People have some pretty strong opinions and emotions about font choice. I've had two people in the last month comment on my email font choice and size...as if I care what they think. I am an ariel fan through and through and throw. You know, ariel or it is arial? OK well whichever one isn't the mermaid who could sing.
One of my tech friends mentioned to me years ago that there was a documentary movie about the font Helvetica. Apparently this movie examines "how font affects our lives" and especially the bastard son Helvetica. I can undoubtedly say that it really don't effect my, at least not in any meaningful way.
Now I hear about the new Comic Sans Project sweeping the interwebs. As their tagline states, "Helvetica is soooo 2011" and since we are two days away from 2012, I'm on board. These graphic designers are changing all your favorite telemarkerting logos and font type into the teacher-friendly comic sans. It is just so friendly and bubbly and soft....just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.
On a parting note, it is worth me mentioned I'm considering switching my email font to Chiller. It would be like Halloween or Twilight all year long. Sounds like a plan.
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Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
thinking through crotch hugs
The background:
The rental units have worked at a major college for a billion of years. These units only ever wear the colors of this university, and do not have anything else from the color wheel. This worked well for their respective jobs. Momma B used to feed all the athletes at this so called university. As such, they got to know her nice short little self. She would bounce around wearing green, feeding them pasta and gateraid while making sure they had a balanced training table diet. She leaves an impression, all 4 feet of her in black lace-ups.
The story:
Let's fast forward 10 years later to the LAX TSA lane circa earlier this month. There Momma B was going through security, setting off all the alerts because half her new body is metal replacements, when someone recognized her. Some extremely tall, basketball-looking, super-nice fine man recognized her (and Poppa B confirmed this sighting, as I question if sub-tymers isn't setting in). Once through security the guy gives her two hugs and they chatted briefly.
The clarification:
It should be noted that Momma B can't tell a story to save her life. She bounces around and following the point is often difficult. So after hearing this story, I needed a couple essential clarifications:
So apparently the fam thought this whole "crotch hug" terminology was pretty funny as it was repeated numerous times throughout the last week. I suppose the crotch hug could be considered a "crappy hug" but for me it is pretty fanfuckintastic. I have absolutely no problem crotch hugging good looking men.
The pictorial representation:
If you have no idea what I am talking about here is a great pictorial representation of the LLism of crotching hugging:
The rental units have worked at a major college for a billion of years. These units only ever wear the colors of this university, and do not have anything else from the color wheel. This worked well for their respective jobs. Momma B used to feed all the athletes at this so called university. As such, they got to know her nice short little self. She would bounce around wearing green, feeding them pasta and gateraid while making sure they had a balanced training table diet. She leaves an impression, all 4 feet of her in black lace-ups.
The story:
Let's fast forward 10 years later to the LAX TSA lane circa earlier this month. There Momma B was going through security, setting off all the alerts because half her new body is metal replacements, when someone recognized her. Some extremely tall, basketball-looking, super-nice fine man recognized her (and Poppa B confirmed this sighting, as I question if sub-tymers isn't setting in). Once through security the guy gives her two hugs and they chatted briefly.
The clarification:
It should be noted that Momma B can't tell a story to save her life. She bounces around and following the point is often difficult. So after hearing this story, I needed a couple essential clarifications:
- He recognized you? Oh commmme on I barely recognize you when I see you once a year and you can't even remember MY name (I get called the dog's old name often).
- He hugged you? I mean, how did that work? The guy is 7 feet tall and you are 4 feet which roughly means you could walk between his legs. For reals, this spontaneous act of hugging is close to a physical impossibility.
- You "crotch hugged" Mo-Pete.
So apparently the fam thought this whole "crotch hug" terminology was pretty funny as it was repeated numerous times throughout the last week. I suppose the crotch hug could be considered a "crappy hug" but for me it is pretty fanfuckintastic. I have absolutely no problem crotch hugging good looking men.
The pictorial representation:
If you have no idea what I am talking about here is a great pictorial representation of the LLism of crotching hugging:
Green lady = Momma B
Yellow giant = Best flintstone basketball player ever
Mo-Pete, thanks for making my mom's year! That was super nice of you.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
sardines and orange donkeys
So for those that don't know I spent a good week in the great land 'o Norway last week. I was doing a training for work, but got a good 4 hours of fun in between. Really, those Norwegians know how to work a girl out. Despite this I did get to see some of the country side, learn about sardines and try to love on some orange donkeys:
Go LL go!!! I'm on a boat and see I'm in Norway (hence the Norwegian flag).
These are the famous Fjordes, which are naturally made fingerlets on the coast. Apparently they were made from the ice ages and are very deep with high rocks. Amazingly pretty.
Wowsa that is tall and high and rocky. Blue sky, that blue sky makes me all warm and fuzzy instead.
So yesss Norway rocked my world. My suitcase was late after 24 hours of flying, but things got better. I was hosted to the mosted this trip. It has come to a point where I'm thinking, man can you just leave me alone for awhile so that I can sit in my room by myself. There is all these group meals, where they embrace their collaborative nature. I like this part, and something American's should do more. But within reason and perhaps not 3+ times a day! What a loner I am, but seriously sometimes I just want to shed that professional LL nature to do my two favorite things: drink and swear.
One of the nights I was invited to one of my host's homes for a traditional Norwegian holiday dinner that was a-mazing. There was champagne, and local beer, and some local potato liquor. I was a good girl but they had to put me in a taxi back to my hotel at the end of the night. I like it when the hosts are too drunk to drive the guest home—this is my type of country, I mean you have to drink just to stay warm. Anyways we had sweeeedish potatoes, and sheep ribs rehydrated covered with a butter/bacon gravy. Yeah this was definitely low cal. This meat was dehydrated and salted, then soaked for days, and then boiled over birch branches, and then baked into some crispy meat business. It was interesting and I ate it all like a pro. I didn't insult the host until I said I didn't want chocolate cake at the end, which was soooo typically me (no cake for me but can I have another sheep rib please?).
On that food note, I have been eating a ridiculous amount of meat. I swear, there is weird meat everywhere, at every meal, and for each snack time. I had to eat Veel/veal/veil/vail last night and put a smile on my face the entire time. It wasn't too bad but geeeez can a girl get a salad? I asked if there are any vegetarians or vegans in Norway and they all said "NO" without any hesitation. At breakfast there was puffed or foamy meat (which I undoubtedly avoided). I should just continue eating meat the last day because I got emails from my food/meat family today warning me that over 50 people have got sick and there has been a recall on Basil in Norway---great, death by basil is much worse than over consumption of meat product.
I also learned wayyyy more about seafood and fish then I really needed. I went to the canning museum and I was excited to learn about the history of canned veggies and fruits, only to find out it was ALLLLL seafood and sardines. Can't wait for Santa gifts this year and EVERYONE is getting Norwegian sardines (say it like Oprah, "you get a sardine", "you get a sardine").
As a final note, I also noticed that the Norwegian cross walks have Dick Tracy in them. Some are gender neutral while others have top hats, shoes, and fitted coats. Yesss Dick Tracy is in Norweigan and warning pedestrians of on-coming traffic.
Go LL go!!! I'm on a boat and see I'm in Norway (hence the Norwegian flag).
These are the famous Fjordes, which are naturally made fingerlets on the coast. Apparently they were made from the ice ages and are very deep with high rocks. Amazingly pretty.
Wowsa that is tall and high and rocky. Blue sky, that blue sky makes me all warm and fuzzy instead.
So yesss Norway rocked my world. My suitcase was late after 24 hours of flying, but things got better. I was hosted to the mosted this trip. It has come to a point where I'm thinking, man can you just leave me alone for awhile so that I can sit in my room by myself. There is all these group meals, where they embrace their collaborative nature. I like this part, and something American's should do more. But within reason and perhaps not 3+ times a day! What a loner I am, but seriously sometimes I just want to shed that professional LL nature to do my two favorite things: drink and swear.
One of the nights I was invited to one of my host's homes for a traditional Norwegian holiday dinner that was a-mazing. There was champagne, and local beer, and some local potato liquor. I was a good girl but they had to put me in a taxi back to my hotel at the end of the night. I like it when the hosts are too drunk to drive the guest home—this is my type of country, I mean you have to drink just to stay warm. Anyways we had sweeeedish potatoes, and sheep ribs rehydrated covered with a butter/bacon gravy. Yeah this was definitely low cal. This meat was dehydrated and salted, then soaked for days, and then boiled over birch branches, and then baked into some crispy meat business. It was interesting and I ate it all like a pro. I didn't insult the host until I said I didn't want chocolate cake at the end, which was soooo typically me (no cake for me but can I have another sheep rib please?).
On that food note, I have been eating a ridiculous amount of meat. I swear, there is weird meat everywhere, at every meal, and for each snack time. I had to eat Veel/veal/veil/vail last night and put a smile on my face the entire time. It wasn't too bad but geeeez can a girl get a salad? I asked if there are any vegetarians or vegans in Norway and they all said "NO" without any hesitation. At breakfast there was puffed or foamy meat (which I undoubtedly avoided). I should just continue eating meat the last day because I got emails from my food/meat family today warning me that over 50 people have got sick and there has been a recall on Basil in Norway---great, death by basil is much worse than over consumption of meat product.
I also learned wayyyy more about seafood and fish then I really needed. I went to the canning museum and I was excited to learn about the history of canned veggies and fruits, only to find out it was ALLLLL seafood and sardines. Can't wait for Santa gifts this year and EVERYONE is getting Norwegian sardines (say it like Oprah, "you get a sardine", "you get a sardine").
As a final note, I also noticed that the Norwegian cross walks have Dick Tracy in them. Some are gender neutral while others have top hats, shoes, and fitted coats. Yesss Dick Tracy is in Norweigan and warning pedestrians of on-coming traffic.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
party (not sexy) time
Well put on your party dress, get your hair did, and let's take a road trip to the big MI for a damn wicked party. Yes, you heard me right...MI, mid-summer, party.
After a combined 50+ years of service to MSU, the parental units have retired. In their honor, the three little Momma B's decided to invade their retirement nest and throw a big party. We planned and saved for a year for the event, and it is our gift to them. It will be the gift that just giving and giving and giving....
For the last 6 months we have been having family meetings, building out websites, reserving blocks of rooms at hotels, sending invites and planning the logistics. The tent is ordered. The tables and chairs will be delivered. The slow cooked pig will be smelling delicious. And there will be plenty of booze. I hope to do shots of tequila with the drunk old ladies in the hammock again.
We have people flying in from across the country: Washington, Kansas, Minnesota, Wisconsin, California, and the big VA. The girls (not my boobs) have already started their annual trip back to the big MI. I leave next week and plan to bring back 30 pounds of dried cherries with me. TSA is going to love me.
This is my summer vacation and I'm looking forward to seeing all my extended family and friends!!!
After a combined 50+ years of service to MSU, the parental units have retired. In their honor, the three little Momma B's decided to invade their retirement nest and throw a big party. We planned and saved for a year for the event, and it is our gift to them. It will be the gift that just giving and giving and giving....
For the last 6 months we have been having family meetings, building out websites, reserving blocks of rooms at hotels, sending invites and planning the logistics. The tent is ordered. The tables and chairs will be delivered. The slow cooked pig will be smelling delicious. And there will be plenty of booze. I hope to do shots of tequila with the drunk old ladies in the hammock again.
We have people flying in from across the country: Washington, Kansas, Minnesota, Wisconsin, California, and the big VA. The girls (not my boobs) have already started their annual trip back to the big MI. I leave next week and plan to bring back 30 pounds of dried cherries with me. TSA is going to love me.
This is my summer vacation and I'm looking forward to seeing all my extended family and friends!!!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
now this is youth development
Now here is an example of some quality youth development, doing the everyday work of kindness in the spirit of giving back to the community. I've watched Barry for over 15 years at the MSU basketball games, and always wondered his story.
This is the work, the type of influence you can have, where you can open up your door, listen, and start a ripple of change. It is not about teaching wining or losing, but about the process, the developmental potential. It stirs all types of feelings inside me that leads me closer to an path of inspiration, dedication, reaching for more.
OK maybe I'm taking this too far, but none-the-less, a good story if you need a pick-me-up:
This is the work, the type of influence you can have, where you can open up your door, listen, and start a ripple of change. It is not about teaching wining or losing, but about the process, the developmental potential. It stirs all types of feelings inside me that leads me closer to an path of inspiration, dedication, reaching for more.
OK maybe I'm taking this too far, but none-the-less, a good story if you need a pick-me-up:
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