May 11, 2013
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If you couldn’t guess, today’s activity was The Color Run otherwise known as “The Happiest 5K on the Planet”. And that it was! Getting pelted with colors was just as fun as you’d hope with the only downside being the chalky taste in your mouth. Although threatened with thunderstorms all day the weather cleared perfectly for the event and we ran (walked) through every color station to get to the Finish Party where colors were flying, everyone was dancing and free stuff was being shot into the air. My biggest accomplishment besides the 5K part was getting to high five a unicorn (The “Runicorn”).

May 5, 2013
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As far as non-work time goes, I didn’t take many photos that lasted since we discovered a Snapchat (to be pronounced in a Fargo accent snyaaap chyaaat) addiction this weekend. I’ll just have to do my best to fill you in. endless glory hole discussions, Lady and the Tramp steamed onions, no consequences from staying up til 5 in the morning two nights in a row, Divinyls “I Touch Myself” on constant repeat whenever we drove anywhere, impromptu pirate costume using straws, a coaster, teamwork, and a foot sticking out of the back of Eric’s pants, being a couch, winning checkers, losing shuffleboard, Caps and Blackhawks winning, making it rain using Monopoly money, cracked eggs, balls, new Kings rules, philosophical discussions, not so philosophical discussions and some complete understanding achieved by 4am talks. As you can see above, Eric bought a pug shirt so he could Snapchat things like “Pug Life”.

As far as non-work time goes, I didn’t take many photos that lasted since we discovered a Snapchat (to be pronounced in a Fargo accent snyaaap chyaaat) addiction this weekend. I’ll just have to do my best to fill you in. endless glory hole discussions, Lady and the Tramp steamed onions, no consequences from staying up til 5 in the morning two nights in a row, Divinyls “I Touch Myself” on constant repeat whenever we drove anywhere, impromptu pirate costume using straws, a coaster, teamwork, and a foot sticking out of the back of Eric’s pants, being a couch, winning checkers, losing shuffleboard, Caps and Blackhawks winning, making it rain using Monopoly money, cracked eggs, balls, new Kings rules, philosophical discussions, not so philosophical discussions and some complete understanding achieved by 4am talks. As you can see above, Eric bought a pug shirt so he could Snapchat things like “Pug Life”.

May 4, 2013
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Under the boardwalk, you’ll be freezing your buns.
Under the boardwalk, it’s not that much fun.
Under the boardwalk, it’s actually a fishing pier.
Under the fishing pier, you probably shouldn’t be there because it got half destroyed in the last flood and isn’t exactly stable—ier

May 4, 2013
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I’ve been working on a show for Ocean City so I had to take a road trip out to film and take some photos. That part was kind of a bust because it was really cold and the wind was whipping up sand and salt. I’m producing something that will play in the summer and to have people all bundled up would be a bit confusing. Just remember that photos are deceiving because this was not a nice day.

May 4, 2013
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When you tell someone that you hate horses, you are bound to get a birthday cake covered in them. I, on the other hand, hate one-hundred dollar bills, and would certainly hate to get a cake topped with them. My friend was asked the question, “how does it feel to be thirty?” over and over again at his party and he described thirty as being “no different than the day before”. I see 30 as a point in your life where you’ve finally come in to your own and know who you are as a person and still have the energy to enjoy it. At the same time they say every seven years we are technically a new person. Being 23 means that there’s an entire life between Derek and me. No one can measure the day-to-day difference of their lives but the difference between where we both are makes 30 a very foreign number. P.S. $100 bill cakes don’t even begin to compare to Sheila’s Peanut Butter Chocolate Deliciousness.

When you tell someone that you hate horses, you are bound to get a birthday cake covered in them. I, on the other hand, hate one-hundred dollar bills, and would certainly hate to get a cake topped with them. My friend was asked the question, “how does it feel to be thirty?” over and over again at his party and he described thirty as being “no different than the day before”. I see 30 as a point in your life where you’ve finally come in to your own and know who you are as a person and still have the energy to enjoy it. At the same time they say every seven years we are technically a new person. Being 23 means that there’s an entire life between Derek and me. No one can measure the day-to-day difference of their lives but the difference between where we both are makes 30 a very foreign number.

P.S. $100 bill cakes don’t even begin to compare to Sheila’s Peanut Butter Chocolate Deliciousness.

May 4, 2013
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I worked through several departments while I was at Costco and the fast paced environment of the food court wasn’t for everyone. One of my favorite parts of the day was getting to play with dough. My mom and I both created our pizzas and wanted to see who would win in a blind taste test against the family. The consensus was that the stuffed crust was great but the other pizza was crispier. We still haven’t revealed whose was whose but whichever one you think looks better, that one was mine.

I worked through several departments while I was at Costco and the fast paced environment of the food court wasn’t for everyone. One of my favorite parts of the day was getting to play with dough. My mom and I both created our pizzas and wanted to see who would win in a blind taste test against the family. The consensus was that the stuffed crust was great but the other pizza was crispier. We still haven’t revealed whose was whose but whichever one you think looks better, that one was mine.

Apr 26, 2013
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I’m hear to talk about fox sex.I could hear an animal screaming in the woods and this was the second time I heard it recently. I did my research and realized that it was the mating call (“vixen’s call”) of the Red Fox. As my research continued I learned of the copulation tie which locks some species together by their reproductive organs for 5-20 minutes (sometimes longer) to make sure all of the semen is deposited. The screaming annoys me less now because I’d probably be screaming too if that was in store for me. The picture is from this video which is kind of hilarious while the sound recording is out of my window.

Apr 18, 2013
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We had an aquarium when we were younger and the fish got too big so we had to move them to the pond outside. Within a couple months a large flood swept the all of the fish into the river. I like to think they’re still swimming out there somewhere. Until my brother had the aquarium from work bestowed upon him, I had forgotten how mesmerizing it can be to just sit and watch these little guys swim around. I’m just hoping this fish isn’t trying to find its son.

Apr 18, 2013
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I took a lot of photos like this but didn’t care for them so much after the fact.

I took a lot of photos like this but didn’t care for them so much after the fact.

Apr 18, 2013
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I thought I had previously cleared out everything but it seemed I had saved the best for last because when I shined my flashlight down this particular crawl space this beauty was staring me down.

I thought I had previously cleared out everything but it seemed I had saved the best for last because when I shined my flashlight down this particular crawl space this beauty was staring me down.

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