Monday, September 20, 2010

Celebrity sighting... well maybe... but probably not

I saw the Duggars the other day at work.

I was just chillin' outside on my break and just finished my amazing lunch meat sandwich.
When I look across the street I see a group of about 20+ people.  Which is normal-ish here in DC, but there was something a little strange about the group.
There were some adults. But the majority of the individuals just seemed young. 

After taking a closer look I thought
hmmm the older guy kind-of looks like the guy off of that TLC show

I continued to walk inside.  Then I noticed the oldest son (the one that just got married and had the most awkward wedding ever televised) 
and I thought. “OMG, maybe it is the family from TLC.  I mean there are a lot of kids and none of them really appear to be the same age

By this time I was five steps from re-entering the building and I already made eye contact with the dad… basically I missed my opportunity to take a pic.

I head in and tell a couple people I work with that I think I just saw the Duggars. 
No one really seemed to care.

They were dressed normal-ish (I’ve seen more conservative clothes on other visitors... and they weren't wearing the typical american flag t-shirts that most tourist wear) and there wasn’t extra security or a film crew around them.
They were just a normal family (times 5)

They even stood in the middle of the museum for a bit, while someone from Guest Services explained the concept behind the building.

-One girl looked like she had a bumpit in her hair.
-And another one had a really fancy mancy camera and was taking pictures.  

(I was jealous of the camera… not so much of the bumpit)

And the oldest son and his wife were holding hands and being all cute.  It made their creepy wedding seem less creepy.

From what I could notice, the mom wasn’t there.  It was just the dad, the kids, and a couple of other adults.

And then they all went up to the Permanent Exhibit.
Which I thought was super weird, mostly b/c we don’t recommend that children under the age of 12 go up.
I was automatically interested in how the dad would explain the holocaust to his his family.  
(I hope they film a segment about it)

Hmmm, that may be it.  (I know I live an exciting life)

It only seems fitting to post a pic of them on the Mike Huckabee show.... 

if anything I thought my Fox shoutout would make my brother-in-law happy. 
(check out his crazy right wing blog!)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

What’s your story?

Last night I mingled it up with A.Hughes and some of her old internship friends.

And I was asked the “What’s your story?” question at least 6 times.

The first time I was asked I just gave a blank stare...

What do you mean?  What’s my story, I don’t know.  What’s your story? I don’t have a “story” I just moved here.  What exactly do you want to know; my job, where am I from, have I ever killed anyone, what was my childhood pet, etc? 

It was all very confusing.

I think I just rambled something like

….um. I’m from Iowa, I have 5 siblings, I went to the University of Iowa, graduated, and I have an internship at the US Holocaust Memorial museum….. um, my favorite animal is the giraffe, etc.

Then I asked him and he basically recited his resume, it was all very weird.

After that the only logical thing was to copy him.
which I did

I’m from Iowa, went to uiowa graduated with a degree in PolSci and minors in Mass Communication and Religious Studies, worked at Disney world for 8 months, etc

when I started to do that, people didn’t really care about that kind of story. 

Super confusing.

From now on I’m just going to stick to the Iowa and Museum thing.

They should just come up with a better question.  It was almost like they all read the same article mentioning the “what’s your story?” question and decided to use it in their everyday life.

I would say it is almost like the phrase “what’s up”… um, idk nothing?


Sunday, September 5, 2010

Shoes, Journals, and the American Indian

Right now I’m sitting in my room trying to stretch out a pair of shoes I bought back in Iowa.

I’m convinced that DC weather has made wearing half of my rings and shoes impossible.

I mean there is a huge possibility that I bought these shoes a size to small to begin with.  But I swear when I tried them on in the air conditioned store with steph they didn’t seem snug at all. 

So I’m sitting on my computer in my room with a pair of semi-high heels on.

And all I can think is that hopefully my roommate doesn’t walk in (not that she has ever walked into my room) but I’m fairly certain I’m the definition of white-trash right now:
I have on a white tank top on that has a gigantic hole in it, a red B-R-A, stripes boxer shorts, I haven’t showered today, my hair is in a side ponytail, and I have these black high heels on…. Super classy.

Besides my shoe problem….

I bought a journal today. 
Well, technically it is a small drawing notebook.  It was impossible to find a journal that didn’t have lines in it…. I hate lines when I write. I think they limit what I want to say… I like the idea of being to draw a picture or write REALLY BIG if I feel like it. 

I’m not completely sure why… but lines make me feel uncomfortable.

So, I bought this art notebook instead of a real fancy journal with a cool design on it. 
I’m sure after a while I’ll make it work and will be happy with my decision. 

Besides my shoe and journal problem...

 I went to the National Museum of the American Indian.  I felt like I needed to go with a tour guide or spend a couple of hours watching a documentary to really appreciate this museum.  They just had so much stuff and I had no idea what I needed to take out of it.

… hmm, that is all for today.