out like beacons of autumn-y hope.

(I also really loved this other quote from NieNie's post)

It is a common enough case, that of man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal. -George Elliot

Copying Brita.

My friend Brita is awesome. Her blogging skills are something that I aspire to have. She recently has decided to read the entire Anne of Green Gables series by L.M. Montgomery. It's reminded me of my own love of the story. Anne of Green Gables has a very very special place in my life and heart. I remember watching our taped-off-of-T.V. versions of Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea all the time (that Continuing Story one was weird though, I didn't like it so much). I have very specific memories of watching it when I was five, shivering at the spooky ghost music when Anne and Diana walk through the "haunted" forest laughing as Diana screams uncontrollably when Anne falls into the well. I loved Anne (although for a brief period of time in my life, I thought that because Anne didn't like having red hair, I shouldn't either, crazy, I know, but that was the power of Anne). Not much later, I started reading the books. They are so incredibly wonderful. They are hilarious, touching, and beautifully written. I have read the entire series so many times that I have lost count. I wish I had all my Anne books here with in Utah, but they're back in Connecticut. Oh, I love them.

Best and the Worst.

There's not much worse than being ready to go to bed and seeing the pile of newly laundered sheets and pillow cases lying there uselessly next to your bed, and knowing that you have to wrestle them on the mattress and pillows before you can get in. It also always seems to happen on nights when I'm really tired.

That being said...

There's not much better than climbing into a bed of newly washed and fresh-detergently-dryer-sheety smelling bed things. Delicious. Deli-see-us mancub.

p.s. I updated my music playlist. I hope you like it! If there's anything that I took off that you miss listening to, let me know and I'll put it back on!

p.p.s. I love mail.

I have this massive urge to watch The Village. Unfortunately my DVD has gone missing. I opened the DVD case, and the disc was gone. I only watched it once last year, and I know I had it after that. It's a mystery. And an annoying one. It is one of my favorite movies ever. It's also a movie that makes me feel all Autumn-y. And it's too hot. Too darn hot. I desperately need some Autumn right now. I love this movie. I feel like most people who didn't like it, only disliked it because they were expecting something different or they didn't understand it. I think it's amazing. I also completely love the relationship between Lucias and Ivy. He's always there when she needs him. She can put her hand out into the dark, and even into danger, and know that he will be there. His quiet, steadfast devotion and her outspoken, spunky and articulate personality are such a delight to watch. Also, I not-so-secretly wish I lived in Covington Woods.

Oh and P.S. the soundtrack is completely and totally gorgeous. I listened to it for about 3 weeks straight and fell in love with it. It's beautiful, except for those jump out of your skin moments, which never fail to make me jump out of my skin.

Juliet didn't wear zit cream...

So, don't think that I'm not a romantic. I am. Really. Anyone who knows me knows that I treasure all things pertaining to romance, even if they are hopelessly heavy-handed and cheesy. It all still gives me a thrill. However, as I was getting ready for bed tonight, a thought came into my mind that I've had several times before. If a boy that I was in love with made a big romantic gesture and threw pebbles at my window, waking me up for a nighttime surprise, I would consider it the worst thing ever. No make-up, zits everywhere with a healthy dose of zit cream, hair pinned back and raggedy pajamas isn't exactly glamorous. Even if he loved me enough to still think I looked pretty, I would be self conscious enough to ruin the whole experience. I would really be humiliated. I would be especially humiliated if I had been asleep for a while, because this new short hair cut gives me some marvelously cracked out bed-head. Like, little kid bed-head. I'm always astounded when I wake up in the morning to see the new and stunning creation on top of my head. I hope that any boy who knows me well enough to date me would understand this, and NEVER make that romantic gesture so often referred to in plays, movies, books and songs. Never.

This was random. But, I'm exhausted, and sometimes my thoughts don't work too clearly.

That's all (Bah Mariah!)

All Set!

School starts on monday...wow.

I can't say that I'm ready but at least I'm prepared. My schedule is all set, my room is unpacked, my books have been purchased, my voice lessons have finally been scheduled, and I feel prepared. Whether or not I feel ready is another story. My roommate, Mariah and I attended a film premiere for several short BYU films, and saw many BYU theatre students there. We returned, completely stressed out with the pressures of the program weighing us down, feeling completely un-prepared for the coming semester, major-wise. It's been seriously so fun seeing friends from last year, and playing around Provo with them. Here are some pictures of my most recent adventures, and of my tiny tiny room.

Our new home!! In the Colon(y)

We are SO excited to move in!

Unpacking proves to be a challenge...

When you get the smallest room, and it's smaller than your dorm room from freshman year.

But we have hangers!

Oh well! School here I come!!!!

Merember?

Remember when school started it was just the start of another school year, not the start of another life? College is weird.

Challenge!

Okay, so mostly I'm just writing this here on my blog so I'll feel more accountable, and really stick to this challenge. My roommate, Mariah and I have decided to give ourselves a challenge to go without sugar until Thanksgiving. We are going to try and be generally healthy in what we eat, but we really want to see if we can go without sugar. We split a celebratory orange roll tonight for our last hurrah. She being very steadfast and determined will probably do way better than I, who am forgetful and flighty. Hopefully she'll give me a hard time if I cheat or forget! Starting tomorrow! We can do it!

RAMALAMA BANG BANG

Ok, I know that I've been posting a lot of Youtube videos lately, but hey, it's my blog, and I'll do what I want! So, in case you didn't know, I'm completely obsessed with So You Think You Can Dance. Completely. The finale of this season did several recap dances from former seasons including this GEM! Wade Robson is a choreographic genius. I love him. He's in my top five favorite favorite choreographers on the show (Mia, Sonyah (I love her mohawk), Tabitha & Napoleon, and Tyce)

This song is strange, crazy and completely addictive. Seriously. I downloaded the song, and I cannot stop listening to it.

Enjoy! (well enjoy before Youtube takes it down for breaking copyright laws)

Also, once that beat starts bang banging, I cannot stop myself doing that zombie dance like they do down the stairs...it's really a sight to see.

Old, but fun!

This is from Coffee House Cabaret my senior year!  It was actually my 18th birthday.  I collaborated with my friends' band and we gathered up a few others.  I think it turned out pretty well.  (Besides my awkwardness, and lack of idea what to do with my arms haha)

Amazing.

This makes me cry every time I watch it.  I've never seen a dance where every every movement is so literal and so clear in defining the emotions of the subject portrayed.  Every movement makes perfect sense, and it is just heart wrenching and brilliant.

This really is awesome. really.

http://1000awesomethings.com/2009/08/13/701-when-you-hit-the-point-where-youre-comfortable-farting-around-each-other/

The Laugh Echo

I'm loathe to post something new on my blog, because that means Ian's amazing post won't be the first thing everyone sees. And I love it. But this is just too good not to share. When I'm feeling down or sad, or bored, I simply watch this baby, and immediately laugh until I cry. Every time. Without fail. I don't know, maybe I'm just immature, but most of my friends seem to love it as much as I do. Hopefully you will too.

WARNING!!!!

This Video causes SEVERE laugh-echo effects.  After viewing, you might find it replaying in your head, and have the wild and violent urge to laugh out loud in many inappropriate times and places, such as during a prayer in sacrament meeting, or during a class.

Another post from Guest Blogger, Ian Hansen.

Heidi L. Smith is currently in sunny California, and I am still in Hamden. For 3 days. Then I head to Provo to get my MTC on. But before I depart, I am pleased to venture into the blogosphere.

I was at first reluctant to accept Heidi's invitation to write on her blog. But slowly, the inviting turned to forceful asking, the forceful asking to threats, the threats to teary-eyed apologies, the apologies to worshipful pleading on bended knee. I finally decided to oblige the poor girl and grace her blog with this appearance.

Actually she just texted me her password and said hey feel like doing a blog? And I was down with the idea. But I like to think Heidi was on bended knee while she texted me.

I thought I might just explain how I came to know Heidi. Seeing as this is her blog, I doubt anyone reading this knows who I am. My name is Ian, and I met Heidi this summer here in Hamden. Actually, I had seen her a thousand times at BYU. I sang in the Men's Chorus this past school year, and Heidi (whom I did not know at the time) came multiple times a week to watch rehearsal. My roommate (also in Men's Chorus) often talked about that cute red haired girl who always sat in the corner. Heidi and I never actually met though.

And then the end of the semester came. I was headed "home" to wait out the long 3.5 months til my mission. I had graduated high school in my hometown, Duluth Minnesota. But my dad had just gotten a new job. So as I headed off for my first year of college, my family headed off to Hamden. I was not looking forward to the summer: working multiple jobs, and having all my friends back in Duluth.

It was in this spirit of downtroddenness (Dictionary.com confirms that this word exists) that I went church that first Sunday. I walked into the chapel, and saw that red haired girl. I thought of doing a Tiger Woods fist pump to celebrate. I didn't. But my mood changed a bit (a lot). I don't think even Heidi knows this next bit: I spent all of sacrament meeting and gospel doctrine thinking about how I would talk to her. I knew, of course, that I couldn't be like "hey I'm Ian you sat in Men's Chorus sometimes and watched us rehearse and me and my roommate thought you were attractive so hey", so I decided to pull the "wow you look familiar" thing, and then gradually let us figure out how I had seen her a million times. So I did just that after Gospel doctrine, slowly allowing the "where have I seen you" conversation to get to rehearsal, knowing full well that that was where I had seen her.

Needless to say, I felt good. But then a mist of wimpyness descended upon me, and did not lift until I finally sent her a very dorky Facebook message asking her on a date. So we ended up going out for ice cream (after our families had dinner together). As I was driving her home from getting ice cream where we had talked until it closed, I said "hey, I don't really feel like taking you home." Heidi said let's go hang on the playground of my old school. So we did. That first night, we talked til 1am on the playground. I had never clicked with someone like I did with Heidi.

For the next 2.5 months or so, Heidi and I hung out every single day. We both had jobs, but we worked around them. We hung out every single day, and I never once got tired of her. When we both had days off, we would hang out all day. When we both worked, we would hang when we were done, til one of us was falling asleep (or my angry mother would call). I'm pretty amazed she was cool with hangin' so much. I don't have the best of personalities. But I'm glad she was cool with it. I benefited so much from it.

You guys all know how awesome Heidi is. I've only known her for 3 or so months, but she is one of my favorite people. I leave on Wednesday to spend the next 2 years in the southern end of Chile. I will miss Heidi a lot. But I am so glad I was able to meet her.

Thanks for an incredible summer, Heidi.

-Ian

P.S. Heidi's password is really embarrassing. Make sure to ask her what it is, she will be thrilled.

Ready and Rarin'

Since when am I ready for school to start!? I can't wait, it seems so far away, and I just want to get started and into the swing of things. ARGH.

quick status report.

It's 12:30, I am at the Big Sky Lodge in Rapid Falls, South Dakota. My parents are sleeping. My dad is snoring a little.

This trip has been amazing so far. I am completely falling in love with America. It really is astounding how huge it is, how many places there are, and how different each place is. So many gorgeous thing to see, and fun things to do.

We started drove about 10 hrs the first day and paid a visit to Kirtland, Ohio. Cleveland is a pretty cool city too. We visited the temple, which was kind of weird. It's now owned by the Community of Christ, formerly the RLDS. For a place where so many amazing spiritual things happened, it really almost felt devoid of the Spirit. After we toured there, we went to historic Kirtland, owned by the LDS church. We stepped foot in the visitor's center, were greeted by an earnest missionary couple, and my parents immediately started to cry. The difference was palpable. That tour was so wonderful.

Then we stopped in Chicago. Hot, sticky, sweaty and AMAZING. Maybe my new favorite city. My life was changed when I finally saw, in person, a Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte, by Georges Seurat in the Institute of Art.

Then it was 13 hrs across the gorgeous farmlands of Wisconsin and Minnesota all the way to South Dakota. I spent much of this time conked out, leaning against the cooler that takes up more than half of the back seat which i currently feel like I'm living in. Fun though, I loved it.

Today we toured the Black Hills. The scenery was breathtaking. I think my favorite thing that we've seen so far is the Crazy Horse memorial. I'll write more about that later. We also drove through Custer Park and saw the amazing Mount Rushmore. Then we came back to our little hotel and sat in the hot tub for a much needed relaxer. Tomorrow we leave at 7 to drive to Yellow Stone! Please bless we don't get eaten by bears


I don't know if this made any sense. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight and I love you all! ...whoever reads this blog, and cares anyways haha

Out on the Open Road (For real this time!)

So now I bid goodbye to the land of green trees, rain and thunderstorms, the best pizza in the country, the ocean, humidity and some of the best people ever. The summer got off to a slow and impatient start for me. I wanted to go back to school immediately. I missed everything I'd left behind in Utah (well maybe not everything...my dorm room comes to mind) and was counting the days until I could leave. The summer turned out to be wonderful. I made new best friends, spent good time with my family, worked a cool job, learned to appreciate New Haven Connecticut, spent time at the beautiful beach, ate the best ice cream, had a wonderful calling, cut all my hair off, and ended up counting the days in trepidation, looking at the time when I would have to leave. Don't get me wrong, I'm really really excited about going on this road trip with my parents, and I'm so excited to go back to BYU and see my best friends and family, and progress in school, but this summer really was a winner (not in the sarcastic sense) it really was wonderful. Of course, much of this is to do with Ian Hansen, a new best friend that I met this summer. I'm very glad I came home this summer, and got to spend this time back here in Connecticut.
and we leave tomorrow at 6 AM!

Peter Pan? Tinkerbell? Whatever, I love it.

Before!


and...AFTER!

Hair.

Okay. So, since I chopped my hair senior year, I've realized that I generally look better with short hair. Since last fall, however, I've decided that I desperately want long hair, and have been longing (ha! pun) for it ever since. Now, don't ask me why, but the other day, I got a sudden urge to chop again. This time, though, even shorter. Like really short. Like boy short. Like pixie cut short. This is simultaneously terrifying and exciting. My hair can make or break a day for me. That sounds really shallow, but my hair reflects and influences me (probably more than it should, but oh well). My appointment to get it cut is this Thursday, and I have to admit, I've started to have second thoughts.
This was my original goal, before the chopping urge:

Annnd this is my new goal:


I don't think I'll back out, but I'm still having those nagging second thoughts, especially since my hair is the longest it's been in a couple of years, and happened to look good at church today. Also, cutting my hair that short will condemn me to short hair for at least the next two to three years while it grows out, not to mention some awkward growing out stages. Oh well, I'm still excited! Also, this will be marvelously easy for my road trip.

Guest Blogger

This week, on The Little Redhaired Girl, we have a guest blogger with us. Ian Hansen, the guitar playing, Men's Chorus singing, politic-loving (very liberal) future missionary of Southern Chile is here with us to share some thoughts...

Thought #1: Bear Grylls is so hot.
Thought #2: That introduction was maybe a 6 out of 10. Don't hit me Heidi. And don't read over my shoulder.
Thought #3: Maybe I should start my own blog.
Thought #4: Nope, too much work.
Thought #5: "I will question Bear Grylls all I want, damn it."-Heidi. Ain't she cute?
Thought #6: Having Heidi explain what denghi is to you, is a real treat. "It's like the worst diarrhea."
*DISCLAIMER: She has never herself experienced denghi. She wished that be made abundantly clear.
Thought #7: Riiiiiiiiight
Thought #8: The Smith basement is nice. The ceiling fan is my favorite part.
Thought #9: If I were Heidi, I would continue doing posts by "guest blogger Ian Hansen." I could get away with super self-congratulatory posts that way.
Thought #10: Eating pad thai takeout on the floor is the thing. Like my dad always said, "Son, when you can sit on the floor with a girl and eat pad thai with her, then you will know."
Thought #11: Progressive Insurance commercials are the worst. That Flo girl with the big name tag makes me feel so angry.
Thought #12: "What commercial doesn't make you angry?" -Heidi. She's a gem.
Thought #13: United Way commercials don't.
Thought #14: Okay seriously, Heidi Smith is the coolest girl I know. This has been an awesome summer. I am so glad I met her. She is going to make a dude very happy y'al
Thought #15: A fun game to play: Take movie titles, or famous quotes, and replace one word with the word "poop". Or another immature word. Example: "The only thing we have to fear is, poop itself." -FDR. Then go get a bowl cut and a Power Rangers backpack. You are now a child.

These are all the thoughts I can think of. Thank you for your time and God Bless America.

Oh What a Day is Today

I love Ingrid.

Gone Fishin'

My dad and I, in grand tradition, went fishing last Saturday on the beautiful West Haven, Connecticut shoreline.

While I was in Utah, I really missed the Ocean. I've never been to to Pacific ocean, but the crazy, New England Atlantic ocean and beaches are my favorite. We stopped at the hardcore bait shop that was always stop at, where these two tattooed, pierced, tanned and craggy old fishermen sat, watching "Yours, Mine and Ours" on the TV, commenting on how good of a movie it was. It just goes to show, you really can't judge a book by its cover. We bought a box of sandworms, and a whole bunker.

We got to a cement pier and set up. I think that sand worms are possibly the most wretched creatures on the face of the earth. They look like this:

Ok, lies. That's just how they seems to be to me sometimes. They look more like this.


Still pretty disgusting. I generally let my dad cut those up and put em on the hook for me, but I decided to man up, and do it myself. I, manfully, cut mine in half and, using the back end (the end without the pincher) impaled it, squirming, on the hook, successfully. I was also successful in getting worm blood all over my hand, and giving myself a world class case of the heebie jeebies. But I was proud of my accomplishments. My dad and I proceeded to fish for the next two and a half hours. The wind was really in rare form, and I had full body goosebumps, and couldn't feel the fantastic sunburn I was getting as a result. But look at us! We are fantastic anglers.
This is me and my dad, and our first catch of the day. Nothing much, you know.

This is one of my dad's catches of the day. Not too impressive. He was a little bitter. He was also wearing some fantastic pleated shorts. Oh that fashionista father of mine.

Here is me and my last catch of the day. My dad is not only bitter that my fish is bigger than his, but that my facial hair is much more impressive.

...okay. So we didn't catch anything. But isn't this was fishing is all about? Telling tall tales? Oh well. It was still a really fun daddy/daughter day. After we gave up, we thawed out at a seaside seafood restaurant and had mediocre fish, and I watched my rockin' sunburn develop. Good times.