Meng:
Nick:
Steven:
Meng again:
Much thanks to all our shutterbugs!
Did you take pictures? Email me, or just post 'em, and let me know where you put them.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Photos!
Relive the Blackwood Blast in minute detail with:
Meng:
Nick:
Steven:
Meng again:
Much thanks to all our shutterbugs!
Did you take pictures? Email me, or just post 'em, and let me know where you put them.
Meng:
Nick:
Steven:
Meng again:
Much thanks to all our shutterbugs!
Did you take pictures? Email me, or just post 'em, and let me know where you put them.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Just call me Trista.
Twice the bachelorette, soon to be the bride. Yes, that's right, I've had not one, but TWO bachelorette parties. Here are the rules for awesome bachelor/ette events.
1) Hire Brandon as your event coordinator. Even though I am related to a professional event coordinator, I would not hesitate to recommend Brandon and his awesome hotdog-centric dares.
2) HOTDOG-CENTRIC DARES! Really, need I say more on this topic? You try daring someone to eat a hotdog with ketchup and no bun; then you'll truly see what I mean.
3) Let's do Dorney! Maybe you think bachelor/ette parties need to involve some nudity. But where, Helen, can I go, see the naked peoples, but not feel ashamed to have my significant other see the evidence later? That would be the famed Dorney Park, where even the two-year-olds are wearing the string bikinis. It's called Wild Water Kingdom for a reason.
4) Nothing's more important than a theme, like the honoree's favorite movie. For instance, if the their favorite movie was Iron Giant, maybe you could both ride Steel Force, and give them lots of magnets as party favors. Or, of their favorite movie was Hoosiers, you could fill their day with high fives, towels snapping at their butt, and rip-away sweats.
5) A little drinky-drinky goes a long way. For more evidence, see Steven (linked above.) Clearly only a completely booze-soaked fool would have made that last post.
6) Nothing says fun like the threat of finding yourself onstage, so whether it's a club, karaoke, or the fabulous Summer Stock Dancers at the aforementioned Park of Dorney, make sure the fetee feels the burn (or at least the threat of the burn) of the spotlight.
1) Hire Brandon as your event coordinator. Even though I am related to a professional event coordinator, I would not hesitate to recommend Brandon and his awesome hotdog-centric dares.
2) HOTDOG-CENTRIC DARES! Really, need I say more on this topic? You try daring someone to eat a hotdog with ketchup and no bun; then you'll truly see what I mean.
3) Let's do Dorney! Maybe you think bachelor/ette parties need to involve some nudity. But where, Helen, can I go, see the naked peoples, but not feel ashamed to have my significant other see the evidence later? That would be the famed Dorney Park, where even the two-year-olds are wearing the string bikinis. It's called Wild Water Kingdom for a reason.
4) Nothing's more important than a theme, like the honoree's favorite movie. For instance, if the their favorite movie was Iron Giant, maybe you could both ride Steel Force, and give them lots of magnets as party favors. Or, of their favorite movie was Hoosiers, you could fill their day with high fives, towels snapping at their butt, and rip-away sweats.
5) A little drinky-drinky goes a long way. For more evidence, see Steven (linked above.) Clearly only a completely booze-soaked fool would have made that last post.
6) Nothing says fun like the threat of finding yourself onstage, so whether it's a club, karaoke, or the fabulous Summer Stock Dancers at the aforementioned Park of Dorney, make sure the fetee feels the burn (or at least the threat of the burn) of the spotlight.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Pobox Book Club: Join Today!
I'm in a book club, and I keep talking about it. Kitten got mad, and told me I had to start another book club. The Pobox book club. Then, when I said we had to pick a book, she started in on, "Gosh! Wouldn't it be great if one of us had a web page that everyone read, and could leave their vote about what book to read?!" Bah.
So, we're starting a book club. Here are the initial picks. You can vote for as many books as you want. Top two vote-getting books will have a run-off vote by email. You can also submit your votes on these books by email.
If you vote, you're in the club. If you don't vote, you're not. This will be the only time we do this vote on the blog.
Th e Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
The Devil in the White City
Bliss
Broke Diaries
We now return to your regularly scheduled silence.
So, we're starting a book club. Here are the initial picks. You can vote for as many books as you want. Top two vote-getting books will have a run-off vote by email. You can also submit your votes on these books by email.
If you vote, you're in the club. If you don't vote, you're not. This will be the only time we do this vote on the blog.
Th e Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
The Devil in the White City
Bliss
Broke Diaries
We now return to your regularly scheduled silence.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Paninis: Eating is believing.
Tonight, I finally talked Steven into opening up our new panini maker, and tossing off a couple of sandwiches.
First off, it makes something edible out of previously frozen italian bread. (Sara, did I ever tell you about the time Steven found a seltzer bottle in the freezer, and thought you had taken your "everything stays fresher in the freezer" concept to its furthest extreme?) This is especially good because we now have an endless supply of bread to freeze, since an unnamed ravioli store does not sell day-old bread.
Second, has there ever been a sandwich on earth that did not taste better with a hot, crusty grill mark across its flank? We started immediately with level 2 sandwiches: apples and cheese, and PB & N (that's nutella, duh), and oh man! They are SO good! Those little ridges! That smushy internal texture! That hard shell converting once dry, dusty freezer bread into a treat that cannot be surpassed!
Please feel free to post your panini ideas here.
Also, for my entry in the bake-off, I will simply be converting other entries into paninis. Mmm, pie panini!
First off, it makes something edible out of previously frozen italian bread. (Sara, did I ever tell you about the time Steven found a seltzer bottle in the freezer, and thought you had taken your "everything stays fresher in the freezer" concept to its furthest extreme?) This is especially good because we now have an endless supply of bread to freeze, since an unnamed ravioli store does not sell day-old bread.
Second, has there ever been a sandwich on earth that did not taste better with a hot, crusty grill mark across its flank? We started immediately with level 2 sandwiches: apples and cheese, and PB & N (that's nutella, duh), and oh man! They are SO good! Those little ridges! That smushy internal texture! That hard shell converting once dry, dusty freezer bread into a treat that cannot be surpassed!
Please feel free to post your panini ideas here.
Also, for my entry in the bake-off, I will simply be converting other entries into paninis. Mmm, pie panini!
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Boo! I'm adorable.
All I do is try to get you to love me, and what do I get? A whole lotta nothing! It's true, I think people don't read us anymore because of our few and far between updates. Once Sara, my own flesh and blood stopped reading I knew things were going down hill from there. Never fear loyal blog readers, summer is here and blogging is my specialty. Although I'm pretty busy right now trying to watch all of Gilmore Girls Season 3 (the season of Dave Rygowski), after that's over I'll be blogging more.
Are you ready to get pumped? I mean really, really pumped?
Here's a little dialogue for your amusement or to disgust you*, your choice:
* Please don't read if you love Jesus and/or fetuses
For Prize Day at school yesterday I did the benediction to close the school year.
Helen: How did your benediction go?
Me: Oh, awesome, the whole room gave me a standing ovation, and then I was like, "Jesus is #1," as I did a victory lap around the gym. Of course after my victory lap, I walked went up to the mic, yelled out, "I'm killing fetuses all summer long. Come visit me at Planned Parenthood. Then I slapped sister in the face and took a second victory lap screaming, "Down with fetuses, up with me!"
P.S. None of this really happened, please don't protest or burn down my house.
Are you ready to get pumped? I mean really, really pumped?
Here's a little dialogue for your amusement or to disgust you*, your choice:
* Please don't read if you love Jesus and/or fetuses
For Prize Day at school yesterday I did the benediction to close the school year.
Helen: How did your benediction go?
Me: Oh, awesome, the whole room gave me a standing ovation, and then I was like, "Jesus is #1," as I did a victory lap around the gym. Of course after my victory lap, I walked went up to the mic, yelled out, "I'm killing fetuses all summer long. Come visit me at Planned Parenthood. Then I slapped sister in the face and took a second victory lap screaming, "Down with fetuses, up with me!"
P.S. None of this really happened, please don't protest or burn down my house.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Who is this cheesy?
If you are a cheesy person yourself, you can stop reading now.
I have been trying to avoid blogging about the wedding, because it is not really interesting to anyone. But I was trying to find cheap candles today, when I found this "poem" instead. In case anyone was trying to come up with the sappiest shower present ever, I have now topped personalized garden stones (your name + his name + his last name = BARF!)
A Basket of Candles
For Bitsy
A basket of candles That come in a pair
In all different colors, For you two to share
The white ones burn first
They are wrapped in white lace
To celebrate your first married night
In your new chosen place
The green pair is taller, and also much thinner
Burn with the first company, you have over for dinner
The dark blue candles are for after your first fight
Use them to burn while making up all night
Pink candles set the mood and pave the way
For your first married Valentine’s Day
Now, when your first year of marriage is through
The cream anniversary pair, will light for you two.
Red candles aflame, both your futures are bright.
Celebrate promotions you’ve worked toward with all of your might.
By this time we hope, maybe, just maybe
You can light the purple ones, on the birth of your baby,
And just when you thought, you’d put these away
Take the light blue ones out-for your fifth anniversary day.
Now just one more pair left-for the big 2 5
The anniversary pair that will keep your love alive
Congratulations bride and groom (enter names)
On the start of your forever
May the two of you always be happy together
And burn these candles
Just the way we said
But please don’t forget-blow them out before bed!
The cherry on top, though. "I got this poem and basket full of candles at my shower a few weeks ago. It was one of the sweetest gifts I received. I just found the poem online and I thought I'd share it with you for future gifts! I hope you enjoy it b/c it definitely touched me!"
Someone please go register weddingwishestoshare.com. I could totally make a mint off this concept.
A box full of Candy
for someone who's dandy
When someone's as sweet as you and your love
What could be better than Reese's and Dove?
Don't forget Snickers, 'cause that's what we'll do
When you open this package and start to boo-hoo!
See? I'm a natural!
I have been trying to avoid blogging about the wedding, because it is not really interesting to anyone. But I was trying to find cheap candles today, when I found this "poem" instead. In case anyone was trying to come up with the sappiest shower present ever, I have now topped personalized garden stones (your name + his name + his last name = BARF!)
A Basket of Candles
For Bitsy
A basket of candles That come in a pair
In all different colors, For you two to share
The white ones burn first
They are wrapped in white lace
To celebrate your first married night
In your new chosen place
The green pair is taller, and also much thinner
Burn with the first company, you have over for dinner
The dark blue candles are for after your first fight
Use them to burn while making up all night
Pink candles set the mood and pave the way
For your first married Valentine’s Day
Now, when your first year of marriage is through
The cream anniversary pair, will light for you two.
Red candles aflame, both your futures are bright.
Celebrate promotions you’ve worked toward with all of your might.
By this time we hope, maybe, just maybe
You can light the purple ones, on the birth of your baby,
And just when you thought, you’d put these away
Take the light blue ones out-for your fifth anniversary day.
Now just one more pair left-for the big 2 5
The anniversary pair that will keep your love alive
Congratulations bride and groom (enter names)
On the start of your forever
May the two of you always be happy together
And burn these candles
Just the way we said
But please don’t forget-blow them out before bed!
The cherry on top, though. "I got this poem and basket full of candles at my shower a few weeks ago. It was one of the sweetest gifts I received. I just found the poem online and I thought I'd share it with you for future gifts! I hope you enjoy it b/c it definitely touched me!"
Someone please go register weddingwishestoshare.com. I could totally make a mint off this concept.
A box full of Candy
for someone who's dandy
When someone's as sweet as you and your love
What could be better than Reese's and Dove?
Don't forget Snickers, 'cause that's what we'll do
When you open this package and start to boo-hoo!
See? I'm a natural!
Friday, May 20, 2005
I'm still, I'm still Janie from the block.
Dearest H Diddy,
Fine, you win, but watch out I could leave you for Ben Affleck whenever my little heart desires.
Love Always,
J. Ho(rstmann)
So I'm busy learning and rowing 24/7 and what do I get crap for? Not blogging. Cool. So what have I been up to? Yes, crew, after a solid 6 months our season finally ends next Saturday. Exams start Monday, only three days though. We went to the U2 concert. Oh, and I went to prom.
Posting a picture is far too complicated on this blog so uh let me reenact some for you.
Ah yes, here's a self portrait of me and Sara winking, the ultimate Horstmann pose.
Took some pictures of the quad, but no good ones, so good thing you don't get to see them.
Ah look, McCrea and I are sitting on a bench, almost as good as a nice Clair Pruett portrait.
Sara took some nice candid action shots. I'm talking to Missy. I'm receiving flowers. I'm walking inside.
Good times.
Wow, I haven't posted in a while. heh. I mean that's not funny.
My To-do List:
1. Blog.
2. Beat Helen with my bully stick.
3. Not rescue Mary from her burning home, and then call her out for not blogging.
4. Get into college.
Guess what? Julie Cooper (from the O.C.) has the same nickname as me. Come on Caleb, couldn't you be a little more original? So writers of the O.C., if you're reading this, back off, JuJu's mine.
Fine, you win, but watch out I could leave you for Ben Affleck whenever my little heart desires.
Love Always,
J. Ho(rstmann)
So I'm busy learning and rowing 24/7 and what do I get crap for? Not blogging. Cool. So what have I been up to? Yes, crew, after a solid 6 months our season finally ends next Saturday. Exams start Monday, only three days though. We went to the U2 concert. Oh, and I went to prom.
Posting a picture is far too complicated on this blog so uh let me reenact some for you.
Ah yes, here's a self portrait of me and Sara winking, the ultimate Horstmann pose.
Took some pictures of the quad, but no good ones, so good thing you don't get to see them.
Ah look, McCrea and I are sitting on a bench, almost as good as a nice Clair Pruett portrait.
Sara took some nice candid action shots. I'm talking to Missy. I'm receiving flowers. I'm walking inside.
Good times.
Wow, I haven't posted in a while. heh. I mean that's not funny.
My To-do List:
1. Blog.
2. Beat Helen with my bully stick.
3. Not rescue Mary from her burning home, and then call her out for not blogging.
4. Get into college.
Guess what? Julie Cooper (from the O.C.) has the same nickname as me. Come on Caleb, couldn't you be a little more original? So writers of the O.C., if you're reading this, back off, JuJu's mine.
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