So, it turns out there’s this store in the world named IKEA. It’s giant, blue, yellow, and full of…stuff. You can build a home, buy supplies for the home, or just chill on the furniture for your home, while eating a plate of Swedish meatballs or a cinnamon roll.
These are all true stories, and some of the things I have experienced in the past two days. A few months ago the city south of where we live opened up an IKEA. To give you an idea of this significance, the closest one past that is in Chicago. Needless to say I waited my due time to visit, and actually heading home yesterday Darco conned me into stopping by. Continue reading →
Lately I’ve been messing around with PhotoShop and the lovely shirt template that I have inserted into my files. Why? Not really sure outside of the fact that it’s just fun to do.
Anyways, there’s this old mantra that goes something along the lines of, “If you don’t like something, don’t complain, do something about it”. Some things in my life don’t change; I still have an appreciation for women’s soccer, just because I think it’s cool, it’s a growing business, and it’s always nice to see people who bust everything they have to grow something from nothing.
There’s a profession team in the city that I work in, along with a guy’s Major League Soccer side as well. However, so much of women’s soccer is geared towards promoting the game to, well…little girls and inspiring them to be the next Alex Morgan (by the way, please don’t). I appreciate that and all, but to be the one to complain…what about us 20-something year old men who just enjoy the game? We don’t have kids, and we don’t play the game, but we enjoy the fun aspects of the culture.
Why can’t we light smoke bombs during the time goals are scored?
Why can’t we enjoy some locally brewed beer before the game?
Why can’t we make some odd, interesting shirts to wear during the game and beyond?
I’m easily filing this under ‘pipe dream’, but I think making a random type of supporters group that doesn’t fit the exact mold would be pretty fun.
1. Starbucks new Starbucks Iced Double Shot with 20g of Protein is absolutely insane. I’m in heaven.
2. Give it up for afternoon naps. I’m not sure what it is, but two days in a row I’ve had a very short nap around 4:00 PM, and I mean I’m out like a rock. It’s incredible.
3. A huge thank you to you crazy number nerds! I was notified by WordPress last night that my ‘stats were booming’, and then I found out that yesterday the site had over 150 visits after this quick blog appeared. Again, thank you so much!
It’s 730AM. I just saw Darco fly out to El Salvador.
Since she left I’ve embraced “hipster mode” in the city. I’m drinking cold brewed coffee at a local coffee shop, next to a man with a “man bun”. This is in the area of downtown that has old, eclectic buildings that are being turned into lofts, microbreweries, and coffee shops. My beard game is strong with the turquoise color, and I’m even wearing my thick framed glasses.
Did I mention that I’m heading to Trader Joe’s next?
Hipster Mode-Achievement Unlocked
Cue gazing away, Christian music album shot...
This is exactly why my wife doesn’t leave me to my own devices.
I was thinking about the video releasing tomorrow on YouTube about my adventures of dying my hair blue. That got me thinking about the title, “What’s Your Blue”. Basically, what makes you, you? Sounds cliche, but we’re so wrapped up in backing this, that, or the other cause that we’ve completely lost our own unique identity.
Wouldn’t it be cool if people randomly painted their toenails, fingernails, or hair blue? Maybe even just wore something that was blue, and took a photo explaining what makes them, them? It’d be a cool sociological digital media event.
It’s probably another lost pipe dream, but it’d be pretty epic…
Recently I’ve been trying to figure out what fun I could have with the shrubbery that’s currently growing on my face. I haven’t shaved my beard, or trimmed it, since…April I think? I’m not going to trim it down to ‘normal’ again until the day before school starts this year (August 13th).