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10 January 2014

My Valentine Competition



Remember this or this?




Some of you might think that this year will be the third annual Be Ben Brown's Valentine Competition.  Fun fact: this competition actually dates back to January/ February of 2007.  Wow, that makes this the 8th annual Be Ben Brown's Valentine competition!  Wait, no, this competition has not run EVERY year.  Regardless, in a few days I will be posting the application for the...











Be Ben Brown's Valentine Competition 2014!!!















Over the next several days and weeks I will be posting responses from last year's applications for your entertainment.  


Are you ready?  




Let's do it again.



Stay tuned. ;D

08 December 2013

My Mini Concert

Tonight I went with some friends to the Riverwoods.  Its all decorated for Christmas.  LIGHTS everywhere.  It is pretty sweet.

We were huddled around a fire listening to a lady sing Christmas carols.  I made a joke about how I should go over and ask to sing with her.  My friends laughed, but then I decided to do it.

"Hi! You sound great! Do you take requests?"
"Well, if I have it.  What do you want?"
"To sing with you."

So she invited me to come up and sing.  After each song she would say: What do you want to sing now? We sang together for about forty minutes.

It was pretty fun to be up on the stage.  It was really cold though and it started snowing.

< pics or it didn't happen.  They are coming okay? haha >

I'm confused because I feel like in the movies, when this kind of thing happens, the guy goes home with a cute girl.  Well, I did go home with my sister but its not what I was expecting. Oh well, she's still cool.


07 December 2013

My Hair

I like my hair.  I was up late one night and a hair loss commercial came on the television.  I suppose rather that it was a hair restoration video, because very few people would purchase a hair loss product.

One day, my hair will be gone...

I have heard most people say baldness comes from your mother's side of the family, but apparently it comes form both sides.  In my family tree, all of my male ancestors on either side are bald in every picture I've seen.  I can only assume this goes all the way back to Adam.

My dad always says, "God could only bless so many people with perfect heads, the rest he had to cover with hair."

I've died my hair red twice.  It was pretty awesome, both times.

If you want to know what I'll look like bald, feel free to just put your finger over this picture.

Stay sexy.

My Recommitment

I need to start blogging again for my sanity.  So here it is.  Hi.  I'm back.  What do you want to know about?

06 March 2013

Your Tears

Dear Cute Girl Who got Yelled at Right Before Her Shift Began at the BYU Creamery on Ninth,

I am the guy who was sitting by himself on his computer at the bar of the grill. I believe that I was the first person to notice the tears coming to your eyes, and I was also the first person who you probably hoped hadn't noticed. As you were holding in your emotions your co-workers approached you. I know how stressed they had been up until that moment, and I am grateful that they were patient with you but I recognized that that wasn't enough.

At first I tried to ignore you because I didn't want you to feel embarrassed. I was then overwhelmed with concern for you. I racked my brain for anything that I could say to you to cheer you up. No words seemed sufficient. I just wanted to give you a hug. People say I'm a good hugger after all. I wanted you to know that in this room of strangers, there was one person who cared. I watched as you accepted responsibility for what happened even though the mistake made was not entirely your fault. I felt so much respect for you. You were even optimistic as you spoke. Not only were you beautiful in the outside, but also on the inside. I began to imagine how proud of you God must be.

I don't think I'm an evil person by any means, but I began to wish that I could know that God was proud of me. Suddenly I was overcome by a new emotion: I felt more alone than I have in a long time. Just then, you accidentally threw a piece of lettuce at me. I'm not sure you knew that it hit me, but in that moment I felt so real. I felt alive; I knew that I was there even though no one around me had any idea who I was. In that moment, you taught me something about myself that I don't understand.

I offered a silent prayer on your behalf and sat pondering for a few moments about what I might be able to do. Nothing came to mind. I left from the store fighting back my own tears. Those tears are still ready to flow as I type this.

I'm not sure I've ever felt so much compassion for a complete stranger. I just want to say that I love you, and I wish I could have been there for you instead of just their. Sorry for telling your story on my blog. If you ever read this and want me to take it down, please send me an email. But before you do, please know that you changed my life somehow today for the better. Like I said, I don't understand fully what you taught me, but I know that I won't be the same anymore.

Thank you for your Christlike example.

-Ben Brown