3 D's: Duck. Dynasty. Dream.

Today was the season 3 premier of Duck Dynasty.  And I LOVE duck dynasty.  I may or may not be considered a bandwagon fan.  But I'm okay with that because it is such frappin' hilarious show!  I also feel that I hopped on the bandwagon a little earlier than most, so at least I got a good seat, right?

This is just one of far too many wonderful Duck Dynasty quotes.  If it were one movie, I would have the whole thing memorized.  Sure, it can be quite scripted, and Willie is not a good enough actor for that, but Si is just funny and borderline senile.  I mean, the man mistook berries for poop!  HE ATE POOP!  Plus, he is a Nam vet, for crying out loud.  Give him some R-S-P-E-C-T!!  And let's not forget to mention the time he dominated the donut-eating contest!  Did Obama ever win a donut eating contest?  Did Justin Bieber?  Did Adele?  I don't think so. . . Ok, maybe Adele did.

ANYWAY. . .

Over MLK day break, I had a dream about Duck Dynasty.

The best part is that I was in the dream. . . As in I was a member of the Robertson family!  I'm not positive how I fit in, but I think I was a grandchild.  Which was sweet!  I mean, Phil was my grandpa, guys!

Anyway, I think we were eating squirrel.

THEN, WE WENT TO DISNEYLAND!!

Is that not the greatest imaginary experience of your whole life?! If I ever get a terminal illness and get a wish, I will for sure (1) meet Tim Tebow (just thought I'd throw that in there), (2) become adopted into the Robertson family, and then (3) go to Disneyland with them.

That would make me happy, happy, happy.


Love, Kj

Valentine's Day

In case you walked around campus with your eyes closed and headphones in all day, I’ll just take a moment to inform you that today is Valentine’s Day.  I’ll also take a moment to advise you to refrain from walking around campus in the manner described above.  Safety hazard. 

Here’s my thing:  I hate haters.  I mean, what’s wrong with being “just okay”, “just eh”, “just fine” with JB, the Jonas Brothers, T Swift, etc.? You don’t know their lives. The same goes for Christmas music and Valentine's Day.  So many people LOATHE ENTIRELY things/people that are completely irrelevant.  The only things you can acceptably hate are: haters, the Chargers (and the Cowboys, and the Patriots, and the Raiders, and the Chiefs), and the Utes.  That’s it.  If you’re hating anything else, then you’re just crusty and making your life stink.  

So Valentine’s Day is cool.  I mean, do I have a Valentine?  No.  Can I walk anywhere at BYU and avoid being reminded of that?  Heck no.  However, I like love.  Love’s cool.  I also love pink. And candy.  So that makes for a happy day.  And every holiday is an excuse to celebrate, which is super great.  

Furthermore, I like the cheesy stuff people do.  Mormons do cheesy best.  Some lady who looked like she belonged on Yo Gabba Gabba came and sang a song to a kid in the Wilk today.  She was nuts.  And whoever thought it was a cute idea to do that to their sweetheart is more nuts.  But it made my day a little more interesting.  In the “I could’ve probably gone throughout my day having not seen that, and it would’ve been better” sense.  But, better is not always memorable.

So quit hating on Valentine’s Day.  Hey, if you have a Valentine, pin a rose on your nose.  If not, that may be a sign you could do your hair a little cuter. Or perhaps you smell bad. Joke.  Then again, I could very well not be joking.  Who knows?

Anyway, I’ll leave you with this meme because it's punny.

Just remember:  Chances are, I love you.  So you’ve made it.  You’re there.  Happy Valentine’s Day, homies!  And stay away from the Hinckley Hall lobby tonight.  The PDA could be toxic.

Love, Kj