I've recently discovered that I am somewhat culturally illiterate. Most of my problem stems from the fact that I don't follow the latest trends on You Tube.
My siblings, friends, and coworkers have been trying to pull me out from under my rock.
Which brings me to my new friend Old Spice Man. I realize I'm ridiculously behind on this--I mean BYU and Sesame Street have already been capitalizing on this genius--but I thought I would post these.
Well, this one was my favorite.
Oh my gosh.
And then tonight, I found this one.
It's pretty amazing advertising when your audience is actually willing to search out your commercials online...
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Blanketeers
My sister and her family came up to visit for the 4th of July. Her kids are stinking cute. And, like so many of the kids in my family, are particularly attached to their blankets. (I should know, I had mine around for a ridiculous amount of time.)
Fortunately, my sister has also taught her children to share...
Fortunately, my sister has also taught her children to share...
Friday, July 2, 2010
Grand
This morning my dad took my niece and nephew fishing. Moon Fry came inside screaming about how she caught a huge fish. (It was a perch.) Mowgli came back with obvious streaks of sun screen all over his face.
Currently, Moon Fry and Mowgli are in the kitchen with my mother. They are cooking up a batch of "brains" with the Dr. Dreadful Laboratory Set.
Oh, yeah. My parents are "cool" grandparents.
Currently, Moon Fry and Mowgli are in the kitchen with my mother. They are cooking up a batch of "brains" with the Dr. Dreadful Laboratory Set.
Oh, yeah. My parents are "cool" grandparents.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Brothers and Sisters
This one is a nothing more than a quick shout out to my siblings. Thank you for being the kind of people who know how to keep it interesting.
Norman (plus me)
Foreesto
Durd (plus Norman)
Sunshine
And here's to passing it on to the next generation...
I can definitely see the family resemblance.
Norman (plus me)
Foreesto 
Durd (plus Norman)
SunshineAnd here's to passing it on to the next generation...
I can definitely see the family resemblance.Monday, June 14, 2010
Sweet Moolah
Something to be happy about:
Today I was at the bank. While I was waiting, I overheard a banker on the phone.
"Hi, this is (So-and-So) from the (Such-and-Such) branch. I'm sitting here with a very honest customer. When he tried to pull out 40 dollars in cash this morning, the ATM gave him 300 dollars instead. The difference is not being shown in his account..."
Hooray for that guy! Hooray for honest people who give back the extra 260 dollars!
I sort of felt like shaking his hand.
Today I was at the bank. While I was waiting, I overheard a banker on the phone.
"Hi, this is (So-and-So) from the (Such-and-Such) branch. I'm sitting here with a very honest customer. When he tried to pull out 40 dollars in cash this morning, the ATM gave him 300 dollars instead. The difference is not being shown in his account..."
Hooray for that guy! Hooray for honest people who give back the extra 260 dollars!
I sort of felt like shaking his hand.
More Things to be Happy About... Being Rescued by Knights in Shining Levis
I originally started this blog for my 52 Blessings Project. And since I finished the project, I haven't been back.
However, I thought it would be good for me to reinstate the gratitude a bit. So here we are! The new and improved Jonas Chronicles!
And here is today's story:
I've been having trouble with one of my tires lately. It went completely flat two weeks ago. Despite our best efforts, Russell, the school custodian, and I could not get the tire off the car. (Yes, we jacked it up and removed the lug nuts.) The good news was that I had an electric air pump. We filled the tire and then drove to the closest store that did car maintenance. They checked the tire, told me there was no hole, and sent me on my merry way.
A week later, the tire was low again. The guy at the tire place had said he thought someone might have let the air out of my tire... and since I kept noticing it at school, I thought some errant middle schooler was messing with my truck. I refilled the tire again, and kept an eye on it. Everything seemed fine.
Jump forward until last Friday. I ran out the door at 8:45 in the morning to pick up some kids from the temple. The tire was completely flat. Since my parents were in town, my dad wanted to change the tire. But once again, we could not get the tire off of the truck. (This seriously makes me wonder if the guy at the tire shop ever got it off either...)
So tonight I was in a totally nasty mood. I had been stranded in the house for too long, and it was no longer safe to be in the same room with me. So I decided this would be the perfect time to attempt a little car maintenance.
I googled "flat tire won't come off," and the overall consensus of the world wide web seemed to be that I needed to sit on my butt and kick the tire repeatedly until it finally came off. Kicking. I could do that. I was definitely in the mood to kick something.
So I marched myself outside, pulled out the tools, and commenced fiddling with the jack. Which is when my neighbor Pablo and his father showed up. They took one look at me and must have decided that I was likely to be maimed in my adventure, so they took over. When I explained it was stuck, they went into the garage, got a piece of wood, and hammered the living crap out of the tire. When that wasn't enough, Pablo found a length of pipe and pried it off.
Hooray! Tire changed! And now I have a renewed belief in chivalry, neighborliness, and good karma.
Morale of the story: Sometimes the only answer is to beat the living crap out of something.
And that is something to be happy about.
However, I thought it would be good for me to reinstate the gratitude a bit. So here we are! The new and improved Jonas Chronicles!
And here is today's story:
I've been having trouble with one of my tires lately. It went completely flat two weeks ago. Despite our best efforts, Russell, the school custodian, and I could not get the tire off the car. (Yes, we jacked it up and removed the lug nuts.) The good news was that I had an electric air pump. We filled the tire and then drove to the closest store that did car maintenance. They checked the tire, told me there was no hole, and sent me on my merry way.
A week later, the tire was low again. The guy at the tire place had said he thought someone might have let the air out of my tire... and since I kept noticing it at school, I thought some errant middle schooler was messing with my truck. I refilled the tire again, and kept an eye on it. Everything seemed fine.
Jump forward until last Friday. I ran out the door at 8:45 in the morning to pick up some kids from the temple. The tire was completely flat. Since my parents were in town, my dad wanted to change the tire. But once again, we could not get the tire off of the truck. (This seriously makes me wonder if the guy at the tire shop ever got it off either...)
So tonight I was in a totally nasty mood. I had been stranded in the house for too long, and it was no longer safe to be in the same room with me. So I decided this would be the perfect time to attempt a little car maintenance.
I googled "flat tire won't come off," and the overall consensus of the world wide web seemed to be that I needed to sit on my butt and kick the tire repeatedly until it finally came off. Kicking. I could do that. I was definitely in the mood to kick something.
So I marched myself outside, pulled out the tools, and commenced fiddling with the jack. Which is when my neighbor Pablo and his father showed up. They took one look at me and must have decided that I was likely to be maimed in my adventure, so they took over. When I explained it was stuck, they went into the garage, got a piece of wood, and hammered the living crap out of the tire. When that wasn't enough, Pablo found a length of pipe and pried it off.
Hooray! Tire changed! And now I have a renewed belief in chivalry, neighborliness, and good karma.
Morale of the story: Sometimes the only answer is to beat the living crap out of something.
And that is something to be happy about.
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