9 Sep
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all that MATTers...no.1- blue eyes, pies and curly fries

have you ever noticed that macy waltz has some of the most luscious, brilliant, life-altering blond hair in existence?  now, even though i've known macy for quite some time, but as i sit here at taylor's desk with macy in front of me, i'm finding it hard to focus on the task at hand...which, ironically enough, is this blog.  it's almost as if her hair has a personality

of it's own...sweetly singing it's siren song to my eyes and calling them ever-so-softly closer and closer, drawing them away from their current preoccupation.  at times it could be assumed that macy's wardrobe and absolutely stunning hair were, in fact, created to perfectly compliment the other.  take today for instance, one could not help but be at a loss for words when this wonderful ambiance was emitted from her presence as her hair found itself coupled with her robin's egg blue "ultimate playlist" wesley foundation t-shirt.  beauty.  sheer beauty.

 

on another subject...

as i was eating lunch today (with some wonderful company, mind you) a strange question was brought to my attention...

 

CURLY

fries... or hair...

 

some might think that this is a meaningless choice...but this is a serious matter.  seriously though, which rocks the CURL best?

  • a ridiculous mess of unkempt bushes atop ones massive DOME.
OR
  • a wonderfully tasty, fresh made, perfectly seasoned batch of curly fries

the truth is, i don't even know.  honestly, id probably have to say that i would much rather see curl on fries than girls....but i feel like i might have made a few enemies with that statement.  but then i begin to wonder, who came up with this wonderfully sensational idea that is - CURLY FRIES.
think about it....a long long time ago, some irish guys got hungry.  grabbed a tater.  heated some oil.  sliced the poe-tay-tow into elongated strips about .5 in. thick, threw it in the oil and BOOM! french fries. (which, really i don't even know why they're called that.  poe-tay-tows are the thing in ireland.  french people like coffee, cake and cigarettes....the should name some smokes after them, not americas greatest snack.  they should perhaps be called....french-a-rettes.  just a thought)
also, i don't know what is going on with this paragraph thing, it just won't go back to typing up against this wall <----- lame.
back to the matter at hand.  the origin of the fry that curls.  i want to meet the guy (or lady...whatever) who created this tasty thing that is the curly fry.  as hard as it is to believe, i feel that the culprit could be He who created macy waltz's hair to bounce so serenely in the wind....someone who could create something as awe inspiring as that surely could pull off a curly fry.  nevertheless, kudos to you mr. curly fry creator man.  on this 9th day of semptember in the year 2010, we salute you.
now a lot of you might be asking yourself...WHAT'S UP WITH THAT CURL?  how do YOU curl? where does the curl belong?  atop the head of a young vivacious college student....or perhaps placed in a red and white striped paper basket served along side a cup of catsup or ranch (if you can handle it).  remember, life is what you make it.  be it curly, straight or just a big 'ol mess.

welp. gotta get back to the grind.
i cook for the ladies.
-Matt
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