Monday, April 5, 2010

100

Marilyn has a new blog, just pictures of hangouts this summer.

Read her at hundredyardsofsummer.blogspot.com.
We have this goal of bbq-ing and everything at least a hundred times this summer. Everyone keeps saying it's going to be too hot to keeping bonfiring, but I'll believe when I see it.

Yesterday, to celebrate Jesus's resurrection, Kimmy and I strung blue xmas lights on 30' bamboo poles and connected them to our fence. The lights drape between the tops of the two poles, forming a sort of giant capital M. It looks super weird, and we're calling it the field goal for now. Hopefully we'll come up with a better plan for it soon.
It's weird that Marilyn doesn't have any pictures of that.

We've also been shooting bbs at beer cans and Addidas sandals. I've got some more pictures along those lines that maybe I'll post later, or might just show up on Flickr. My arms are sorer than they should be. Way sorer. Sorer?

Sunday, April 4, 2010

heaster

My dad sent me an Easter card.

I really like to think of him, at the drugstore, picking out a sparkly card and thinking, "hmm...I could turn this into a joke about their rat problem..."

Friday, April 2, 2010

hbd, kk

two-five again? Is that what you said?

Birthday-ing tonight.

6x

Well.
Last night I spent most of the night dying my hair. I was ready for blonde.
5 processes later, I had orange. Just, orange. And my scalp hurt really bad. And NBC didn't even have any new shows on. What?
If you know me, you know I'm no stranger to the blonding process, I know it takes lots of dedication, lots of time, and a willingness to let aspirations of healthy hair wither up and die.

I got halfway there, and hit a roadblock. Orange. Orange. Orange again.
There must have been something kind of red from something on the bottom half, cause I just couldn't power through it.
Woke up at 7 this morning, and back to black.
gif maker
Here's a little slideshow, where I don't have a mouth.
There's one weird spot of blonde hair in the middle of the back. I'm going to wait a few before I fix it.

sustain?

Here are two lunches. One was good, one was gross. Guess!


Okay, you got it. Lean Pockets something with artichoke and cheese and chicken something was delicious! Who doesn't love a Hot Pocket spin off?
The second one, which was just Stouffer's fettucini alfredo was g-r-o-s-s. You can probably tell. Sorry and limp and all one (gross) color. I sometimes get tricked because Stouffer's has no pretense about being healthy or good for you, which (like Applebee's or something) should mean it tastes okay? That's probably the dumbest rationale, but in my head, something that's exceptionally unhealthy should at least taste good. This did not.

(And, just so you guys know. I don't eat this garbage every day. I try to bring leftovers from a real dinner, or whip something up, or...something. But sometimes? I eat frozen meals. If you're especially repulsed by this, you can make me lunch to take to work, or take me on a lunch date.)

Thursday, April 1, 2010

wonder

This weekend I went and saw Alice in Wonderland.
I had a general predisposition to not like it, but mostly because of the old Disney one, which was too dark and scary for little me.
The new one is dark and scary too! But 27 year old me can handle it. There's this one great scene where Alice is crossing the moat, jumping from decapitated head to decapitated head, and they're just floating, being dead.

On the way there, we drove next to this truck for a while

and tried to imagine the hilarious things that were going to happen when dude got out of his truck and slipped on that banana peel.

iSpencer

Yesterday we had spaghetti tacos for dinner (really). They went over exceptionally well, with zero leftovers. Even the pickiest of picky eaters seemed to enjoy them. I wish I had pictures of it, but you can imagine: spaghetti with sauce, meat, motz, taco fixings. Hard shells.

Rest of the evening was spent preventing people from pogo sticking off the deck railing (again: really).

We're getting new bf neighbors, and the place comes with a chandelier and a tiger painting. Lucky ducks.

How long can summer last? Forever?
We're trying to have 100 bbq's, and we're getting there.