Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Blast from the past

The other day I was at home and I have NO IDEA where this came from, but I suddenly remembered the Doritos Halloween campaign from years ago.

Anyone else remember how they would put dollar halves in each of the bags with either a werewolf's, Dracula's, Frankenstein's or a mummy's face? And each dollar was assigned a specific amount, where if you found two matching halves you could win the amount marked on it??

Absolutely everyone I've spoken with about this memory has shot me down, saying I'm either crazy or on drugs.

Well, neither of those are correct. Behold:



P.S. How old does that Pepsi logo look?! Wow that takes me back. And if you'll see the fine print at the end, it was in 1991. Awesome I can remember that far back, seeing as how I was only six years old.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

How do you measure a moment in a life?

Sorry about the sappy title, I'm listening to the Rent movie soundtrack because my iPod's on my favorite spazzy, ADD playlist. Ohhh, and now we're on to Moulin Rouge -- best movie, EVER.

Well that's enough random stream of consciousness outburts from me.

Now that I'm back home with kind of a lot of free time on my hands -- understatement -- I'm sort of getting in to scrapbooking again. Seriously people, I'm a good two-three years behind here. My album from sophomore year of college is almost complete. I kind of started updating my "Family travels" album after being excited by the new New York and Las Vegas stickers I recently purchased at Richards. Thank you working as a traveling reporter for the AVP Pro Beach Volleyball Tour last year! That expanded my already vast arsenal of U.S. travel experiences, and now that I'm back from Europe, I'm ready to start scrapping my European adventures. Long story (even longer) short, this is the answer to the title of today's post.

Problem is though, how the heck do you consolidate 100+ pictures from each of the trips I took in seven months? I have 20 available pages in the new blank scrapbook dedicated to the Assistantship Experience -- as I'm formally labeling it -- and I've made an executive decision to allocate only one page for each trip/holiday that happened while I was based out of France.

That's the problem with digital cameras, I think. After just one party, or one short weekend trip, I imagine we can come up with more pictures than a family in the '50s could amass in a single lifetime. Imagine having to actually develop photos and waiting weeks for new pictures to come! It's also a bit dictatorial to have to decide what 24 images you want to capture on a trip, when you've only got one roll of film.

Thank God it's 2008.

However, having 2,000+ pictures from the past year makes it kind of difficult to sort through them and decide which ones to download to the Costco website for one hour developing.

Which is why scrapbooking is cool. And I think I'm doing this in more of the traditional sense; I'm actually including stickers, ticket stubs, and brochures from my adventures. My little book really will be bits and pieces with tiny snaps printed out from my computer on special photo paper.

This is way more fun than waiting for rolls to develop! (And I feel somewhat productive, even though I'm avoiding my GRE studying time.)

So without any further ado, I bring you my first two efforts:


Page 1: Gym membership card, bus pass (please ignore the fact that "bus" is spelled with two s's), médiathèque card, and my God-forsaken carte de séjour, which is kind of funny to look at it preserved in a plastic page while thinking about all the trouble I had to go through to get it.



Page 2:
My trip to visit Florian at his home in Germany during Spring Break! Being the sports freak that I am, I've zoned in on one particular aspect of the trip: SOCCER (Fußball). It'd be too hard to choose without organizing themes throughout my pages. Here we have my ticket stub from the FC Nürnberg match and then the Olympic Stadium in München.