October 8, 2011

October 8, 2011

(10:17am)

3 commercials I saw that were very good.

1) There's a boy sitting on a bus stop listening to music. The lady next to him gets up to get on the bus and leaves her purse. The boy picks up the purse and looks inside, then runs through an alley, all while the police are following him. He gets to the end and he's tired, then the bus appears and the lady gets off. The boy walks up to her and tells her she left her bag. The police call him over and compliment him. Where is the Love by the Black Eye Peas is playing in the background.

2) This guy created an email account for his daughter on the first day she was born and wrote to her about all his experiences with her. I've always thought about doing that. I even wrote a poem for my unborn children. I'm going to do that. Maybe on the blog, maybe do an email, maybe just write a book. Maybe I'll do a video diary like on Good Luck Charlie. One thing's for sure, I'm keeping this blog and showing it to my kids when they become juniors and seniors. I might even keep doing it until I get married, or get to old to be on a computer.

3) The Sharpie commercials. You can do a lot of creative things with a bunch of Sharpies. One was a guy drawing and writing out every moment that he and his girlfriend shared on a bunch of Post-it notes (so I guess Post-it got a shout out too). Then at the end, he arranged them to say “Will you marry me?”. Creative and romantic, but I think I'll be more simplistic.

 

 

(11:00pm)

I went to my church picnic today. I got to be a judge for the baking contest for all of the women's wonderful treats and got to help light the bonfire. It was hard at first, but I'm from the country, we light some of our trash on fire. Plus, our pastor, who has a fire pit, helped us. I was nominated to help keep the fire running and to find sticks for the s'mores. Do you know how hard it is to find good dry sticks to burn after it's rained or been wet? It was so slippery that I fell into a thorn bush. Twice. And then there were the bad lil' children who just wanted to burn things in the fire. Everytime I'd turn around, some one had a large branch, was too close, had my big stick, or was even trying to roast a marshmellow on a tiny twig. And I'm not even talking all about the kids, some of the adults were taking the large sicks from my pile of fire wood or grabbing a twig and roasting a marshmellow. I went through all that trouble preparing sticks for people to use, and I set them up on the hay stack with the s'mores stuff for people to see them, and people weren't getting the message. Why didn't we buy the sticks? Mr. Omar almost burned my face off. I'm kindling the fire and he squirted the lighter fluid about two inches from me. The wind was blowing my direction. I mean, I know how to deal with fires, and I've been burned, and I've lit myself on fire (I was young and stupid), but still, can ya warn somebody?

Can you believe how many people don't know how to make s'mores? I had to teach atleast three ADULTS how to make s'mores. Does Maryland know how to do anything? Y'all just got a Sonic. Do y'all know what a cayote is? PLEASE don't say “it's the dude who chases that bird that says 'meep meep' around.” Okay, I'm going off now.

I the food was good. The only bad part about it was that this bee landed right on me. I froze. I hate bees, scared is more like it. My dad told me to just swat it off. I hesitantly did so. It flew away, but was back later to attack my potato salad.

My lungs and eyes still burn from the smoke inhalation. I have asthma. I didn't even feel the effect until after we were done with the fire. We poured three bottles of water to put out the fire. The pit was still hot, so I just dumped a bag of ice on it. It cooled it some.