Here is my latest blog.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lI0J4Sbxi2k
It says that his name is Albert, but I think we all will call him something else. It is still hard for me to really picture this going on, but I will take your word for it. I think Lauren should get one of these for her bedroom, just for the memories.
Adam Jones strikes again.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
I wear my sunglasses at night
As you can imagine relatively easily, tto weekend was a success. Where some of my wishes lacked, others extended far beyond expectations. As a whole, it ranks somewhere between team o tupper lake trip #4627829 and kmo's birthday party weekend. Sadly, no new acro's were made, but we did manage to reintroduce arbor mist to our blood streams. The exotic fruits blend had a relatively good conversation with my veins. Something along the lines of "oh hi, last time we met I was able to convince this focker to get a nose ring, what do you think we can make her do this time?"
But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
Friday March 27, 2009
After a funny night with my birth family that involved me putting on a 2 hour show with props including wine, a baguette, a can of whipped cream, and some whiskey, I give m1 a call at our normal maxx out time - 8:30 am. Not surprisingly, she has been circling my moms house for 45 minutes with her grande coffee flavored sugar milk. I grab a banana, throw on a mismatching outfit, and run outside screaming over my shoulder
"bye mom, see you on Sunday"
I get in the car and m1 is obvi in a matching pink sports bra/tank/black pants with a pink stripe (no packy she wasn't wearing her lifting gloves). I am wearing a 4 year old red shirt and stretch pants with a hole in the knee (why do my stretch pants always get holes? Because furniture was invented for the sole reason of me running into it and tearing delicate clothing). Oh yeah, and a headband thing I got in Amsterdam with hippie shit all over it. Atleast I applied the full face.
We go to the gym and force our way through a 30 minute elliptical session as we maxx out on throwing everything besides ourselves under the bus. After the gym we skip the showers and head to target to pick up things m2 told m1 she needed to buy. This is where we began our encounter with frederick's most recent phenomenon. The lack of clothing that is ever supposed to be worn outside of the 4H club.
After target, we head over to the fsk mall, reapply our full faces at the makeup counters in macy's, and start looking for the evenings attire.
Macy's - flowery chiffon tops with pastel heels with rhinestones? I'll pass.
Mcdonalds - obese people eating filet-o-fishes at 10:30 am. Coffee please.
Charlote rousse - American apparel colorways (Finn woulda loved it) + forever 21 style wannabes + designers that graduated from university of pheonix online = the best fashion statements i've seen in awhile (violently shaking head no) And 2 for 10 sunglasses. We get 2 pairs.
Express - spring clearance rack 2001 called, they want their party tops back.
Gap - Guess this recession has made you the new old navy. Thank god I didn't have to see what kinda shit show old navy is churning out.
We leave the mall, empty handed, and head downtown for some lunch and more shopping. I think you can imagine how this went based on the picture of kristins outfit in the previous post. Atleast we got iced tea dudes.
Tired and disappointed we head back to m1s townhouse to f around with Zoe for a bit. And pretend we are watching tv even though we are doing everything in our ability to not look at it. (aside from my 10 minute obsession with watching bobby flay teach ellen how to cook) We decide to raid m1s closet for things to wear. 15 minutes later I am wearing one of m2s dresses from 1988 and m1 has on a black velvet prom dress. Tpbbf.
Then we get the 'brilliant' (subjective term) idea to go to rugged wearhouse to find our evening party wear. The best thing I encounter this trip is the door on my way out.
M1 drops me off at my moms house so I can hang out for awhile and pick up my stuff. An hour later I have stolen my little brothers car and am back at m1s house getting ready for the evenings affairs.
Kmo shows up 8 hours late, m1 steals everything she brought and puts it on immediatley so kmo has to find a new outfit. We head out the door for our team meeting over margaritas at lapaz.
For the few of you who aren't aware of the 'lapaz guide to dining out' it involves eating so much chips and salsa that you can get through the meal by ordering a $3 taco and then spending the rest of your disposable income on handmade margaritas.
Pacman Jones shows up 3 minutes after we arrive. He is dressed to impress, probably to compete with the 3 of us, and has his sailor mouth ready to make everyone else in our section wonder what they have done to deserve this torture. (just kidding they wanted to be us just kidding they just wanted to ask kmo on a date just kidding they just wanted to make sure it wasn't raining outside just kidding they brought their own hot sauce)
MH makes a quick appearance, obviously bringing props. A team olson dictionary with a lonely entry (tiu) and the original letter from chris at soccer camp. And of course 73664663728 stories about ridiculous shit she is doing now/we have done in the past.
2d makes an appearance toward the end of the meal, and immediatley checks my iphone for all of the latest apps. I impress him with the 'around me' application that, among many things, tells you where the closest apple retail store is. Guarantee that was on his iPhone within 15 minutes of his departure.
So we wrap up our meal and head on over to griffs for a typs evening of loud music, awkward encounters, and long bar lines.I dunno how else to explain the evenings events but place them in a list, so here it goes:
1. Every time I drink vodka I swear it will be the last time. So what do I order? Vodka sprite of course.
2. A elementary/middle school friend of ours is spotted. Kmo and I have mixed reviews on this subject - so I go say hi and am introduced to her husband. Duh - recognize you from bookface dude
3. Meerkat neck times 4
4. 2 fubared people dry humping and sucking face so hard 2.67 inches from my face. Insert awkward amo face here.
5. Kmo and amo double fisting miller lites. Volume 1.
6. Pacman and amo compete in the dance competition. I'm gonna call a solid win on this one.
7. 467753 compliments on my charlotte rousse sunglasses. C7R
At this point we head over to c-anal cause it's last call at griffs. I run into my exexex boyfriends friends who corner me for a quick maxxout questionaire. We get over this scene fast, get into the creepiest cab ride of our lives, and head back to m1s house. I'm gonna go ahead and skip the deets of the cab ride and let your imagination run wild based on the someecard post below.
Saturday March 28, 2009
Wake up too early, get some breakfast and head back to the blood relatives for the day. This involved dinner with my dad and co. At ditches dungeon where I had the Maryland crab cake I had been craving since Xmas and the 2 glasses of cab I had been craving since 5pm. About 20 minutes into dinner I get a text "ok manns listen up it's team olson time" loves it. I finish up dinner and sneakily get my brother to drop me off with the team.
I have no clue what we are possibly going to get into. I meet them at glory days on 7th street for a beer. They are with 2 of our friends. I will name them rt's-cuz and fifi. Rt's-cuz is willing to drive us to this place called cancun cantina in hagersten. If you aren't aware of what this place is (I certaintly wasn't) it is a country line dance bar (club??) in a town 20 miles from frederick who's redneck's can only be described as if someone took a fredneck and deepfried them in bacon fat and then dipped them in self tanner.
Kmo, m1, and I go to the bathroom, and during this time rt's-cuz and fifi have gone to the liquor store and gotten some 40s and a large bottle of exotic fruits Arbor mist. Aallllllllllrrriiiiggghhhhhttttttyyyyyy then. Cause that's not a maxx out or anything. M1 is really into this and immediatley chugs the whole bottle (shakes head no). So we board the bus and start on our trek to senior week. I mean cancun. I mean hagersten. (can we discuss why it's called cancun cantina? Since when do they country line dance in Mexico?) the car ride is a trip down memory lane as we recall all of the field party memories from high school. Such classy times from our lives.
We arrive at this bar to discover that they have a shuttle that will come pick you up at your car and drive you to the door. This probably makes you think that the parking lot is huge, right? Yea, not so much. Guarantee that the furthest possible walk from vehicle to door was 50 meters. Does this start to give you a picture to who frequents the cantina?
The place is awesome. LED lights on palm trees EVERYWHERE. I feel like I am in cancun. Or Nashville. Or maybe just Newport Kentucky. We go inside. Blacklights. Everywhere. Why didn't anyone tell me to wear my white jumpsuit!! Remember planetarium day in elementary school when you would wear as much white and neon as possible so u would glow the coolest in the black light hallway? Or was I the only one that did that?
Again, it's list time:
1. Vodka sprite again. FML.
2. There is a guy who might be 5'-4" and 115 lbs. With a camera bag around his neck and a giant cowboy hat. Def one to watch for if you want to end up in pictures on their website. Too bad I didn't wear my team o shirt for publicity. That neon pink would have looked good in blacklight.
3. Meerkat neck times 5.
4. 8282736 hagersten locals dancing choreographed numbers.
5. Kmo and amo double fisting. Volume 2.
6. Amo tries to dance with the group. FAIL.
7. Music switches from country to 99.5 top 40
8. Kmo and amo do single ladies dance. I think we might have sent out the wrong impression. Tpbbf.
9. Kmo and amo get booted off the dance floor because we are drinking on it.
10. We decide drinking is more important, and stay off the dance floor
11. Camera guy is loitering by our group. He wants in and starts talking to him. I can't remember for the life of me what we talked about. But I know what we should have talked about. Oral hygeine.
12. Last call comes. We finish our drinks and head back to m1s house
13. Rt's-cuz and fifi come along
14. Shots of arbor mist??
15. Smbotto drunk dial?
16. Putting on office and ignoring it a second time
17. Getting negative 4487 hours of sleep
That's about all that happened this tto weekend. I hope you enjoyed the stories :) I had so much fun, I'm so happy you stayed Saturday night kmo :)
I miss you all already. Let's not make it 4 months til we see eachother again. Xoxoxox.
-- Post From Amo's iPhone
But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
Friday March 27, 2009
After a funny night with my birth family that involved me putting on a 2 hour show with props including wine, a baguette, a can of whipped cream, and some whiskey, I give m1 a call at our normal maxx out time - 8:30 am. Not surprisingly, she has been circling my moms house for 45 minutes with her grande coffee flavored sugar milk. I grab a banana, throw on a mismatching outfit, and run outside screaming over my shoulder
"bye mom, see you on Sunday"
I get in the car and m1 is obvi in a matching pink sports bra/tank/black pants with a pink stripe (no packy she wasn't wearing her lifting gloves). I am wearing a 4 year old red shirt and stretch pants with a hole in the knee (why do my stretch pants always get holes? Because furniture was invented for the sole reason of me running into it and tearing delicate clothing). Oh yeah, and a headband thing I got in Amsterdam with hippie shit all over it. Atleast I applied the full face.
We go to the gym and force our way through a 30 minute elliptical session as we maxx out on throwing everything besides ourselves under the bus. After the gym we skip the showers and head to target to pick up things m2 told m1 she needed to buy. This is where we began our encounter with frederick's most recent phenomenon. The lack of clothing that is ever supposed to be worn outside of the 4H club.
After target, we head over to the fsk mall, reapply our full faces at the makeup counters in macy's, and start looking for the evenings attire.
Macy's - flowery chiffon tops with pastel heels with rhinestones? I'll pass.
Mcdonalds - obese people eating filet-o-fishes at 10:30 am. Coffee please.
Charlote rousse - American apparel colorways (Finn woulda loved it) + forever 21 style wannabes + designers that graduated from university of pheonix online = the best fashion statements i've seen in awhile (violently shaking head no) And 2 for 10 sunglasses. We get 2 pairs.
Express - spring clearance rack 2001 called, they want their party tops back.
Gap - Guess this recession has made you the new old navy. Thank god I didn't have to see what kinda shit show old navy is churning out.
We leave the mall, empty handed, and head downtown for some lunch and more shopping. I think you can imagine how this went based on the picture of kristins outfit in the previous post. Atleast we got iced tea dudes.
Tired and disappointed we head back to m1s townhouse to f around with Zoe for a bit. And pretend we are watching tv even though we are doing everything in our ability to not look at it. (aside from my 10 minute obsession with watching bobby flay teach ellen how to cook) We decide to raid m1s closet for things to wear. 15 minutes later I am wearing one of m2s dresses from 1988 and m1 has on a black velvet prom dress. Tpbbf.
Then we get the 'brilliant' (subjective term) idea to go to rugged wearhouse to find our evening party wear. The best thing I encounter this trip is the door on my way out.
M1 drops me off at my moms house so I can hang out for awhile and pick up my stuff. An hour later I have stolen my little brothers car and am back at m1s house getting ready for the evenings affairs.
Kmo shows up 8 hours late, m1 steals everything she brought and puts it on immediatley so kmo has to find a new outfit. We head out the door for our team meeting over margaritas at lapaz.
For the few of you who aren't aware of the 'lapaz guide to dining out' it involves eating so much chips and salsa that you can get through the meal by ordering a $3 taco and then spending the rest of your disposable income on handmade margaritas.
Pacman Jones shows up 3 minutes after we arrive. He is dressed to impress, probably to compete with the 3 of us, and has his sailor mouth ready to make everyone else in our section wonder what they have done to deserve this torture. (just kidding they wanted to be us just kidding they just wanted to ask kmo on a date just kidding they just wanted to make sure it wasn't raining outside just kidding they brought their own hot sauce)
MH makes a quick appearance, obviously bringing props. A team olson dictionary with a lonely entry (tiu) and the original letter from chris at soccer camp. And of course 73664663728 stories about ridiculous shit she is doing now/we have done in the past.
2d makes an appearance toward the end of the meal, and immediatley checks my iphone for all of the latest apps. I impress him with the 'around me' application that, among many things, tells you where the closest apple retail store is. Guarantee that was on his iPhone within 15 minutes of his departure.
So we wrap up our meal and head on over to griffs for a typs evening of loud music, awkward encounters, and long bar lines.I dunno how else to explain the evenings events but place them in a list, so here it goes:
1. Every time I drink vodka I swear it will be the last time. So what do I order? Vodka sprite of course.
2. A elementary/middle school friend of ours is spotted. Kmo and I have mixed reviews on this subject - so I go say hi and am introduced to her husband. Duh - recognize you from bookface dude
3. Meerkat neck times 4
4. 2 fubared people dry humping and sucking face so hard 2.67 inches from my face. Insert awkward amo face here.
5. Kmo and amo double fisting miller lites. Volume 1.
6. Pacman and amo compete in the dance competition. I'm gonna call a solid win on this one.
7. 467753 compliments on my charlotte rousse sunglasses. C7R
At this point we head over to c-anal cause it's last call at griffs. I run into my exexex boyfriends friends who corner me for a quick maxxout questionaire. We get over this scene fast, get into the creepiest cab ride of our lives, and head back to m1s house. I'm gonna go ahead and skip the deets of the cab ride and let your imagination run wild based on the someecard post below.
Saturday March 28, 2009
Wake up too early, get some breakfast and head back to the blood relatives for the day. This involved dinner with my dad and co. At ditches dungeon where I had the Maryland crab cake I had been craving since Xmas and the 2 glasses of cab I had been craving since 5pm. About 20 minutes into dinner I get a text "ok manns listen up it's team olson time" loves it. I finish up dinner and sneakily get my brother to drop me off with the team.
I have no clue what we are possibly going to get into. I meet them at glory days on 7th street for a beer. They are with 2 of our friends. I will name them rt's-cuz and fifi. Rt's-cuz is willing to drive us to this place called cancun cantina in hagersten. If you aren't aware of what this place is (I certaintly wasn't) it is a country line dance bar (club??) in a town 20 miles from frederick who's redneck's can only be described as if someone took a fredneck and deepfried them in bacon fat and then dipped them in self tanner.
Kmo, m1, and I go to the bathroom, and during this time rt's-cuz and fifi have gone to the liquor store and gotten some 40s and a large bottle of exotic fruits Arbor mist. Aallllllllllrrriiiiggghhhhhttttttyyyyyy then. Cause that's not a maxx out or anything. M1 is really into this and immediatley chugs the whole bottle (shakes head no). So we board the bus and start on our trek to senior week. I mean cancun. I mean hagersten. (can we discuss why it's called cancun cantina? Since when do they country line dance in Mexico?) the car ride is a trip down memory lane as we recall all of the field party memories from high school. Such classy times from our lives.
We arrive at this bar to discover that they have a shuttle that will come pick you up at your car and drive you to the door. This probably makes you think that the parking lot is huge, right? Yea, not so much. Guarantee that the furthest possible walk from vehicle to door was 50 meters. Does this start to give you a picture to who frequents the cantina?
The place is awesome. LED lights on palm trees EVERYWHERE. I feel like I am in cancun. Or Nashville. Or maybe just Newport Kentucky. We go inside. Blacklights. Everywhere. Why didn't anyone tell me to wear my white jumpsuit!! Remember planetarium day in elementary school when you would wear as much white and neon as possible so u would glow the coolest in the black light hallway? Or was I the only one that did that?
Again, it's list time:
1. Vodka sprite again. FML.
2. There is a guy who might be 5'-4" and 115 lbs. With a camera bag around his neck and a giant cowboy hat. Def one to watch for if you want to end up in pictures on their website. Too bad I didn't wear my team o shirt for publicity. That neon pink would have looked good in blacklight.
3. Meerkat neck times 5.
4. 8282736 hagersten locals dancing choreographed numbers.
5. Kmo and amo double fisting. Volume 2.
6. Amo tries to dance with the group. FAIL.
7. Music switches from country to 99.5 top 40
8. Kmo and amo do single ladies dance. I think we might have sent out the wrong impression. Tpbbf.
9. Kmo and amo get booted off the dance floor because we are drinking on it.
10. We decide drinking is more important, and stay off the dance floor
11. Camera guy is loitering by our group. He wants in and starts talking to him. I can't remember for the life of me what we talked about. But I know what we should have talked about. Oral hygeine.
12. Last call comes. We finish our drinks and head back to m1s house
13. Rt's-cuz and fifi come along
14. Shots of arbor mist??
15. Smbotto drunk dial?
16. Putting on office and ignoring it a second time
17. Getting negative 4487 hours of sleep
That's about all that happened this tto weekend. I hope you enjoyed the stories :) I had so much fun, I'm so happy you stayed Saturday night kmo :)
I miss you all already. Let's not make it 4 months til we see eachother again. Xoxoxox.
-- Post From Amo's iPhone
Friday, March 27, 2009
We found your outfit for tonight kmo
We think it will look really good on you.
-- Post From Amo's iPhone
-- Post From Amo's iPhone
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Amo has arrived
I'm about to mbo on the metro I'm so excited!!
Things I'm looking forward to:
1. Lapaz fucking margos
2. Visiting the barbra fritchies landmark where a waitress spilled water on kmo
3. New toothbrush ZOMG
4. Making a scene dancing/laughing/yelling/picture taking at griffs or wherever the fuck we decide to go
5. Wearing my team o shirt everywhere ( I brought the grey/pink one OG STYLE)
6. people watching at TR with m1. ( basically throwing everything that walks by under the bus)
7. Team o dinner feat. Pacman jones
8. New acro's I'm tired of the old ones
9. Another new bookface pic cfl
10. Whatever else this tto weekend has to offer!
Xoxo I'll call you soon m1
-- Post From Amo's iPhone
Things I'm looking forward to:
1. Lapaz fucking margos
2. Visiting the barbra fritchies landmark where a waitress spilled water on kmo
3. New toothbrush ZOMG
4. Making a scene dancing/laughing/yelling/picture taking at griffs or wherever the fuck we decide to go
5. Wearing my team o shirt everywhere ( I brought the grey/pink one OG STYLE)
6. people watching at TR with m1. ( basically throwing everything that walks by under the bus)
7. Team o dinner feat. Pacman jones
8. New acro's I'm tired of the old ones
9. Another new bookface pic cfl
10. Whatever else this tto weekend has to offer!
Xoxo I'll call you soon m1
-- Post From Amo's iPhone
Monday, March 23, 2009
sounds like you have a couple facebookemon's finn
today's urban dictionary word of the day.
March 23: Facebookemon
The term used for the collection of people, on your Facebook friends list, that you don t actually talk to or know in real life. Related to popular tv program and game pokeamon, where the aim is to collect as many diffrent Pocket Monsters as possible.
Dave - "Hey, my friends collection is getting up to two hundred"
Steve - "How many do you really know? go admit it, most of them are Facebookemon"
John - "Gotta catch em all, gotta catch em all"
Sunday, March 22, 2009
two things, er.... three
one: i'm brushing my teeth right now
(some evidence... sadly this was the most attractive picture i could take)
and now to pull out the haterade
two: so i'm going to this weekly club thing tomorrow night called rehab, great name for a party on a monday, and was going through the guest list to see if anybody i know would be going. and well no they won't be but there's this picture of a guy that looks like a huge douche bag and i think to myself, "what a dbag". it appears we also have "1 mutual friend" i go to see who it is, and it just so happens to be one of the biggest dbags on my friend list (gotta keep those around for stalking purposes). anyways point is i love it when i'm right.
three: this sweet shirt on the right is now owned by me
i guess i can stop brushing my teeth now.
to ALL, FYA! and to ALL a good-night!
-sbmotto/finn/professional model
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
that what she said, itb?
what do you do when you're durnk at 1:21 in the morning and just made yourself some french fries????? you drwon em in catsup thast what. i would drink more more but i thin kt hat would be a bad idea b/c i have to go to work in the mroning so im just gonna eat a lot. its like being high but im drunk instead. it all tastes teh same
thats what she said
HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY!!
as team olson's most irish member, i sure hope you all are wearing green and planning a big night!!
wish we could all celebrate it together!!
xoxo, amo
wish we could all celebrate it together!!
xoxo, amo
let's go camping!
and sleep in these! tpbbf. too bad this was the only one made, so we will have to make our own. at least i have 5 months til the beach.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Can you imagine what the documentary would be like if we all had one of these?
I think we should get cameras fitted onto all of our sunglasses. Team O Vacay 2009 - live video blog here we come!!
From NYTimes:
One-eyed Filmmaker Conceals Camera in Prosthetic
Filed at 2:11 p.m. ET
BRUSSELS (AP) -- A one-eyed documentary filmmaker is preparing to work with a video camera concealed inside a prosthetic eye, hoping to secretly record people for a project commenting on the global spread of surveillance cameras.
Canadian Rob Spence's eye was damaged in a childhood shooting accident and it was removed three years ago. Now, he is in the final stages of developing a camera to turn the handicap into an advantage.
A fan of the 1970s televsion series ''The Six Million Dollar Man,'' Spence said he had an epiphany when looking at his cell phone camera and realizing something that small could fit into his empty eye socket.
With the camera tucked inside a prosthetic eye, he hopes to be able to record the same things he sees with his working eye, his muscles moving the camera eye just like his real one.
Spence said he plans to become a ''human surveillance machine'' to explore privacy issues and whether people are ''sleepwalking into an Orwellian society.''
He said his subjects won't know he's filming until afterward but he will have to receive permission from them before including them in his film.
His special equipment will consist of a camera, originally designed for colonoscopies, a battery and a wireless transmitter. It's a challenge to get everything to fit inside the prosthetic eye, but Spence has had help from top engineers, including Steve Mann, who co-founded the wearable computers research group at Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
The camera was provided by Santa Clara, California-based OmniVision Inc., a company that specializes in the miniature cameras found in cell phones, laptops and endoscopes.
Zafer Zamboglu, staff technical product manager at OmniVision, said he thinks that success with the eye camera will accelerate research into using the technology to restore vision to blind people.
''We believe there's a good future in the prosthetic eye,'' he said.
The team expects to get the camera to work in the next month. Spence, who jokingly calls himself ''Eyeborg,'' told reporters at a media conference in Brussels that the camera hidden in a prosthetic eye -- the same pale hazel color as his real one -- would also let him capture more natural conversations than he would with a bulky regular camera.
''As a documentary maker, you're trying to make a connection with a person,'' he says, ''and the best way to make a connection is through eye contact.''
But Spence also acknowledged privacy concerns.
''The closer I get to putting this camera eye in, the more freaked out people are about me,'' he said, adding people aren't sure they want to hang around someone who might be filming them at any time.''
team olson takes over rotten tomatoes
The latest column we are starting is going to feature movie reviews. I have to review this movie.
Let me start with saying this movie is class f acting but has an a+ message. With our parents divorcing after a case of infidelity it gave me hope in my own life. The movie really does a good job with demonstrating how quickly people give up on relationships/marriages in this country today. I think we've all been through situations in our families that test the way that we think today as adults and some of them unfortunately haunt us forever. Fireproof tells a love story about what good comes out of persistence and having faith in your relationships. Its a movie that I recommend every couple watch (with a grain of salt) and discover how just when you want to give up and you think things can't go back to normal, you can turn everything around. Based on the book the Love Dare I highly recommend spending the 90 minutes to watch it. It might just give you the energy you need to change a situation you thought would never work. Let's not repeat our parents generation....
i know its a serious post but whatevas. m1
if you have a book or a movie that you'd like to review, email it to us and we'll post immediately.
Let me start with saying this movie is class f acting but has an a+ message. With our parents divorcing after a case of infidelity it gave me hope in my own life. The movie really does a good job with demonstrating how quickly people give up on relationships/marriages in this country today. I think we've all been through situations in our families that test the way that we think today as adults and some of them unfortunately haunt us forever. Fireproof tells a love story about what good comes out of persistence and having faith in your relationships. Its a movie that I recommend every couple watch (with a grain of salt) and discover how just when you want to give up and you think things can't go back to normal, you can turn everything around. Based on the book the Love Dare I highly recommend spending the 90 minutes to watch it. It might just give you the energy you need to change a situation you thought would never work. Let's not repeat our parents generation....
i know its a serious post but whatevas. m1
if you have a book or a movie that you'd like to review, email it to us and we'll post immediately.
dumpster diving
i thought you fellow team oer's might want to know what the mascot is up too...
the other night i was upstairs laying in bed at about 1:30 and I heard something going on downstairs. I said to Ben "do you hear that" he pretty much slept through it saying "yeah its outside". well after about 20 minutes of what sounded like a raccoon out back eating my trash i went downstairs to check.
here's the site that I found...
zoe stuck in the trash can. one might ask how did she get in there? well let me show you..
see the small shelf in the back. She managed to get the door of the cabinet open, get on the shelf and land in the trash can.
apparently its her new thing because I just came home and this was the site that i saw...
and then she wanted me to play games with her. she pushed it away from her to try and get me to grab it as you can see here.
things are clearly going downhill because now shes shaking everytime I come home. i guess my dog also now needs therapy because she got stuck in a trash can. normal.
xoxo,
m1
the other night i was upstairs laying in bed at about 1:30 and I heard something going on downstairs. I said to Ben "do you hear that" he pretty much slept through it saying "yeah its outside". well after about 20 minutes of what sounded like a raccoon out back eating my trash i went downstairs to check.
here's the site that I found...
zoe stuck in the trash can. one might ask how did she get in there? well let me show you..
see the small shelf in the back. She managed to get the door of the cabinet open, get on the shelf and land in the trash can.
apparently its her new thing because I just came home and this was the site that i saw...
and then she wanted me to play games with her. she pushed it away from her to try and get me to grab it as you can see here.
things are clearly going downhill because now shes shaking everytime I come home. i guess my dog also now needs therapy because she got stuck in a trash can. normal.
xoxo,
m1
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What do you think? I'll take suggestions as long as they are just telling me how amazing I am ;)
Xoxo,
Amo
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Xoxo,
Amo
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So I downloaded another app...
That let's me fail anything I want to. Like this Bronx boy trying to get in hardcore's pants on Monday night. Haha kinda looks like she's into it huh? Love the shoulder action!!!
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Sunday, March 8, 2009
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
I know its been a long time since you all have heard about volleyball. Way too long. We got in a little rut there where we were just losing all of our games, going to the bar and drinking a couple of pitchers, and then leaving. So, over email on Thursday we all made a pact that this game would be different. No more of the bullshit “lets go home early so we can actually get work done tomorrow.” What are we, responsible or something?
(This week was our second to last game, so in reality we are just trying to seal the deal that we can win something at the end of the season party. We are striving for best team spirit AND best drinkers. Gotta aim high.)
Our game is on the upper east side – 105th and 2nd ave – at 8:30. So hardcore, Captain, Karaoke (that’s what we call mel now) and I all meet at the bar on 88th first for some much needed pregaming. At this point, we find out that pitchers of coors/miller light are $10 each. Fuck yes. Cheap drunk night. We pound 2 of them down and then cab it over to the game, is that bad?
We arrive at the school, nice and tipsy, and get changed in the pepto-colored girls bathroom. We find out that we are playing the black team, who have made their own shirts that say “slower, fatter, drunker” on the back. This makes me assume that they are decent human beings. I gotta say, they definetly lived up to my usual theory about first assumptions: they are never right. This team of 4 fucktards and a lady was definetly the worst we have played yet. They were mean, angry douche bags who throughout these 3 short games continued to spike the ball directly in our faces and then make one of the most disgusting testosterone growls I have ever had the pleasure of hearing.
And then there was the ref. I’m not sure if she had just never seen a man in shorts before or if she has just never had the honor of reffing one, let alone 4, but boy did she love them. At one point as they were spitting manliness onto our side of the court with no sort of respect or dignity, while simultaneously yelling at each other about how much each of them was sucking (even though they were ahead 13-1) I joked at her, “Huh, looks like they won’t be getting the team spirit award huh?”
She replies, “Well, they did make their own shirts.”
FUCK YOUR ASS ref. Every week they do a “standings” report that they post on the website. Usually ours says, “Had great spirit, even though they lost,” or “Laughed their way through losing” You know, something that explains that we don’t really fucking care but we are just there to have fun and then get drunk.
This week it says “Swept by Boom” as the other teams says “ 3 more until perfection.”
REALLY??!?! Cause last time I checked those words do not reflect an extremely casual league.
Okay okay, I know I am carrying on about the game when I actually have a lot more to tell you all about the actual drinking part. So blah blah blah we suck and got our asses kicked in all three games again. We didn’t even stay around to shake hands with the team, I basically just said “Hope I don’t see you at the bar fuckers” and bolted into a taxi back to the bar. Cause that’s how we do it.
(Omg I almost forgot the most important part of the game! Door showed up! For the first time in 5 weeks. I’ve never really gotten into hard details about door cause I really care less about her, but from the short time we have been on the team, I have gathered that she is a hoe bag who will sleep with anything that tells her that she is kinda pretty, and she will throw anyone and everyone under the bus who attempts to get in her way. I’ve got more juice on her in this next segment)
So everyone comes to the bar except champion and her mantard. Immediately upon entry, the grey team who has been there getting saucy for the last hour approaches us and challenges us to a flip cup game. This is what I am talking about, a team who finally knows what’s up. We set up the tables, grab some pitchers, and get started. This continues on for about an hour or so, in which time we have some interesting love matches flaring up:
We stop flip cup for a while, and head over to the bar to hang out with the other teams. This involves me ordering nachos and shoving my face with them because its 10:45 pm and I haven’t eaten dinner yet. Door dives into the plate and continues to name all of the things about the plate that are high fat even as she is shoving them down her throat. Guacamole, check. “Oh my god, is this fake cheese?!?” Check. “Eww, sour cream, how gross” Check.
At this point I look down to the floor and realize there is a miniature football field carpet on the floor. Honest to god my first reaction to this was to yell “LONG JUMP CONTEST!!!” really loud, and then run back 15 feet, get a sprinting start, and jump as far as I can. You can only imagine the reaction this got. Everyone ate it up and we had a contest. I came in first place for girls. Some guy beat my best by a good 2 feet. That was a fun 5 minutes.
This guy who beat me now challenges us all to another round of flip cup, so we play. I am a bit fuzzy on the details, but I am pretty sure this is when the picture of Karaoke getting a pitcher poured down her throat happened. I guess that means it was a good round?
Hardcore and I make it over to the bar and start talking to this old guy with a dog named jameson. Within 15 seconds we gather that he is a general manager at quality meats, a nyc restaurant owned by smith and wollensky (obviously my favorite restaurant because of their implied plethora of vegetarian options). He asked us what we want to drink. We look at eachother and say “Patron” simultaneously. I am still unclear on whether this was a good decision or not. If you asked me at the time I would have said “HELL YES” and kicked something. If you asked me the next day I would have grunted and sipped some Gatorade. Now, I’m pretty neutral on it.
So of course, we get another shot. Then drink the rest of our pitcher. Then drink another beer. All on this general manager. Its pretty clear that he has an extreme love interest in hardcore. He tells us we are allowed to order anything we want from the bar here, and can come into quality meats anytime we want and eat whatever we want. He is basically begging me to come with hardcore by telling me, in detail, every single thing that I could eat on their menu.
Now during this time that we are at the bar, the rest of our team is filtering out of the bar slowly. TW is the first to leave, and asks hardcore out on his way out. She is not very amused. Then Captain and Karaoke head home. But wait, where is door? Oh there she is coming out of the bathroom with a Karaokes “boyfriend” from the grey team. Normal. Hardcore asks her if she is going home to Hoboken. She says, no, I’m headed back to his place. (the next day she emails hardcore all day about how she was so tired all day, and so glad she had an extra shirt at work, and how she didn’t get his number, and how hopefully beanpole saw her leave with him so he will “get a clue”) get over yourself.
So in the end, its down to me and hardcore, then beanpole hanging out with some townies at the other end of the bar. We decide to leave and take a taxi all the way from 88th to Williamsburg. FML.
Xoxo,
amo
(This week was our second to last game, so in reality we are just trying to seal the deal that we can win something at the end of the season party. We are striving for best team spirit AND best drinkers. Gotta aim high.)
Our game is on the upper east side – 105th and 2nd ave – at 8:30. So hardcore, Captain, Karaoke (that’s what we call mel now) and I all meet at the bar on 88th first for some much needed pregaming. At this point, we find out that pitchers of coors/miller light are $10 each. Fuck yes. Cheap drunk night. We pound 2 of them down and then cab it over to the game, is that bad?
We arrive at the school, nice and tipsy, and get changed in the pepto-colored girls bathroom. We find out that we are playing the black team, who have made their own shirts that say “slower, fatter, drunker” on the back. This makes me assume that they are decent human beings. I gotta say, they definetly lived up to my usual theory about first assumptions: they are never right. This team of 4 fucktards and a lady was definetly the worst we have played yet. They were mean, angry douche bags who throughout these 3 short games continued to spike the ball directly in our faces and then make one of the most disgusting testosterone growls I have ever had the pleasure of hearing.
And then there was the ref. I’m not sure if she had just never seen a man in shorts before or if she has just never had the honor of reffing one, let alone 4, but boy did she love them. At one point as they were spitting manliness onto our side of the court with no sort of respect or dignity, while simultaneously yelling at each other about how much each of them was sucking (even though they were ahead 13-1) I joked at her, “Huh, looks like they won’t be getting the team spirit award huh?”
She replies, “Well, they did make their own shirts.”
FUCK YOUR ASS ref. Every week they do a “standings” report that they post on the website. Usually ours says, “Had great spirit, even though they lost,” or “Laughed their way through losing” You know, something that explains that we don’t really fucking care but we are just there to have fun and then get drunk.
This week it says “Swept by Boom” as the other teams says “ 3 more until perfection.”
REALLY??!?! Cause last time I checked those words do not reflect an extremely casual league.
Okay okay, I know I am carrying on about the game when I actually have a lot more to tell you all about the actual drinking part. So blah blah blah we suck and got our asses kicked in all three games again. We didn’t even stay around to shake hands with the team, I basically just said “Hope I don’t see you at the bar fuckers” and bolted into a taxi back to the bar. Cause that’s how we do it.
(Omg I almost forgot the most important part of the game! Door showed up! For the first time in 5 weeks. I’ve never really gotten into hard details about door cause I really care less about her, but from the short time we have been on the team, I have gathered that she is a hoe bag who will sleep with anything that tells her that she is kinda pretty, and she will throw anyone and everyone under the bus who attempts to get in her way. I’ve got more juice on her in this next segment)
So everyone comes to the bar except champion and her mantard. Immediately upon entry, the grey team who has been there getting saucy for the last hour approaches us and challenges us to a flip cup game. This is what I am talking about, a team who finally knows what’s up. We set up the tables, grab some pitchers, and get started. This continues on for about an hour or so, in which time we have some interesting love matches flaring up:
- Door and Beanpole – still an interesting prospect although she keeps telling me how creepy he is and that he always says weird things to her that make her uncomfortable. I fight back with “well I think he is really nice, and has really good spirit about our team” that shuts her up and she keeps showing her pink sports bra strap to him for a little while.
- Hardcore and TW – looks like TW from Frederick has a crush on hardcore. How cute. He confessed his love to her via Captain and Karaoke, and of course, without Hardcore’s approval they tell him that he should ask her out on a date, then they reorganize themselves around the table so she will be standing next to him. Then they proceed to tell hardcore that she has to at least make out with him.
We stop flip cup for a while, and head over to the bar to hang out with the other teams. This involves me ordering nachos and shoving my face with them because its 10:45 pm and I haven’t eaten dinner yet. Door dives into the plate and continues to name all of the things about the plate that are high fat even as she is shoving them down her throat. Guacamole, check. “Oh my god, is this fake cheese?!?” Check. “Eww, sour cream, how gross” Check.
At this point I look down to the floor and realize there is a miniature football field carpet on the floor. Honest to god my first reaction to this was to yell “LONG JUMP CONTEST!!!” really loud, and then run back 15 feet, get a sprinting start, and jump as far as I can. You can only imagine the reaction this got. Everyone ate it up and we had a contest. I came in first place for girls. Some guy beat my best by a good 2 feet. That was a fun 5 minutes.
This guy who beat me now challenges us all to another round of flip cup, so we play. I am a bit fuzzy on the details, but I am pretty sure this is when the picture of Karaoke getting a pitcher poured down her throat happened. I guess that means it was a good round?
Hardcore and I make it over to the bar and start talking to this old guy with a dog named jameson. Within 15 seconds we gather that he is a general manager at quality meats, a nyc restaurant owned by smith and wollensky (obviously my favorite restaurant because of their implied plethora of vegetarian options). He asked us what we want to drink. We look at eachother and say “Patron” simultaneously. I am still unclear on whether this was a good decision or not. If you asked me at the time I would have said “HELL YES” and kicked something. If you asked me the next day I would have grunted and sipped some Gatorade. Now, I’m pretty neutral on it.
So of course, we get another shot. Then drink the rest of our pitcher. Then drink another beer. All on this general manager. Its pretty clear that he has an extreme love interest in hardcore. He tells us we are allowed to order anything we want from the bar here, and can come into quality meats anytime we want and eat whatever we want. He is basically begging me to come with hardcore by telling me, in detail, every single thing that I could eat on their menu.
Now during this time that we are at the bar, the rest of our team is filtering out of the bar slowly. TW is the first to leave, and asks hardcore out on his way out. She is not very amused. Then Captain and Karaoke head home. But wait, where is door? Oh there she is coming out of the bathroom with a Karaokes “boyfriend” from the grey team. Normal. Hardcore asks her if she is going home to Hoboken. She says, no, I’m headed back to his place. (the next day she emails hardcore all day about how she was so tired all day, and so glad she had an extra shirt at work, and how she didn’t get his number, and how hopefully beanpole saw her leave with him so he will “get a clue”) get over yourself.
So in the end, its down to me and hardcore, then beanpole hanging out with some townies at the other end of the bar. We decide to leave and take a taxi all the way from 88th to Williamsburg. FML.
Xoxo,
amo
Thursday, March 5, 2009
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Sunday, March 1, 2009
For lent, I gave up putting off blogging
Sooooooooo I bought myself this $4 app that makes it impossible to NOT want to blog. Tpbbf. I know I know that we have been dissapointing lately but FYA we are feeling the hit of this economic crisis. I know that doesn't really make any sense but everyone in the GD country is using that excuse so why can't we?
I have a couple of story blogs up my sleeve for the next couple of days. But this is a call out to our writers to help me get this blog back to what we want it to be. I mean, idk about you guys but I'm depending on this shit to get me famous! So kmo, m1, mh, sbmo, and packy (and even you kgree!) get yr thinking caps on and your typing fingers ready!!
I'll end with a message I got from union square when I was still at my office on thursday night:
Peace dudes,
<3 Amo
-- Post From Amo's iPhone
I have a couple of story blogs up my sleeve for the next couple of days. But this is a call out to our writers to help me get this blog back to what we want it to be. I mean, idk about you guys but I'm depending on this shit to get me famous! So kmo, m1, mh, sbmo, and packy (and even you kgree!) get yr thinking caps on and your typing fingers ready!!
I'll end with a message I got from union square when I was still at my office on thursday night:
Peace dudes,
<3 Amo
-- Post From Amo's iPhone
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