Thursday, September 3, 2009

Spell Check People. It's your friend.

Introducing....Dance Ensemble!
Oy. This one is sad.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Hello to You Too!

Introducing...Alex McIntosh.

Eheheh.

It isn't even on a stick.

Introducing...Almost a Foot Long Hot Dogs.
Give me 12 inches or give me death!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

"Whipped cream"

Introducing...whipped cream that tastes like cheese.


By accident.


Gross.















Monday, August 24, 2009

With This Photo, I Will Judge Your Character

Introducing...My dad! and me as well.
We have a garden out back in which we grow various vegetables. My mother brought a bunch of them inside today and I absentmindedly put them on a plate.
Like this:

 
Then my father decided to make it better.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Rurall Minesotanses spel gud.

Introducing...the businesses of rural Minnesota!





Went for a little drive last night about town, just to see what I could find. The Prairie Inn celebrates in style.




Right down the street, in fact, the laundromat also boasts some colorful language. This sign has been here for years!

My camera died right after I got this picture, but if I could have gotten a fail shot of myself, I would've. As I opened the car door and stepped out to snap a photo, I quickly realized I had forgotten to put the car in park and it was inching closer to the laundromat walls...Fail, Bess!

Saturday, August 22, 2009

I am a bike. Thief.

Introducing...Me. Again.

Thursday night I went out walking around taking pictures as I went. The sun was setting, so I went home and grabbed my bike.

I biked up to the elementary school, shown here:

 
I happened to leave my bike here:

Unfortunately, today, when I realized my bike was gone, my bike was no longer there.
And here begins the adventure!

I walked to the courthouse, hoping to find it instead of having to report it stolen.



Once there, I described it and they had just picked it up today! Hooray!







 Then I got to ride in a police car!













Here's a mini fail. Trying to get a picture of myself in the side mirror.








Another, the sun blinded me there.










And then we were there! The magical place where all found bikes go....

 
 Then I had to get the cop to put the chain back on and then I was off!

 
 
The nice cop.

Back where it belongs!
So ends this failure.