He always only answers texts with an "OK".
He watches Fox News and golf all summer, football all winter.
He doesn't get technology, but he sure gets mad when the internet crashes.
He reads 1,000+ page books on the Civil War and World War II.
He watches Patton when he's stressed about something.
He hates tattoos.
He loves gardening.
He spends more time on the phone than off it.
He gives flashlights and jumper cables as gifts.
He gives directions to everywhere and sometimes reads the atlas for fun.
He has used his library card once.
He can't cook to save his life but knows his way around a grill.
He likes his steak medium-well.
He eats raw pasta.
He'll drive three hours to swap cars with you so you can get back to school on time.
He conducts the Boston Pops on TV every 4th of July with a wooden spoon.
He has over 10 pairs of reading glasses, and loses all of them.
He has run over a cell phone with a tractor.
He didn't go to Clemson, but has season tickets to Tigers football games.
He's always up for a game of Monopoly, or Scrabble, but hates Jenga.
A car ride with him is like Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.
He is quizzed monthly on the names and locations of his daughter's friends.
He always fails those quizzes.
He never loses his cool, except for when he does.
He's always good for ten bucks.
He's spending this Father's Day loading 450 bales of hay onto a trailer.
He's allergic to hay.
He does it anyway.
His only advice is "exercise proper behaviour".
It works for every situation.
Happy Father's Day to the chillest dad around.
Necklace: Target | Top: J.Crew Factory | Skirt: JCPenney | Wedges: Target | Lips: NARS Heat Wave
When I was in high school, my bff A. worked at a golf course/resort. We had a standing dinner on Saturday nights after she got off work. One night, I arrived to pick her up after her shift, which ended around 10 (I think?), to go get food. There had been a party at the golf course, and for some reason, there were plastic pink flamingoes stuck all over a side lawn. A., ever the daredevil, and me, ever the getaway driver, hatched a plan to steal one of those flamingoes. It involved A. sneaking out of my car, snatching a flamingo off the lawn, diving into my car, and making a quick getaway. (Quite a plan.) Today, Frank perches next to the pool, enjoying his retirement in South Carolina.
This is Frank 2.0. Welcome to the family, Frank2. I think this is the beginning of a very unhealthy wonderful relationship.
Necklace: thrifted | Dress: Target | Belt: Target | Wedges: Target
Rebekah mentioned approximately two hours ago that she is bad at blogging this time of year. Concerts, fun, life, etc. I'd like to own up to the same deal, plus school. Concert season officially begins for me in one week, when T. and I are hitting up The Package Tour. I am not lying. Two Keshas (one of which includes bonus Pitbull), a Streetlight Manifesto farewell tour, and one Black Keys later, and...I also have tickets for Bruno Mars. No big deal. I'm a lot more excited about the whole concert thing than the fact that I still have that pesky grad school to deal with. December is coming, December is coming, December is coming.
White Center (Yellow, Pink and Lavender on Rose) by Mark Rothko
1950, oil on canvas
You all know Mark Rothko, right? If not, you should. He's one of the most influential artists of the Abstract Expressionism movement, which is one of the most important post-war art movements thus far. Abstract Expressionism cracked open the world of art and changed the idea of what art could be. Rothko was a skilled artist, and this piece--White Center--sold for over $72 million, which is a record for the most any post-war artwork has ever sold for. Amazing. SIA submissions are due to me by the evening of Monday, June 17th. Enjoy, y'all!
