oh to be young again.

this just got set up this afternoon outside of our house. its absolutely amazing.



m1

C7r the raft is out

Ello and amo where r u?????


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So boring at the pool

I can't believe no one came. :-(


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Btw kmo was in the deep south last wknd

This fine man said to me "he helps me drive"

C7r

Zoe new way to ride in the car??







Yes the blog is back!!!!


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Spring

I went to central park last weekend and took some pretty pictures.




thought you all might enjoy. :)

xoxo, amo

The new rage/FML

Www.textsfromlastnight.com




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HOPPY EASTER!!!

the last one is for you 2D.

xoxo, amo

Just another reason why changing my last name to Olson on bookface was the best decision of my life....

Below is an email chain I had with a representative from a material company today at work. I met them last week when they came to our office to give us a presentation on their product. Let me just say, I was a little sketched out, and I'm glad that my bookface is set super private. 

(names have been changes to protect the innocent) 

Email #1 (SketchRep -> Amo): "Do you know a girl named L.H.?" (no kmo not the LH we knew in HS)

Email #2 (Amo  -> SketchRep): "I don't think I know L.H. Is there a particular reason you ask?" (looking back, i should have ended it on, i don't know her. why the one time in my life that i ask someone a question that kmo and m1 would want to know, do i get stuck in the most awkward/creepy email chain? FML)

Email #3 (SketchRep -> Amo): "I have been obsessed with facebook recently (just recently? way to jump on the bandwagon late moron) .... looked u up last week after we met (normal). Hope you don't mind (i do, but you cfl). I do it with pretty much everyone I talk to during the day (creepy?). There was an AMO (i wish he had really written AMO, but sadly he used my real name) w/o a pic who was connected to a close friend of mine, LH. Obviously, it wasn't you." 

Email #4 (Amo -> SketchRep): "no worries. :) (emoticon was to try to cover up that i was scared)  however, you are right, that's not me. i have my page set to private on fb, because I use it for personal relationships only (TEAM OLSON ONLY) . i do however have a linkedin profile that i use professionally (meaning, i don't use it at all)"

Email #5 (SketchRep -> Amo): "I have never used linkedin (obvi). I guess b/c my life is my family business (and stalking people you met for 20 minutes)... i don't think twice about adding clients on facebook (i think you mean bookface). However, I understand why you would not want mix their personal life and professional. (doesn't everyone?)"

Team Olson saves me again. 

Xoxo, volleyball blog coming up next, 

Amo

It's his coat I swear.

My dad looks so good in fur.


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Chaos on wall street

I wish this was me



Typs amo artistic shot


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Itb?

Just a normal friday eve ... oxygen and red wine by the fire after a long day skiing through 12" of powder.




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It's snowing just a lil bit

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We didn't start the fire

Throughout my formative years, I imagined that by the time I was 24.75 years old I would be an adult. I pictured a young creative professional sipping a glass of wine while discussing international affairs. However, I am currently 24.75 years old, sitting here in my "adventureland" t-shirt i won during karaoke, guzzling coffee, reading the note I wrote to myself on my iphone at the bar so I wouldn't forget the "important" things I had to blog about. 

I guess its true that you can't really predict the future. 

For those of you that aren't aware, this is the first blog of our new vball season. Last season ended perfect with a solid LAST PLACE rank and a $100 check to the humane society for winning the team spirit award!!! 

This new season has a new set of players that I know from outside of ZSports. We carried over Hardcore, Captain, Karaoke (and me, obvi!) from last season. Sadly, we lost xtine to the sweatshops in China, but we gained JB, MK, Goebely Goebs, and Br1. I like to think that my blogs are what made the others join. I sure do know how to create powerful jealousy with written words. (shakes head no).

Our game started at 7:30, which is usually fine except I was so FSAD busy that I had to work until 7:20, change clothes in the conference room, and sprint over to the school. I get there and the team is already warming up in our new shirts that captain picked up. This season, we are the white team. Ugh-face could that possibly be more boring?! Thankfully, being the team spirit guru's we naturally are, last monday was Karaokes birthday and we got buzzed enough to decide that our name should be "The Kaliedo-spikers" and we should tie-dye our shirts. Perfect. Can't wait to see how those turn out. I'm assuming they will look something like this (most of it being red wine stains not actual dye) :

but, in my heart (and i know you are with me here hardcore), i wish they would look like this:

We are attempting to warm up, but mostly just lizzing, when one of our new team members shows up. I will nickname him "frienemy" (until I get a better nickname) and explain that to you later. We all introduce ourselves to him, and surprisingly, he doesn't run away at the thought of being on the same side of the volleyball court as the trainwrecks we like to consider volleyball players. 

As usual, I take a glance over at the other team and they are doing suicide drills on the other side of the court. Meanwhile we are just throwing the ball at each other and rolling around on the floor laughing. I'll tell you what....my main question is not "why are we so bad?" but, "why are they so good?" Who the eff are these other teams in the extremely casual league? Do they practice in central park on off days? Is that their team bonding exercise? Cause, if I am not

 mistaken, I thought team bonding was supposed to consist of pouring a pitcher of beer down another teammates throat and then singing obnoxious spice girls songs during karaoke. But I digress...

Throughout the games they would yell out plays and actually go through with the bump-set-spike phenomenon. As you can probably imagine, we just get really happy if we get it over the net. So of course, we lost the first game 7-15. The second game, we obviously still lost, but it was a bit more entertaining. At one point, Karaoke went to throw the ball to the other side of the court, didn't really aim at all, cause she ended up hitting the guy in the front row in the nuts so hard that he almost fell over. Talk about a blooper. 

During this game I notice that frienemy is making an unnecessary amount of trips to his gym bag to take out a bag of water from his bag and quench his thirst. Immediately I think to myself "I really hope that is a 40." But I write it off, assume that he is as addicted to red gatorade as I am on hangover days, and forget about it. 

As I mentioned before, we lose the second game (possibly worse than the first) - but as usual, we are still in high spirits. We go to switch sides of the court and play out the last game, when we notice a girl storm up to the ref. 

"Can we practice?? I mean, this is just a joke."

Oh no she didn't. 

This infuriates us enough to almost win the third game. 

Almost. 

(Atleast we figured out that frienemy was, in fact, drinking a 40. Which is awesome. Thank you ZSports for pairing us with someone who <3's>

Meanwhile, I chugged some haterade, and juiced myself up to sass attack that betch who called us a joke. 

Goebs, Hardcore and I walk by. We stop right in front of her (she is practicing by herself, apparently her teammates aren't good enough for her either) 

I look her dead in the eye and say "Glad you are getting your practice time in" Then goebs spit in her face and mary pulled her to the ground by her hair and shoved the vball up her ass. 

I wish. 

So, as god obviously planned it, a game in union square on a thursday night means KARAOKE AT THE BAR!! Starting at 10. Just enough time to eat some bar food and loosen ourselves up a little. 

We sit down at a table, the 8 of us and frienemy. We do a pretty good job of freaking him out to the point of speechlessness for a good half an hour. The bar tender sends us over shots and a free pitcher, because he remembers the orange team and how much we like to party. The Karaoke DJ shows up and asks us why we haven't ripped up our shirts yet. I love being famous. 

Then frienemy drops the bomb on me. He has joined the team so he and his friend can have something to blog about. Exqueeze me? Do I need to clean my ears? I have competition? I get an immediate rush of fear/excitement/angst that has rendered me speechless until now (5 days later) I am finally getting the confidence to compete. Thankfully we came to a deal that he would blog mostly about the games and I would handle the bar scene. Little does he know, I'm gonna keep on doing exactly what I was doing before. And win. 

So, karaoke starts and we learn of a deal going on with the movie "Adventureland" and this particular karaoke night. They have given everyone a playlist with approx. 20 songs on it, and if you sing one you get a free t-shirt/soundtrack/or poster from the movie. This was karaoke's face when she learned of this:

So karaoke and I sign up to sing "Just like Heaven" by the Cure. Because, we have to win tshirts. No question about it. 

Karaoke and Captain have also signed up to sing "We didn't start the fire". Which, you can call me an idiot if you want, but I had noooooo recollection of how fast/complicated the verses of the song actually are. And of course, they are called up to sing first. It was a rough start, with lots of laughing and mumbling, and an ounce of identifiable screaming. But, it was still amazing and they got mad props from the audience for the effort.

So a couple of more acts go on, most notably an asian in a suit singing "breaking the law". classic. 

Finally, Karaoke and I get called up to stage. We both know we have to redeem ourselves from the last one. The song starts. So does amo jumping bean dance. for 36 measures.  The next 3 minutes and 30 seconds of my life is a blur of fame and fortune. The world stopped as they watched me and Karaoke perform. Or maybe I was just dancing around like an idiot so much that my voice was all shaky and terrible and karaoke was just laughing really hard into the microphone. You decide. I'll stick with the first scenario. Atleast we won free shirts. And soundtracks. And posters. And got our picture taken for the miramaxxout website. 

The night continues, the pitchers flow like water from the niagra (compete with that simile frienemy!!), and karaoke songs keep pouring out. 

Of course at this point I stopped taking notes on my iphone, frienemy has left, and the night continues forward on this trainwreck of a path. Around the time that Karaoke and I finished singing "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls, I think I decided it was about time to leave. 

Here's to another 8 weeks of Kaliedospiking. 

Xoxo, 

Amo

greetings from cancun cantina!!

should i send this to post secret? xoxo miss you fockers. <3 amo. 

2d is ready too duh

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Ski bunnies!

Team o is ready to hit the slopes!


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Landed in Colorado

So obvi after 2 hours of being disconnected we are all not talking to each other and instead making love to our respective phones. Some of us with cooler ones than others ahhhhhhem Laurens blackberry

Xoxox


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amo's getting famous

so someone just stopped me on the street and wants me to be an extra on gossip girl. is that bad?

Is it March 31st or April 1st?

Depends who you ask. If you get in my car you'll think its march 31st. if you look at my phone you'll say its April 1st. completely normal i suppose.

team o is about to depart for Vail for a few days. the original OG's.... i thought i'd post an appropriate card.