Dear Kristina,
You so rock.
Love,
Late Night with Jimmy Fallon
Okay, so it wasn't THAT epic, but it was pretty dang epic. Just got this email.
Dear Kristina,
Thank you for your interest in tickets to Late Night with Jimmy Fallon! Some
of the writers recently spotted your online plea to obtain tickets to an
August taping. We would love to help out a die hard fan of the show. If you
think you can still make the trip to NYC, we would like to set aside two VIP
tickets to the show on August 10th. Please see attached instructions for
ticket pick up.
Happy 5th Anniversary!
Brandon D.
Oh. My. Holy. Crap. We're going to see JIMMY!!!!
So I have to thank everyone that helped out, I know our video got posted and reposted on Facebook 298X and my original blog letter got reposted 238X. The video recieved 500+ views, and at one point the blog was getting a hit every 2 minutes. Not exactly viral, but not bad for a letter that started in LUBBOCK TEXAS! We made it to New York you guys, courtesy of awesome you guys!
Special thanks to Patrick Borelli. I am 100% convinced that it was his intervention that got us noticed by the Audience coordinator. But if anyone else from LNJF wants to refute that, feel free!
Now excuse me, I have some more girlish squealing and hokey dancing to take care of.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Dear Jimmy Fallon: I made you a video.
A little update.
Up to this very second this video has been shared on facebook over 30X (I posted it in the wee hours last night so that's pretty awesome) and my letter has been shared 222X on facebook. Cool.
Pretty much I have the best friends and family ever. And they have the best friends and family ever. And so on.
Thank you thank you thank you everyone! and Thank you, youtube, for finding the most awkward image in my video and choosing it for the main still and thumbnail.
Up to this very second this video has been shared on facebook over 30X (I posted it in the wee hours last night so that's pretty awesome) and my letter has been shared 222X on facebook. Cool.
Pretty much I have the best friends and family ever. And they have the best friends and family ever. And so on.
Thank you thank you thank you everyone! and Thank you, youtube, for finding the most awkward image in my video and choosing it for the main still and thumbnail.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Dear Jimmy Fallon
Dear Jimmy,
I blew it.
This year for our 5th anniversary my husband and I planned on dropping our kids off with Grandma in Sacramento, California and flying to New York for 3 days. The plans were going so well. We were doing NYC low-budget but that was ok, because we had a dream, and our dream was to see a live-taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
If I wanted to make a short story long and run the risk of possibly boring you, I might go into detail how as a young couple going to school and working alternating hours the only time we were able to be together generally started around 11:30 p.m. CST. I might mention that we only had 2 channels that our bunny ears antenna picked up, and I could possibly continue on about how we strengthened our marriage through laughter and a communal love for good stand-up comedy. If I really wanted to wax long on how much Late Night with Jimmy Fallon has meant to us I might continue to talk about how it has been an important tradition in our marriage for the last five years (okay we watched Conan for a few years but he was just a gateway host), and how the culminating event of our 5 year marriage was to enjoy a live taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. But I don’t want to rattle on, so I’ll try to keep it short.
And the short of it is that after calling every other day for weeks, I somehow missed the window to aquire tickets for Late Night with Jimmy Fallon from August 9th, 10th, or 11th. Hence the blowing of the Anniversary trip.
I wish I could say that I was so involved in caring for my two young children that I didn’t have time to call in and get the tickets. But honestly I was probably sitting in front of the computer googling “cheap hotels in New York City.” Or even more likely I was hitting “stumble” over and over again in an internet-induced coma.
Long story shorter, no tickets.
My Husband took the bad news in stride. He pointed out that we really couldn’t afford the trip anyway, and since the ultra-magnetic pull of possibly being able to see a taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon was gone, we would probably be better off sticking close to Sacramento for our anniversary. Now my googling changed to “cheap hotels in Sacramento.” Until my dear sweet starving student of a husband noticed what I was doing.
I cannot say anything bad about my husband. He works long hard hours. He is a full-time student. He is an amazing father. He is a beyond wonderful man. But some times he does fall a little short on romance. Especially on this occasion when he insisted, “I’m not spending money on a Hotel when we have some place we can stay for free.”
Some place we can stay for free. At his mother’s house. For our 5 year anniversary.
So now instead of being whisked away to spend 3 carefree days and 2 steamy nights in glamorous New York City I have been reduced to sleeping at my mother in law’s house. In a full-size bed. Next door to my teenage sisters in law. With my 4 year old sleeping on the floor at the foot of our bed and my 2 year old most likely nestled between me and my husband.
You can see why a girl can start to look a bit desperate and crazy around the eyes.
So Jimmy, if you can help a girl out, please send us some tickets. We don’t even need chairs, we’ll sit at the back of the room and try and duck to see under the stage lights. Or we’ll dress up like cowboys and dance behind the Roots like that one guy did that one time (my husband says I was hallucinating but I swear I saw him) or if you can at least tell me the name of the musical guest I’ll make a last ditch effort to get in the band. Are the Roots having any kind of audtions?
If this is not within your power or your desires I can understand. But like the Moochers Association of America taught me, it never hurts to ask.
Many thanks!
-Kristina Foutz
kriskrisfoutz@gmail.com
p.s. I may have sent multiple copies of this letter to different places in the hopes that at least one got through to someone. So . . . if you get like 80 I am really terribly sorry.
I blew it.
This year for our 5th anniversary my husband and I planned on dropping our kids off with Grandma in Sacramento, California and flying to New York for 3 days. The plans were going so well. We were doing NYC low-budget but that was ok, because we had a dream, and our dream was to see a live-taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
If I wanted to make a short story long and run the risk of possibly boring you, I might go into detail how as a young couple going to school and working alternating hours the only time we were able to be together generally started around 11:30 p.m. CST. I might mention that we only had 2 channels that our bunny ears antenna picked up, and I could possibly continue on about how we strengthened our marriage through laughter and a communal love for good stand-up comedy. If I really wanted to wax long on how much Late Night with Jimmy Fallon has meant to us I might continue to talk about how it has been an important tradition in our marriage for the last five years (okay we watched Conan for a few years but he was just a gateway host), and how the culminating event of our 5 year marriage was to enjoy a live taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. But I don’t want to rattle on, so I’ll try to keep it short.
And the short of it is that after calling every other day for weeks, I somehow missed the window to aquire tickets for Late Night with Jimmy Fallon from August 9th, 10th, or 11th. Hence the blowing of the Anniversary trip.
I wish I could say that I was so involved in caring for my two young children that I didn’t have time to call in and get the tickets. But honestly I was probably sitting in front of the computer googling “cheap hotels in New York City.” Or even more likely I was hitting “stumble” over and over again in an internet-induced coma.
Long story shorter, no tickets.
My Husband took the bad news in stride. He pointed out that we really couldn’t afford the trip anyway, and since the ultra-magnetic pull of possibly being able to see a taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon was gone, we would probably be better off sticking close to Sacramento for our anniversary. Now my googling changed to “cheap hotels in Sacramento.” Until my dear sweet starving student of a husband noticed what I was doing.
I cannot say anything bad about my husband. He works long hard hours. He is a full-time student. He is an amazing father. He is a beyond wonderful man. But some times he does fall a little short on romance. Especially on this occasion when he insisted, “I’m not spending money on a Hotel when we have some place we can stay for free.”
Some place we can stay for free. At his mother’s house. For our 5 year anniversary.
So now instead of being whisked away to spend 3 carefree days and 2 steamy nights in glamorous New York City I have been reduced to sleeping at my mother in law’s house. In a full-size bed. Next door to my teenage sisters in law. With my 4 year old sleeping on the floor at the foot of our bed and my 2 year old most likely nestled between me and my husband.
You can see why a girl can start to look a bit desperate and crazy around the eyes.
So Jimmy, if you can help a girl out, please send us some tickets. We don’t even need chairs, we’ll sit at the back of the room and try and duck to see under the stage lights. Or we’ll dress up like cowboys and dance behind the Roots like that one guy did that one time (my husband says I was hallucinating but I swear I saw him) or if you can at least tell me the name of the musical guest I’ll make a last ditch effort to get in the band. Are the Roots having any kind of audtions?
If this is not within your power or your desires I can understand. But like the Moochers Association of America taught me, it never hurts to ask.
Many thanks!
-Kristina Foutz
kriskrisfoutz@gmail.com
p.s. I may have sent multiple copies of this letter to different places in the hopes that at least one got through to someone. So . . . if you get like 80 I am really terribly sorry.
 |
| Jimmy carefully considering my request. |
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
We swim!
This was our first official family swim of the summer. As a family. We went on Monday morning around 11 so the pool was deserted, which we like.
I take the kids swimming maybe once a week, but I always go when it is too unbearable hot to be in the house. For those of you who don't follow my whiney posts on facebook, our AC doesn't work and our little apartment gets HOT. I mean, cook an egg on the linoleum hot. We all kind of lay around like sweaty miserable slugs until the sun goes down. Or we go swimming. Along with the entire neighborhood. Because apparently noone's AC works. Nice one, south plains apartments.
So we go to the pool with all our neighbors and yes, we are the only white people there. People actually complain -- not because we are caucasion, but because we are SO caucasian we accidentally burn retinas when the sun bounces off our skin at just the right angle (or wrong angle, as your retinas would argue). And apparently insurance doesn't cover retinas burned from reflected/ amplified sunlight exposure. Sorry neighbors, it is dangerous to swim with us. But please don't evict us. Just fix our AC and we'll stay inside more often.
I take the kids swimming maybe once a week, but I always go when it is too unbearable hot to be in the house. For those of you who don't follow my whiney posts on facebook, our AC doesn't work and our little apartment gets HOT. I mean, cook an egg on the linoleum hot. We all kind of lay around like sweaty miserable slugs until the sun goes down. Or we go swimming. Along with the entire neighborhood. Because apparently noone's AC works. Nice one, south plains apartments.
So we go to the pool with all our neighbors and yes, we are the only white people there. People actually complain -- not because we are caucasion, but because we are SO caucasian we accidentally burn retinas when the sun bounces off our skin at just the right angle (or wrong angle, as your retinas would argue). And apparently insurance doesn't cover retinas burned from reflected/ amplified sunlight exposure. Sorry neighbors, it is dangerous to swim with us. But please don't evict us. Just fix our AC and we'll stay inside more often.
Juliet likes to swim.
Bensen LOVES to swim.
See Juliet swim.
See Bensen LOVE to swim.
See Bensen and Juliet with their daddy.
See Bensen LOVE his daddy.
See the man who doesn't read. Except this one day when his wife wanted him to swim.
See his wife LOVE to swim!
(First time Bensen has been in the water unaided!!)
See Bensen wear girly floaties.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
All my projects.
I don't know if this is a problem that all women face but I'd wager that it affects 85% of all women in one form or another (I used a hypothetical statistic to make my point seem more legitimate).
Projects.
Not just projects but PROJECTS. As in, you started one thing and then started something else before finishing that one thing although finishing that one thing would have taken maybe an hour but now it is 2 years later and those two little somethings left undone have reproduced into a million billion little somethings that with a little work would be done but instead are left to form their own families of little somethings.
Little reproducing bunny something projects. This is my problem, and the problem that I would wager affects 85% of all women in one form or another.
For example:
Floor pillows: Started September 2010. Status: 90% completed.
Amigurumi Koala Bear: Started April 2010. Status: 10% completed.
Girl Child: Started September 2007. Status: 16% completed.
Boy Child: Started April 2009. Status: 11% completed.
Blog: Started February 2008. Status: always behind schedule.
That totally awesome idea for a Musical I had: Started April 2011. Status: 2% completed.
Photography Whatever the heck it is: Started January 2003. Status: in production.
Egg Garden: Started March 2011. Status: 25% completed.
Window Garden: Started March 2011. Status: Killed by husband. Currently suspended.
Painting Walls: Started March 2011. Status: 1% completed.
Photo Mural: Started April 2011. Statis: Very far behind.
All of these projects (and more) are currently in reproduction. And yet what did I do today? Did I work on any one of these projects?
Nope. I started a new one.
HUZZAH!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter!
This is a TERRIBLY done easter video. It is beyond boring unless you love my babies, which as it turns out, I do! So for all of you that:
a. love my babies
b. love willy wonka and the chocolate factory
c. have a weird obsession with eggs
d. are beyond bored
or e. all of the above
ENJOY! Otherwise you may want to skip.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Broken Blogger
I had such high hopes for this blog, back when I decided it should be mine again. The last few months I have learned something a bit terrifying. I am boring. Each day has a pretty standard schedule: wake up in an empty bed to the unyielding shouts of a two year old. Mom! Mommy! Mom! Mommy! Time to cook up a bleary-eyed breakfast and unload the dishwasher. Time to forget to change a soggy morning diaper, time to feel guilty about not remembering to change it, time for family feud, the gameshow or the impending run-in with a surly 3 year old. Time for lunch, naps, and maybe some photography. Nope, not photography, laundry.I can get lost in the schedule for days and weeks at a time, and then it is time to get out of Lubbock, where the schedule generally resumes once we've landed in Oklahoma or Utah or Boise or california. The basics are so similar and tedious it is often hard to recognize and celebrate the intricates that make each day special. Like the first time Juliet ever said, "I love you too, Mom." instead of just parroting "I love you" back to me. Or the time bensen fell off a chair and immediately called out for daddy instead of mom.
That is the kind of stuff I hoped to blog more about. But instead I am up to my ears in memory foam, blogging about what I should have blogged but still haven't. And by the way i've been to Houston twice, am in Oklahoma, and will be in Utah for the third time and Boise for the second since the last time I blogged. I am a blailure. Or, blogging failure. At least I am not a momilure, as my children are still alive and fairly happy. And well traveled.
That is the kind of stuff I hoped to blog more about. But instead I am up to my ears in memory foam, blogging about what I should have blogged but still haven't. And by the way i've been to Houston twice, am in Oklahoma, and will be in Utah for the third time and Boise for the second since the last time I blogged. I am a blailure. Or, blogging failure. At least I am not a momilure, as my children are still alive and fairly happy. And well traveled.
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