On the way home from DI
I tried using 'Slow Motion' by Juvenile, but it was too trashy.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
I am getting lazy about blogging, part of me wants to quit Instagram because I post a picture and then feel like the event is documented. But I like a story, I’ve always loved to tell stories and hear them so I’d rather read an interesting blog any day then look at pictures and sift through hashtags. So please allow me to re-cap stories I have already told and already forgot all the details in order to feel like I’m keeping up my blog.
Friday night I went to the Organ Loft, a theater build for silent movies, the organ player was the center of attention while the guts of the organ ran through out the entire place, hitting you from every angle with music.
The screen was right above him and they played two Buster Keaton films. To step back in time and watch these films that are over 100 years old was brilliantly beautiful. I’ve decided that when I have my 9 children they will be raised on Buster Keaton, (Don’t babies love black and white images?) There was a beautiful glow of simplicity, impressed with what little resources they had and still delivered something that was captivating. Maybe it was just the theater that make the entire thing charming. The Organist has no music, he would just watch the film himself and play along.
Saturday, I went to the tulip festival, it was lovely. Mother Nature is wonderful. Mother nature being manipulated by millions of dollars is cool too.
The weather was nice, the air smelled so sweet.
Sunday Mike Doge cooked for the family, Whitney says cooking is his love language, I need a man whose love language is providing me delicious meat, that’s all I need. Whitney is so lucky.
He brought the dog, that big slobbery mess. 160 pounds and he is still more timid then our cat. Then boys and I hung out with Dad watching a Frank Sinatra documentary on HBO, if you get the change to see it take it. Rat Pack in all their glory, Frank and Elvis singing together, racist jokes towards Sammy Davis Jr, JFK, the mafia- proper music education.
Posted by McKayJoice at 11:09 AM
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Get outa here!!!
I live a block away from the square, a block and I love every second of it, I see the temple and crazy Mormons every day. When Conference time rolls around the parking is madness, the people are crazy and it is so fun to be so close to it, watching everyone travel to my backyard.
Scouring Instagram to find my hashtag post conference, I just am so happy people are down there taking and posting pictures in the same spot. We all just love that historic Salt Lake Temple, and the idea of people venturing in to Conference and seeing it for the first time. It really is quite grand, and I'm positive I take it for granted.
So first a fleet of pictures taking at the temple either on Saturday or sunday-
Don't know why I love to browse through them, I just like to see people happy to be at conference and proud enough to post pictures.
And then a few of my favorites. . . .
This one is gold, terrible picture quality, sleepy faces. You can tell he is their favorite. . .
This kid. . .
The giant sucker, the naked child, the bed head happy face. . .
This one cracked me up, so funny. .
Daaannnng. . . ANDIE!! are you seeing this guy. HELLO! Drove 700 miles! What a salward saint!
Picking out people in the choir, oh man, so funny. . .
Knee in his gut, everyone's hair is a mess, blankets galore. . . .
I wonder how long they stayed like that, makes me want a house full of boys. . . . .
Beach Dad. . .
Look at that set up! Bless their hearts, I love em. . .
Look at those excited faces about being in the choir, they are always so serious on screen, I like the thought of them goofing off. . .
I bet they are the catty-est best-est friends. .
(And then there is Paul)
Only for conference would a room look like this. . .
Love this one, I love frumpy Mom in the background, I love the good looking guys cuddled up together. . .
Those legs. . .
And then there is this creepy guy. . .
So great. . I love/hate the cyber world. But it is so fun to feel united.
Posted by McKayJoice at 9:50 AM