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.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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Monday, June 8, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
My Future Part II (Wishful thinking)
haha. This was the first part of my future plans. beautifully rendered by Ingrid Michaelson. Now we look at the great musical Carousel, by Rodgers and Hammerstein. Oh to marry a fisherman who would drive me around in a boat as we sing a love song duet about our wonderful plans for the future! And though, Billy Bigelow and Julie Jordan (the couple at the front of the boat) are certainly more of an attractive couple, and their relationship is a little more interesting, Carrie and Mr. Snow's is just a little more appealing...and doesn't end in tragedy.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Could only happen to me.
For those of you who know me, this story is just typical. I've been doing a lot of babysitting jobs, and a few weeks back, I took out some money for tithing and set it on my desk, and forgot about it. A few days later, I couldn't find it anywhere. I had had a couple more jobs since then, so I just put more tithing on the desk with a slip and an envelope. The next day, I was blow drying my hair, and I heard this fluttering paper, turned around, and saw that the blow dryer had blown all the money off the desk. I think it blew the money into another dimension, because all I could find of the tithing was 2 one dollar bills. I looked all around my room, and it's nowhere to be found. I decided that I must have blown the other money away too. It's GONE. I feel like this could only happen to me, with my wonderful talent to lose things.
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