Monday, February 28, 2005
Enough of that....
Thom gave me another blog that is pretty interesting. One day I will add a link to it.
Word of the Day:
I am done with this for a while. I guess I will just make up something.
Harlot (there you go)
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Apparantly the Numa Numa guy (feautured in this post regrets making the video. Hey...this sentence is added (I am editing it) . You can't read the article unless you have an aol account, sor sorry It has became too popular, and he has the media calling him all the time. He says he can't sue anybody because he is the one that put it on the internet. He would have to sue himself. Go figure. Read the article here
I am too tired to do a real post. I randomy went to Terre Haute laste night to watch http://www.fiveapples.com and http://www.greatscottmusic.com . I really like five apples. They are really funny, and I really like Great Scott. What better th ing than them playing together? Right...so I got home around 4:30 a.inm. , and I had to be up to meet J. Reese at 7:30 to do the Polar Bear Run. Let's just say that it was the roughest five miles of my life. Let's just say that it is probably a better idea to get a good night's sleep the night before and to have a little bit of food and liquid (besides alcohol) in you system. It's all good though. I ran all five, and we beat our last time for a five mile race we had. Go me. Next week, it's a 10K. Mini time is coming...
Here are a few quizzes to leave you with...Since you are here actually reading, go ahead and take a quiz. These things are 100% accurate. (ha)
You Are 50% Left Brained, 50% Right Brained
The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.
Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.
If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.
Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.
The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.
Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.
If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.
Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.
You Belong in the USA
People either love you or hate you
And you really don't care what anyone thinks
Big and bold, you do things your way
Friday, February 25, 2005
.....Next, I am painfully offended by the boy brain/girl brain quiz. Games, quizzes, non-reseearch based 'self help' books, etc. completely reinforce sexual stereotypes!! Every meta-analytical text has supported the notion that more differences in cognitive ability exist between individuals than between the sexes!!! Of course, such research is not readily available to the public because who would want to buy a book entitled: "Both Men and Women are from Mars, but women's history of oppression and subordination has forced them to Venus: the lesser planet"?
Perhaps I should pursue educational psychology so I can implement gender studies programs for prepubescent children!
Ok, off my soap box and time to study!
Lotsa Lovin' -KRV
...remember the iron? Poor miguel...
Actually, both men and women are from earth.
Rosie? How come you have a rash of people that are just taking things too seriously? Man! Have some fun people.
To KRV. Actually, men and women are different. Neither is superior to the other, just diffent. Rather thean railing against, and in effect, ignoring those differences, my suggestion is to maximize them. That makes life more fun!
Nobody says men or women are superior to the other, just different.
EMBRACE YOUR WOMANHOOD! Use your feminine wiles to their maximum capability!
I agree with JB. Men and women are totally different. I have been pregnant 3 times and I pity men because they cannot enjoy the joys of being a woman. We get to cook, clean, birth children, take care of the children, do the laundry, and make sure out husbands look good, all while our husbands sit and enjoy TV and a beer. (ha ha)
Seriously, be glad you are different than men, just imagine being one. I also agree that all people are different not just gender. We would live in a boring world if we weren't different.
Ok..let's get some fun started....
go at it!
Thursday, February 24, 2005
"Thunder-stealing bastards (ATA), they are going bankrupt and they are still stealing clout from the Pacers. I am pretty pissed about it." scroll down for rest of story.
Ok, I am done with that little rant, but since I mentioned the Pacers, I can't go without mentioning Scot Pollard!!! He is my favorite. He didn't play at all last night though. That made me sad. Also, while we have the Triv mentioned in this post, I must also mention a quote his dad once said at the dinner table of his brother Robbie. Much discussion was going on at dinner on Robbie's sexual orientation. Robbie was then trying to blow out a candle. Rich (Triv's dad) said "Robbie can't be gay, he can't even blow out a candle." I lost it, we all lost it, and that quote will be infamous. That's all I have to say.
Word of the day:
ATA PLANE RACES SUCK
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
My super sweet friend Nick created the little picture above. It all goes back to his Star Trek shirt. If you don't know what I am talking about, here is a little excert from his post. .
Dad had given me this shirt for Xmas, to which I thought was actually cool, considering he picked it. So I decide to wear this shirt that night, being the all singing/all dancing crap that I am. I show up...only to have my shirt kicked down a peg by Rose. She said I looked like a person from Star Trek. It never dawned on me, but holy horse puckey, I did. I asked her for some foil, because wearing this shirt wouldn't be right unless I had the official insignia and the ability to contact Mr. Scott so he could therefore, beam me the hell up. You can check out the original story ->here<- or go see the shirt in all it's glory ->here<-
I think this is amazing. It makes me feel like a movie star. Oh yeah. My name is Sunflower Olson. How original. This makes me laugh. Maybe I am a huge nerd. It's all good though. Actually, I have never seen any of the star trek movies. I actually told my friend Nick that he needed to correct an error in his post. He had said Mr. Scott instead of Mr. Spock. Oh, I am a genius. He, in fact, meant Mr. Scott, as in "Beam me up, Scotty." I think that had to knock a few points off the nerd score. I actually have never seen any of the Star Wars or Lord of the Rings movies. I distinctly remember a certain Indian man saying to me:
How can you call yourself an American if you have never seen Star Wars. Even I have seen Star Wars back in 198? in India...
When he said this, I almost lost it. It kind of reminded me of the Indian guy in Van Wilder (which if you haven't seen it, it is a great movie). Ok...so back to whatever semi-logical (ha) point I was making. The above picture is pretty darn cool. Props to Wertzy!!! Oh yeah, I also love it that he named the post "Captain's Blog" instead of "Captain's log"
Ok...done with that...I must add in one more thing.
I was looking at the stats from my blog. Apparently somebody linked to my blog from google. If you search for the poochie lip disease, my blog is the very first choice. Somebody, for some random reason, searched for this and linked to my blog. This somebody was from Grand Rapids Baptist College. Unfortunatly, when you link to my blog from this link, you just get the whole entire blog. This meas that whoever this person had their eyes profaned by the naked people. They probably stained their culottes they were so upset. Ok, I am sorry, I just had to say that. It did make me laugh though.
word of the day:
Monday, February 21, 2005
A group of nudists eat together at a monthly 'Clothing Optional Dinner' at a New York City restaurant, Feb. 17, 2005. About 30 people arrived for the buffet dinner -- no hot soup on the menu -- most of them middle-aged, several married couples, some singles, the youngest perhaps in their 30s. Diners must bring something to sit on -- a towel or, for discerning women, an elegant silk scarf. (Mike Segar/Reuters)
Read the full story here...
Could this ever happen in Indianapolis? I don’t really think so. We are too conservative of a city. How awesome would it be though? I could see the conversation now. “What are you doing tonight?” “Oh, I am going to the new nude restaurant, do you want to check it out with me?” “Heck yes I do!” Kool, I would definitely go with you. Apparently, it isn’t the youngest, prettiest folk going to this place. As you can see from the picture above, the crowd is a bit older. I say we make a restaurant for young and old! Nudeness required. Is this bad of me? Probably, huh? Christians probably shouldn’t go to nude restaurants…it wouldn’t be the “right” thing to do. Too bad…because this restaurant is going to have bonnet night next month in honor of Easter!
Next month is our Easter bonnet event, where everybody has to come wearing an Easter bonnet," said Ordover, a heavyset man with a jovial smile and glasses.
Hmmm…Ordover…heavyset…maybe a nude restaurant isn’t such a good idea…or maybe it is…anybody in for it?
*On another note...I took a quiz...imagine that...
Your Brain is 33.33% Female, 66.67% Male
You have a total boy brain
Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts
And while your emotions do sway you sometimes...
You never like to get feelings too involved
Soooo...apparently I am more male than female...fun, huh? I think I could have told you that...I am so not girly...I am trying to get better though.
Word of the Day:
SmookerSmackSmeeSmuck (Thanks Big "C" Brian)
Make up a definition...be creative...be be creative.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Dad: I have learned a lot of this new rap music that is out
Me: Oh really?
Dad: To the window...
Me: Wow, that is a bad song.
Dad: To the wall...
Me: (thinking: holy crap)
Dad: Sweat rolls down and falls...
Me: (still thinking: I can't believe my dad is singing this)
Dad: and all these females crawl
Me: (still thinking: I really hope he doesn't sing the next line)
Dad: Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet
Me: (still thinking: oh he did, I can't believe my dad is singing this)
Me: Where did you learn this?
Dad: I went out with somebody for his 21st birthday and he kept singing this.
Dad: But we shouldn't sing that song because we have the Lord with us.
At this point I lost it. Note that he sang the edited version. Thank goodness. I am not sure what I would have done if had sang the real version. My dad is hilarious. He is moving to Broadripple. I can see him at the Vogue dancing it up. This is going to be great. I have so many more stories from my dad, but I know that you probably don't want to hear them. They are funny though. Parents are funny aren't they? I guess most of us would say our parents are crazy. I think I may be able to top you. I got an e-mail from my mom today. She got married yesterday. She is pretty crazy too. The whole family is. It is a wonder I turned out OK..or did I? I guess that is up to you to decide. Who thinks that their parents are crazy?
1. I really like water with lemon
2. I wish I could go to Princeton right now and visit Matt so he could watch a movie with me
3. our Christmas tree is still up in our living room.
4. at least we took the lights off of it.
5. giving up stuff for Lent is hard..I guess that is the point.
6. I locked my keys in my car..I am a genius
7. The sqare root of 12 is an irrational number
8. I can prove it for you if you want
9. I really like going to mass...
10. I miss Josh and Tyanna..I hope we hang out soon.
11. I probably should stop typing now
12. This is one of the most dreadful posts ever
13. Even though it is awful, please comment still...that makes me happy
Word of the day:
make up your own again..I promise next post I will be on it again. I know you care so much.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
*It all started in 1999. I got my first car. It was a cute little purplish pink 94 tracker. I was paying payments on it to my evil step dad. One day, I went outside to go to school and my car was gone. My step dad let me believe that it had been stolen when in all reality; he had taken the money I had been giving him and NOT paying the payments. It had in fact been repossessed.
*I went without a car for a little while when my step dad told me he had taken the "insurance money" (ha) from the tracker and bought me a nice perfectly good 1990 Nissan sentra. It was either this car or no car. I had no choice because my step dad and mom would not give me rides anywhere, so I took it. I still had to pay for this one, so I was giving payments to my step dad.
This car was a piece of poo. I leaked oil, the sunroof leaked; the battery and the cables attached to the battery would continuously come apart so I would have to get out of my car while I was on the road somewhere to fix that. My timing belt broke, I had radiator issues, and the list could go on and on. Everyday, something else broke.
*Freshman year of college, my mom tells me she is going to give me 2000 dollars for Christmas to find a new car so I could have a car at school. She feels bad for what my step dad did. I get a 1994 Nissan sentra. As far as how it ran, this was a bright spot in my car history. It lasted me from January of '01 to November/December of '04. At this point, it just quit on me and we sold it to an Asian guy name Jim. However, in those 3 years, I had 2 CD players stolen from me, both at my grandma's house. One time, I left my face plate on, and they unlocked my car and got in and took it. The other time, on my 21st birthday, I came home real quick for about 15 minutes in between getting my license renewed and a doctor’s appointment to get some breakfast. I left my windows down and my CD player in because I was only gone a short time. I came back, and it was gone. I cried.
*After it quit, I got a 1993 Mitsubishi Eclipse. This car LOOKED cool, but once I had it about a month, it decided that it wanted to get a crack in the radiator. We got that fixed, and then the engine decided it didn't want to work anymore. In the short time I had this car; I had yet another CD player stolen. This time, I had my alarm on, my doors off, and my face plate with me, they just took the radio. I was so mad; I decided never to get a CD player in my car again. Brian T. was so sweet to me, he got me a tape player for my car and a portable CD player to go with it. These never got used though because I ended up never needing them.
*After that car quit, I had to borrow my dad's 87 Crown Victoria. This car was a piece of work. EVERYTHING was wrong with it, and that almost made it sweet. I will spare you the details right now, but if you as me nice enough in the comments, I will give you the details. I did win Colts tickets for it being the worst car in Indianapolis.
*Now, if you are still reading, this is where the story really starts. The car I have now, I got because I didn't want to have to worry about it breaking down. I was sick of all the issues of was having with cars. I was correct; I don't have to worry about it breaking down. However, I have only had the car a year, and in that year, somebody has backed out of their driveway and sideswiped my car, putting a big dent in it and taking out a mirror. I got that fixed. Then somebody shot my window with a BB gun and broke it. I still don't have that fixed. Then I had two good tires get ruined by a pothole or something. THEN today, I go out to my car and somebody freakin hit my car again. Now, there is a huge dent in my door again. The same door that was fixed before. I am so mad, and kind of weirded out that I am not that mad because it seems to be commonplace in my life. Now, I have to spend a huge chunk of money paying my deductible and getting my window fixed. I will gladly accept donations.
This is why I think I am cursed.
word of the day:
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
In the following story, I will change the names (or not mention any at all) to protect the not so innocent. There were a few people that were to be taking a business trip of to detroit. While they were there, they decided to go accross the border into Canada to go to a casino. The decided to drive one of the people's vans to Canada. They went, and then made it back and everything was ok. On a little tangent, the reason why that sign is there is because they saw a sign much like this while they were in the great country of Canada. They said it was like a book, and it basically did not tell you anything that wasn't common sense. Ok..back to the story that was at hand. The next day, while two of the guys were loading up the van, they open up the back of the van and there is a case. It looks much like a gun case. They think to themselves "is that what I think it is?" They decide to open the case, and yep..inside is a gun. Ha..the owner of the van is not the one who drove accross the border and back. So he let another guy smuggle his gun in Canada and then out. Ok, maybe the story would be funnier for some of you if you had names. However, i don't want customs to read my blog, which I am sure they do, and come after them. I will just change the name of one individual and you can let your imagination go from there. The owner of the van, we will call him "my boss," was the owner of the gun who let his fellow employees almost get in trouble for smuggling weapons accross the border. He could have been a terrorist. Canada could all be in flames because they let him accross. America could be too because the U.S. customs let him back in. What a crazy world we live in. By the way, if you are still reading this incredibly random post, you can make your own custom sign (much like the one above at http://www.electromark.com/indexstock.asp. Make some signs..it could be fun..
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
word of the day:
Saturday, February 12, 2005
baby got book (watch it NOW!!)
Now, on to my word of the day.
JB did not know what culottes are, and he suggested that I make it the word of the day. I will give you the link to look it up, but I will also explain what they are.
Here is the link:
now on to my description.
Culottes are these knee length things that are incredibly full (like a skirt) but are like shorts. They generally are pleated and seem to be homemade a lot. Because of this, when you are around a group of people (like the strict Baptists) that wear culottes a lot, you see all kinds of crazy fabric designs. (Things such as veggie tales, tweetie bird, whatever you can think of)When I would wear culottes to school in the winter, people would make fun of me because I was wearing shorts. I remember when I was in high school (and allowed to wear pants); we had a youth activity with my church where the girls were not going to be allowed to wear pants. We could wear knee length shorts. Trust me; this is NOT the same as culottes. I actually liked some of my knee length shorts. I was bringing a friend a long on this (SARAH T.!), and she did not own any knee length shorts. She also could not borrow mine because I am much shorter than her. So, somebody from my church let her borrow a pair of culottes. They were hideous. They had tweetie bird all over them, and it was extremely funny. Here is the point to this story. Making people conform to your standards before they enter your church is not an effective way to reach people. Sarah just thought the rules were funny and ridiculous. What makes us so special that we can place rules like that on people who simply want to visit? Alright...that is all I am going to say. I wish Sarah read this so she could say something about those darn culottes...Kristin get on it!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
We will start off with the wiggle worm...
Have you seen a wiggle worm?
Smaller than a tiny germ
He has got a great big appetite
Though he isn’t very big
He eats more than any pig
Always looking for someone to bite!
Now on to I love broccoli...
I love broccoli
It’s such a tasty sight
And liver makes me quiver
With sheer delight
I always clean my plate
Morning noon and night
I’m thankful for each bite
Now a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...
Give me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...mmm
A peanut butter and jelly sandwich...ahhhh
It tastes so fine just anytime
in a plane..in a car..With a bowl of caviar!
Remember your manners...
Remember your manners because it is right
Remember your manners it's a Christian delight
Little by little...
Little by little, inch by inch
By the yard it's hard
By the inch it's a cinch...
The poochie lip disease...
The poochie lip will get you if you don't watch out
The poochie lip will get you if you start to pout
So take this little tip, please control that lower lip
And stop the poochie lip disease...
I could go on and on...but I am sure you are shaking your head going please stop! Please stop!
Especially if your name is Brian T. He hates it most of all!
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
even if I don't speak to you that often,
you must post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want,
it can be good or bad,
just so long as it happened.
Well, you have read this far, so I guess a memory must be left. Thank you Laura and Lindsay for letting me hijack this from your blogs. Well, I took it from Lindsay's but I first saw it on Laura's. I hope everybody is having a wonderful day.
word of the day:
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Apparently, according to a random post on how to blog, I am an awful blogger. Who cares? It is my blog, I can be awful if I want. I am, however, going to post a picture (which is good blogging practice). Why? This picture is hilarious! I got it from www.greenporch.com. This is a website containing pictures of my friend Tony and his mission trip he is on right now. (He is in Hondurus). The site belongs to another guy who is on the trip. Ok..back to the picture. I dont really ever think about friars having good normal fun. This guy is all geared up to hit the pinata. There was another picture on the site of a friar wearing a pinata on his head. Crazy crazy..I love it. It makes me laugh!
Here are a few random things that don't deserve their own post:
1. I took the nerd test again, hoping that my nerdiness would decrease. Apparently, it freakin increase. It said I was 90% nerd which makes me a supreme nerd. Grrr.. this is out of control. I would like to think of myself as a cool nerd...can you say that?
2. I don't care if I am becoming a pacers groupie. How many people can say that they are a pacers groupie? I love it and I love the pacers! I love Scot Pollard mostest!
3. I also don't care if I am becoming a quiz whore. Some days I am bored, and quizzes kill time. Plus, I think the pictures are pretty.
4. If you are confused by the two thoughts above, see comment. That will clear things up.
5. I do think blogger is better than Xanga.
6. k...That's all.
word of the day:
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Your Dominant Intelligence is Logical-Mathematical Intelligence
You are great at finding patterns and relationships between things.
Always curious about how things work, you love to set up experiments.
You need for the world to make sense - and are good at making sense of it.
You have a head for numbers and math ... and you can solve almost any logic puzzle.
You would make a great scientist, engineer, computer programmer, researcher, accountant, or mathematician.
They should make high schoolers take this test. I would say it is pretty dang accurate. Who would have known that my dominant intelligence was math and science? I think that is what my parents were grooming me for when I was born. Did they put me in sports? No, they freakin' bought me a rock tumbler, a microscope, a telescope, a planetarium, a volcano kit, a laboratory kit, oh and the list goes on and on. Did they enroll me in sports? No...They sent me off to art lessons and music lessons, oh yeah, and 4-H. How about a sports camp? Nope..space camp every year baby! Yes parents..please make me into the biggest nerd ever!!!! (See nerd score to the side of this post) Problem now is I love sports. I love running, biking, soccer, or whatever. I just am not the greatest because I haven't been doing it my whole life. Oh well, I will make it through that mini-marathon in May. Also GO PACERS!!!!!
I know all of you have dearly missed it..soooo...
Word of the Day:
Friday, February 04, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Word of the Day: