We are doing a promotion at work that encourages residents to "Stay and Play" this season, rather than travel. Since there's so much cool stuff to do here - you know. They asked me (rather I begged them) to let me make a logo for it and they actually let me! This logo will appear on the right side bar of this website http://www.kpvi.com/. (Assuming they don't hate it.) Let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is always good.
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Showing newest 9 of 28 posts from September 2008. Show older posts
What Do You Think: Logo Design
We are doing a promotion at work that encourages residents to "Stay and Play" this season, rather than travel. Since there's so much cool stuff to do here - you know. They asked me (rather I begged them) to let me make a logo for it and they actually let me! This logo will appear on the right side bar of this website http://www.kpvi.com/. (Assuming they don't hate it.) Let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is always good.
My Vote
Let me go on the record saying I am a not politically affiliated, really. I tend to vote for the party that is the LEAST retarded. Many of my views in general are of the republican/conservative nature. I do often make exceptions to a few stricter republican views. For example, I am against legalizing abortion. However, if the mother's life is in danger or the child has a chromosomal disorder I feel it should be the mother's choice (as with rape or incest.) Many of us feel this way I'm sure. In general, republicans seem to keep the crazy democrats at bay.
But I am not a one-issue voter. In other words, one or two issues won't keep me from voting for a person who I think can actually kick America's @$$ into shape. (Yes, I just disguised a bad word.)
So once again we are at a crossroads in an indecipherable election. Attempting to choose between a "Giant Douche" and a "Turd Sandwich" is just as difficult as it sounds. As a public I will admit we are pretty damn picky about our presidents. What are we expecting here really? I used to think Oprah would make the perfect president, until she wasted a huge chunk of money giving well-qualified African girls a rediculously over-priced luxury school. Yeah, THAT'S what they need over there. Then I figured I would like to see Ahhnold in office, but I forgot that our lame country requires you to be "born" in America to be president. See, that's how "diverse" we really are. Anyway, my last choice for president was my mom. But that sort of fell through.
So once again we are at a crossroads in an indecipherable election. Attempting to choose between a "Giant Douche" and a "Turd Sandwich" is just as difficult as it sounds. As a public I will admit we are pretty damn picky about our presidents. What are we expecting here really? I used to think Oprah would make the perfect president, until she wasted a huge chunk of money giving well-qualified African girls a rediculously over-priced luxury school. Yeah, THAT'S what they need over there. Then I figured I would like to see Ahhnold in office, but I forgot that our lame country requires you to be "born" in America to be president. See, that's how "diverse" we really are. Anyway, my last choice for president was my mom. But that sort of fell through.
Now, I've decided that this vote for me is much like deciding on a new hair style. I could keep my mousy brown fuzz-ball hair and play it safe, just in case the hair lady botches it. Or I could totally change it up, take a chance, and if worse comes to worse - It'll grow back.
Voting for McCain is like keeping the homely hair-do. Yeah, you won't look any worse (because let's face it, it can't get much worse. What's worse than Bush? Pun intended.) but you're likely to put it up in a ponytail and ignore it until someone literally rips it out for you. McCain claims "change" but how long will he really be in office before he croaks? I give it a year tops. Then let's see Palin as president. That would be like a make-over.
Voting for Obama is like taking a chance on a new hair-do. At first it might seem a little crazy, weird, and it even might not go over well with the public. But at least it's a change. Bad or good, like I said, it can't get much worse. My grandma literally thinks he's the anti-christ so I'm not so sure on this one.
When people get mad at me for not voting, I get pissed off. My best friend is about as democratic as you can possibly get without being clinically insa----no wait, she' past that point. But she gets all bitter when I don't vote. No, I am not going to waste my time and effort to go cast my vote for a giant douche or a turd sandwich. Not to mention I live in the most republican state in the U.S. so my vote actually doesn't count either way.
If I DID feel like getting up off my @$$ to waste my time and effort, I would vote for Obama this time. Hey, I'm impulsive what can I say?
My Celebrity Look Alikes/The Coolest Thing Ever
And the Sources Say: I look like Beyonce! (Ha!)
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"You're the Worst Kind. You're High Maintenance but You Think You're Low Maintenance."
"You're the Worst Kind. You're High Maintenance but You Think You're Low Maintenance." - Said by Billy Chrystal in "When Harry Met Sally."
Possibly one of the best movies ever made. Now, I was only 4 years old when it was released so I watched it just a few years ago for the first time. Then I watched it again. And again. Now I can't watch it because Brad won't let me. Something about Billy Chrystal's nasal east coast accent and curly hair that gets him riled up. I love the movie mostly because of the writing, and partly because I miss the old Meg Ryan. The Meg without fishlips.
This line got to me today because I found that I am precisely the opposite, and possibly the worst kind in history. I am low maintenance, but try to be high maintenance. This means that I go to the salon to get my hair and nails done, but after about two weeks I inadvertently pick off the fake nails and sport a ponytail. I have a designer bag and carry it around like it's just my spare purse, when in reality that thing cost me a ridiculous $238 dollars and I refuse to buy a new one until it's clinging to life by a few purse molecules. I tried to casually wear the enormous sunglasses that are so hot this summer, but quit after they made my face all sweaty.
High maintenance isn't simply regarding one's personal health and beauty - oh no. It's in everything we do, wear, say, have, live in, drive, or carry. I recently got a new car which I vowed to keep in pristine condition (I even almost bought one of those in-car wastebaskets.) Now it's once again filled with a heap of papers, books, sweaters, fountain drink cups and covered in hard water spots.
Monday and Tuesday I am usually dressed in the cutest (or cleanest) clothes I own. By Friday I've stopped trying. I know exactly why they made casual Friday - because no good clothes are clean by then.
I think my constant attempts to be cool are futile. I will probably always desire to be high maintenance. My options are limited though, living in a state with fewer people than most cities. It's not like there are heaps of people to impress either.
What I am really wondering is if everyone else is like this too. Do you all just pretend to be cool and wear puffy ponytails, huge sunglasses and designer bags or does the thought of backcombing your hair really seem like nails on a chalkboard?
Maybe, I really AM high maintenance but think I'm not.... Just the fact that I wrote about it probably makes me high maintenance. All this talk about me makes me want Rasin Bran.
G'Night!
Possibly one of the best movies ever made. Now, I was only 4 years old when it was released so I watched it just a few years ago for the first time. Then I watched it again. And again. Now I can't watch it because Brad won't let me. Something about Billy Chrystal's nasal east coast accent and curly hair that gets him riled up. I love the movie mostly because of the writing, and partly because I miss the old Meg Ryan. The Meg without fishlips.
This line got to me today because I found that I am precisely the opposite, and possibly the worst kind in history. I am low maintenance, but try to be high maintenance. This means that I go to the salon to get my hair and nails done, but after about two weeks I inadvertently pick off the fake nails and sport a ponytail. I have a designer bag and carry it around like it's just my spare purse, when in reality that thing cost me a ridiculous $238 dollars and I refuse to buy a new one until it's clinging to life by a few purse molecules. I tried to casually wear the enormous sunglasses that are so hot this summer, but quit after they made my face all sweaty.
High maintenance isn't simply regarding one's personal health and beauty - oh no. It's in everything we do, wear, say, have, live in, drive, or carry. I recently got a new car which I vowed to keep in pristine condition (I even almost bought one of those in-car wastebaskets.) Now it's once again filled with a heap of papers, books, sweaters, fountain drink cups and covered in hard water spots.
Monday and Tuesday I am usually dressed in the cutest (or cleanest) clothes I own. By Friday I've stopped trying. I know exactly why they made casual Friday - because no good clothes are clean by then.
I think my constant attempts to be cool are futile. I will probably always desire to be high maintenance. My options are limited though, living in a state with fewer people than most cities. It's not like there are heaps of people to impress either.
What I am really wondering is if everyone else is like this too. Do you all just pretend to be cool and wear puffy ponytails, huge sunglasses and designer bags or does the thought of backcombing your hair really seem like nails on a chalkboard?
Maybe, I really AM high maintenance but think I'm not.... Just the fact that I wrote about it probably makes me high maintenance. All this talk about me makes me want Rasin Bran.
G'Night!
I Smell Good Now
Trying to find the perfect perfume is a nauseating nightmare. Now, keep in mind I am in no way classy or refined, so pretending I was high class while shopping for a new designer fragrance was kind of fun.
Designer fragrances are a statement. Today’s culture apparently isn’t as in-tune with their body chemistry as our mothers and grandma’s were. They had a signature scent that they wore day in and day out. Their lovers, husbands, friends, children, and acquaintances all knew their scent. Like a trademark. Well, I was on a quest to find my trademark and I was bound and determined to smell like a whorehouse before I left the mall.
I roved Macy’s and Dillard’s, annoying the sales girls as I sprayed perfume after perfume onto little cards. I wrote down all their names and continued to sniff until I narrowed down the smells to around ten I liked. The sales girls helped out by writing down their names as well. I sprayed every pulse point on my body to see which one worked best with my body chemistry. My wrists, neck, elbow pits, and the back of my hands each had a different smell. I was the strange girl who stuck my wrist out into every customer’s path asking for opinions.
In my left elbow pit was Ed Hardy - sweet, almost cotton candy-like smell. It was okay on me, but on the card it smelled fantastic. I couldn’t stop fanning the card in my face because it smelled so good. Then I stuck my nose awkwardly in my pit and realized it wasn’t the same perfume. The sales girl must have gotten it mixed up with another unnamed scent. That little card had my signature scent sprayed on it, and I had no clue what it was. So I surveyed the fragrance sales people to no avail. No one could place this intoxicating fragrance that was driving me crazy. I had found the perfect perfume and didn’t know its name. Finally, a beautiful young Chinese sales girl smelled the card. She barely spoke English, but I will never forget the way her accent caressed the word “Euphoria.”
I’m thinking, Yeah, but what’s its name?
Euphoria by Calvin Klein. Honestly I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t by some hot singer like Christina or J Lo. Calvin Klein was the CK Be of the ‘90’s. The name, bottle, and designer of a fragrance are just as important as what it actually smells like. But at that point I was entranced with the Chinese girl holding my mini destiny. I swabbed my body with alcohol pads to rid myself of the other scents, and liberally doused Euphoria all over me. $75 bucks later me and my trademark headed out the door. The bottle and pinkish purple color had me at “Hello,” so I could ignore Calvin.
Designer fragrances are a statement. Today’s culture apparently isn’t as in-tune with their body chemistry as our mothers and grandma’s were. They had a signature scent that they wore day in and day out. Their lovers, husbands, friends, children, and acquaintances all knew their scent. Like a trademark. Well, I was on a quest to find my trademark and I was bound and determined to smell like a whorehouse before I left the mall.
I roved Macy’s and Dillard’s, annoying the sales girls as I sprayed perfume after perfume onto little cards. I wrote down all their names and continued to sniff until I narrowed down the smells to around ten I liked. The sales girls helped out by writing down their names as well. I sprayed every pulse point on my body to see which one worked best with my body chemistry. My wrists, neck, elbow pits, and the back of my hands each had a different smell. I was the strange girl who stuck my wrist out into every customer’s path asking for opinions.
In my left elbow pit was Ed Hardy - sweet, almost cotton candy-like smell. It was okay on me, but on the card it smelled fantastic. I couldn’t stop fanning the card in my face because it smelled so good. Then I stuck my nose awkwardly in my pit and realized it wasn’t the same perfume. The sales girl must have gotten it mixed up with another unnamed scent. That little card had my signature scent sprayed on it, and I had no clue what it was. So I surveyed the fragrance sales people to no avail. No one could place this intoxicating fragrance that was driving me crazy. I had found the perfect perfume and didn’t know its name. Finally, a beautiful young Chinese sales girl smelled the card. She barely spoke English, but I will never forget the way her accent caressed the word “Euphoria.”
I’m thinking, Yeah, but what’s its name?
Euphoria by Calvin Klein. Honestly I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t by some hot singer like Christina or J Lo. Calvin Klein was the CK Be of the ‘90’s. The name, bottle, and designer of a fragrance are just as important as what it actually smells like. But at that point I was entranced with the Chinese girl holding my mini destiny. I swabbed my body with alcohol pads to rid myself of the other scents, and liberally doused Euphoria all over me. $75 bucks later me and my trademark headed out the door. The bottle and pinkish purple color had me at “Hello,” so I could ignore Calvin.
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Hi, I'm April Durham and welcome to my personal blog and design site - all in one! I started designing blogs almost two years ago, and thanks to lots of demand, I was able to quit my day job (June 2010) and hire an awesome team to help beautify the blog world! I graduated with two Bachelor's Degrees in Advertising and Radio/TV/Digital Media Production. Blogging, online media, and of course - design - are my passions, secondly only to my wonderful husband. I love babies, Band Hero, Facebook, running, swimming, and have a serious love for shopping. I hope we can make your blog a functional work of art that inspires you too!
Lindsay Heinzen graduated from BYU with a BFA in animation. While she has only shortly been a full time illustrator, but has really enjoyed working for her AWESOME boss, April. Her goal ever since she was a little girl was to one day work for Disney (or Pixar). The most important things in her life are her family and her art. She currently resides in San Francisco with her 18 month old baby boy, Lucas and her sweet husband, Enos.
My name is Laura Greene and I've been working at April Showers since April of 2010. I work as April's assistant and you'll often find me answering your emails. Before my move to April Showers I was a preschool teacher for the YMCA. I currently work not only as April's assistant but also as an Avon Independent Sales Representative. I am one of those annoying people who absolutely LOVES their job. Working for April is a dream, she is the best boss I've ever had. And I'm not just saying that because we're friends. I was born, raised, and currently live in the beautiful city of trees, Boise, Idaho. April and I went to high school together but we weren't officially introduced until long after. In my spare time I like to draw, paint, scrapbook, play with my dogs, and study Idaho history. I love rock and roll music, especially the Beatles and David Bowie. I am currently single and childless, but I'm working hard on finding myself a man. While I'm waiting for Prince Charming, I'm enjoying the hell out of living an independent life. It might be a bit hard to give up, lol.
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Make A Menu/Navigation Bar
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Make Your Own Blog Button
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