Monday, July 18, 2011

The Real Me

Have you ever seen The Last Star Fighter? There is a machine that unmasks evil. When I first got my Mac I became obsessed with the program Photo Booth. Unfortunately, I've found that it holds the same property as the machine in The Last Star Fighter.

So I now confide in you, my blogging friends. Most of you think that I am a decent human being with a decent human face. Unfortunately you're wrong. I'm hideous. How hideous am I? Well, it depends on the day of the month. I have a wizard friend who gave me a magical face that I pretend to wear as my own. My computer program Photo Booth is too smart though. As I sit there and smile at the camera, the Photo Booth takes a picture of what I really am inside. See for yourself.

So now you know what I am. I'm a monster! Please don't chase after me with pitchforks. I don't want to eat anyone.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Crashing the Party

For those of you who are seriously out of the loop (which I hope is no one) the last Harry Potter movie came out this morning at 12 am.

Wednesday a friend of mine said, "Aubry, we should do something tomorrow night." I suggested a movie at the dollar theater. She reacted with excitement at being at the theaters to see people dressed in costumes. Well, we'd be at the wrong theaters. So our plans changed from going a movie to checking out people's costumes as they wait in line to see Harry Potter. She also wanted to dress up. I have a zombie outfit that easily doubles as a dementor costume. So I was a dementor. She was Professor Trelawney.

We went to two different theaters and we took pictures with Lucius Malfoy, Dobby, Voldemort, a phoenix, Bellatrix, Snape, Rita Skeeter, and others. I'd show you these pictures but they are on my friend's camera. The only picture I have is the one of my hands below. Dementors don't really have hands, but I thought she did a good job making me look creepy.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Best Quote of the Day

Mom (on the phone): My kids are all coming home.

Grandma (under her breath to me): Your goats are all coming home.

Word to the wise: don't call children "kids" in front of my grandma. Kids are goats. She will correct you every time.

Thursday, July 07, 2011

The America I Believe In

We recently celebrated the 4th of July. I got to watch Stadium of Fire, be with family, watch the parade, and participate in our own fireworks showing. America means a lot to me. Sometimes I can be eloquent, but I don't think this is one of my moments. So, bear with me.

Pride can be a dangerous thing. I'll admit to that. A lack of pride can be just as dangerous. I am proud to be an American. That doesn't mean I think I'm better than anyone else. I hope that everyone everywhere can be just as proud to be who they are. I think that as long as we are actively being the type of people we want to be then we can be proud of who we are. It's with that attitude that I love the 4th of July. We can celebrate what it means to stand for freedom. We can celebrate the nation that allowed for the Church of Jesus Christ to be restored.

This link leads to a snopes account stating that a man named Harold B Estes really sent a letter to the president. Honestly, I wouldn't even care if Harold Estes didn't exist. This letter echoes how I feel about America. And it echoes why I like to laugh and joke and say that as soon as Obama got elected I left the country. Unfortunately, when I came back he was still here.