Where the Hell is Matt? Again

Yes!!!  Another Where the Hell is Matt? video surfaces on YouTube.  You've got to check it out.  I wrote about his dancing around the world in 2008, and this time around, it's just as good.  Dancing can melt the boundaries that separate people.  No matter your age, religion, gender, race, location, physical ability, education level, socio-economic status, or nationality--we all share a common humanity that these videos bring to the forefront.  Dance can be a way of communicating, or sharing experiences, of expressing emotions, and creating art.  Truly, we all do live on one world, and we are all more alike than different.

Vanity Plates

Wow, Blogger has new Dashboard format for composing and posting blogs...When did that happen?  Could be weeks (or months for all I know).  Pretty good sign I've been neglecting you dear blog for too long.  Oops.

Anyway, just wanted to share with you a photo from the other day.  When I saw this car's license plate in front of me while sitting in traffic I didn't notice a thing, but then I read the plate again out loud (ok, out loud in my head--I don't make it a point to talk to myself alone in the car), and it gave me pause.  H8 Rt 7.  Get it?  Get it.  Hahaha.  Made me smile and reach for my camera.  Best license plate I've ever seen on the road.  And if you've ever been on Virginia's Route 7 during rush hour, you'd totally understand. Whose brilliant idea was it to put so many red lights every 200 yards?

Sometimes, we all just have let the inner H8er out.  Anyone else ever see a memorable vanity license plate out and about?  What was the best?

State Skillets

If I had $450 to throw down on a skillet...I would buy one of these.


From the artist:

Exclusively from the den of FeLion Studios, comes the 48 cast iron skillets of the “Made In America” original state-pan art piece. Now available for individual pre-sale, every skillet from the “Made In America” series fits together with the surrounding states, making these items fun to collect and build your own geographic regions of functional skillets !

They might look mini in the photo above, but total weight of the all the state skillets together is 550 lbs! Wowza. They're definitely big enough to put on your stove and fry up some eggs in.


Goodness, the options for breakfast would be endless. Today I'd have a Virginia omelette and tomorrow a Pennsylvania pancake.

A Big Thank You

A big THANK YOU to everyone one who voted for Jamal and me in the dream wedding contest.



We are very appreciative of all your support and encouragement. We are two lucky individuals to have such amazing friends and family.

XOXOXO

One Last Chance to Vote

You've got about one last chance to vote for us in the contest since voting ends tomorrow at 10AM: www.northernvirginiamag.com/dream-wedding/

One last big push. Vote Now!

The Mystery of the Missing 54 Pieces of Candy

Shudder. I had bought several bags of Hershey's kisses (to persuade people to vote Jamal and me in the contest we're in, because everyone knows food is a great motivator). I wanted to know how many kisses were in each bag, so I could know if I had bought enough; thus I counted every piece in the bag and then laid the bag beside my bed. I counted exactly 54 pieces of chocolate.

Then I leave the house for awhile and come back to find a Hershey kiss wrapper by my door. I thought it was quite strange since I hadn't even eaten one piece of it. So I go to the bag of kisses to see what happened, and lo and behold, the bag is knocked over on it's side and when I pick it up, completely empty. Huh? That's so weird. I look around to see if the chocolate spilled out of the bag. It hasn't. Then I look under my dresser to find shiney pastel colored foil shredded and scattered everywhere.

What on earth? SOMETHING had unwrapped and eaten 54 pieces of chocolate, and that something was not me!! I call my landlord, and he comes with a golf club to search out the whole apartment and finds nothing. He promises to call pest control and in the meanwhile I call my mother who tells me, oh if it's mice they can climb. At this point I have a mini panic attack frought with hysterical crying and the inability to breathe. Of course I'm imagining the worst. The downfall of a creative imagination. Maybe it's a horde of mice who will climb up my bed while I sleep and eat the flesh off my bones. I'm a clean person, this shouldn't happen to me.

Fortunately, my very nice landlords allow me to stay in their guest bedroom until the extermminator is able to come and diagnose and eradicate the problem. There is no way I want to be in a space with something that can crawl and eat 54 pieces of chocolate in one night.

Boy this contest has turned to out be a whole lot more stressful than I could have ever imagined.

We can haz votes?

Ah, meme generators. Who doesn't love making their own lolcats and what you think I do photos? Great for annoying all your facebook friends and imploring them to votez for you!!

We can haz your votes? http://www.northernvirginiamag.com/dream-wedding/

Have you seen our video yet?

I think the folks at Northern Virginia Magazine did a nice job with our video. You can watch it below or pop on over to YouTube.

Jamal did such a great job. He's so cute (teehee). And he so got the thing I'd want throw away of his more right than the answer I gave (ugly shoes). I hate PC computers now that I've gone Mac. I won't ever go back. But I have to say, oh my goodness, do I really do those weird things with my eyes? And how many times did I like say "like" in our engagement story? I swear. I like, did not, like, even notice I was doing that, like. That was always one of my favorite exercises while teaching public speaking. Ok class, today we're going to count each other's inarticulates. Nothing like 30 19-year olds tallying every um, uh, like, err, aah you say. Leads to a profound amount of self awareness.

Anyways, how did I get so sidetracked? I meant to tell you to watch our cool video. And of course, the to VOTE for Jennifer & Jamal at: http://www.northernvirginiamag.com/dream-wedding/