St. Patrick’s Day

St. Patrick’s Day

I forgot that yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day.  Luckily, I wore a spot of green on a T-shirt I was wearing (however, to be honest, I think it was a bit of salad from lunch).

I didn’t have any green beer, nor did I drink any Irish whiskey.  My family didn’t have and corn beef, potatoes, or cabbage.  I failed my Irish ancestors miserably.

I did remind my kids that it was St. Patrick’s Day and to wear green.  They actually listen to me.  I should have mentioned to them that you are supposed to not fight or argue with your siblings that day too.

So today, I, Kevin Hellriegel make the promise to pay more attention to the various holidays that occur everyday of the year and dress appropriately to said holiday.  If it is National Field Hockey Day, I’ll dress up in a field hockey outfit, if it is National School Spirit Day (September 12, 2012), I’ll dress up as a Kapa’a High Warrior or a UW Husky!  And if it is Naked Hiking Day…well, I’ll break  my promise and skip that one!

Ugly Pink Shirts

The one thing I really like about the website is you can search for random terms and find a bunch of photos totally unrelated to the term you were looking at.  These results can be very entertaining.  Most photos on the website are just family snapshots, not professionally quality.  That is perfectly ok.   People are creating wonderful memories and saving these images for themselves, their friends, and people like me!

Since they don’t change their privacy settings, their images are there for public viewing.  This is a wonderful opportunity for people like me, that stumble upon their Kauai vacation photos, their cat photos, and gives me the  inspiration to create a blog entry out of their photos.  God (and my imaginary stalker Cyndi) only knows how many people see my photos of my cat Meesha and I on Facebook.  One minute you send a simple photo message to your wife and then it ends up on Facebook.

Since I am fairly boring, I dress in muted plain colors for my job as a school photographer.  Please see my entry “Busy As a Bee”  for my “Dad Uniform”.  I can’t say the say that I wear flashy colors in my photos.  One color I refuse to wear is pink.  It doesn’t look good on me.  My cheeks always are a little read and a pink shirt just looks bad on me.  I’d look like I was about to have a heart attack  if I worn pink with my red cheeks.

Getting back to bad photos, Photobucket, pink shirts, and lack of privacy settings allows us to see people’s photo albums and a father wearing an ugly pink shirt.

Maybe these guys can pull it off, however, I know I can’t wear the ugly pink shirt.  I accept that.  I’ll leave the pink shirt to other fathers.

On a side note…If these guys think it is dangerous enough to wear rubber gloves, whole body safety suits, and oxygen masks then why in the world would you be standing there in just your pink shirt and white summer retiree shorts?  These guys are wearing hazmat suits and oxygen masks for some reason.  Don’t you think that perhaps you should get out of there? I certainly wouldn’t be standing around with my white shorts and pink shirt with a stupid grin on my face.

Secret Confession

I like mindless action movies like every other guy.  The fists of fury, the explosions, the car crashes, the scantily clad woman actresses, and the endless corny jokes.  It’s all good stuff.

However, I have a secret…I enjoy the trashy drama movies on the LMN (Lifetime Network).  Only you and my imaginary stalker Cyndi now know.  Why would I like this stuff?  It’s a train wreck in every movie.  Lots of betrayal, murder, cheating, insecure relationships, drinking, poor judgment, stalking, death.  And that’s the first half hour of any Lifetime movie!

My biggest excitement is when the cheater’s lover ends up dead!  I know it’s coming and I can’t wait.  Sure, it is predictable (it’s a movie) but it is so fun to watch.

Basically, the moral of any Lifetime movie is….well, there is no moral.  Someone will end up dead and the killer is either a) spouse b) close friend c) stranger (oh big surprise) or d) the photographer.

Yes, every time a photographer is in the movie, he’s the killer.  That is a know movie law that is true like the law of gravity.  Oh, there is a photographer in the movie?  Yup, he is the psycho/killer/stalker.

Getting back to the moral of the story: don’t cheat.  You or your lover will end up dead usually killed by the photographer you hired to photograph your cat Mr. Mittens flocking in the daisies.  A bit of a bummer, isn’t it?


The Biggest Loser Show

Biggest Loser

I must admit that I like The Biggest Loser and enjoy the weight loss the contestants’ experience.  The one complaint I have about the show is the weigh in segment of the show.  It drives me nuts with the digital scale numbers going up and down, the beeping (like a bad flashback to the “Price is Right” show).  You know as soon as the contestant steps on the scale, the correct weight will appear, and we should know that immediately.  The ten beeps and the imaginary suspense is just plain stupid.  The contestant isn’t jumping up and down to confuse the scale.  It’s just stupid tv nonsense.

Really, I would much prefer the beeping and the random numbers to done with.  Make more time for those fabulous commercials from the major corporate sponsors.