With all this talk of x-ray machines on the news lately, I've been thinking how I'd like to get a huge x-ray machine for my house. I'd love to see all the inner-workings of the 110 year old pipes and walls and such. If this x-ray did exist you would see, coming from my bath tub, 50 feet of piping and then a RAT. Okay, so not a real rat, like the one I once kicked while walking down the street, but "A RAT" is what the plumber cried out as he pulled the goo from the pipes.
When I told Bret this he asked me if I got a picture of it. I'm pretty sure that me standing one inch away from the plumber like a trustee plumber side kick was strange enough as it is. Not to mention me cheering him on as he finagled our pipes
I love the way the sunlight hits the bacon in this picture
In case you are wondering if you will ever find anything deep and moving on this blog, chances are you won't. I'm not good at accurately depicting my emotions and true feelings on the world wide web. So instead you'll learn things like what I have eaten for dinner every single night for the past 3 weeks. Yes, that's right, 21 days of BARTS (bacon, avacado, ranch, tomato) sandwiches. Now you might be thinking, "Didn't Thanksgiving happen?". Well, yes it did and Bret and I ate BART sandwiches off of Hwy 1 at Big Sur on Thanksgiving. What is most shocking to me that I am just now realizing is that I have eaten 52 pieces of bacon in less than a month... maybe I should stop after tonight. or tomorrow.
Innovation at its Finest
I walked in the family room last week and found this...
(please disregard all the junk in the background, it was a stressful week... well for me anyway)
(please disregard all the junk in the background, it was a stressful week... well for me anyway)
GQ
I'm not really up to date on current men's fashion, but I'd really like it if all men would wear shorts just slightly (or sometimes more) above the knee.
A Story of a Girl
The facts were these. One Score and four years ago today, a little doll was brought into the world and dubbed "happy head" on the spot. This was due to a smile making itself a permanent fixture on her face. It was rumored that the sun also gave birth to a new ray that day. Some say the two births were purely coincidental, some say it was destiny. The girl grew from "happy head" to "mowgli" for reasons I will let you imagine. In her eighteenth year, after an adventure overseas, the girl met a porch-sleeping vagrant boy to whom she put a spell on. The spell not only made him infatuated with her, but also helped cure his vagrant lifestyle. They courted on and off for over three years. The off times almost caused the boy to lose his mind and slip back into his old ways. He fought with all his might to win the girl back, and in the end, by unseen miracles, he was able to do so. Needless to say, the boy is very glad that twenty-four years ago today the girl was born.
Personal Holiday
On my 22nd birthday I got a card from my sister that said:
"I take back all the mean things I thought and said when I found out mom was pregnant with you".
I may or may not look like a boy
I like constant change. I also like taking pictures of myself doing the robot. Tonight these worlds collided
Oh life
I love when you're on a walk and you come across a mystical swing. Wouldn't you say that the only way to describe that is mystical? Maybe "childlike splendor" could be worked into that sentence somewhere too.
Gouls and Goblins
Bret, Baby Huey Pumpkin, and I would like to wish everyone a Happy Halloween. (Baby Huey pumpkin is much cuter in person, so cute he deserved a name).
Sadie Hawkins
While looking through some pictures recently I came to the conclusion that I would have made an excellent twin.
Pointless Story #2
Recently I watched through my bedroom window as my neighbors turned their front yard into a pumpkin patch of sorts. This made me reflect on a series of pictures taken of me and my kindergarten class as we took a field trip to the pumpkin patch back in 1990. These pictures are what you would imagine, a bunch of kids on a hay wagon, one crying others giggling, some pictures of kids with huge pumpkins, etc. Looking back on it, the only thing odd about the pictures is that I'm dressed as a scarecrow. No one else in the class is dressed as a scarecrow or in any costume being that it was October 12th or something. I can't imagine that my teacher had a sign up sheet for one of us to be a pumpkin patch mascot for the day nor can I imagine my 4 year old self signing up for the task. So what this must mean is that when my mom read, "appropriate pumpkin patch attire", which probably meant an extra sweater and closed toe shoes, she took it as, "dress up as if you are a part of the pumpkin patch". So there I stood amongst my fellow 5 year olds with a flannel shirt stuffed with hay, a straw hat, and patch work pants. Oh, and my face painted as a scarecrow. I wish I could see my teachers expression as we filed in the door that day, 28 kids and one scarecrow.
Ode to Oregon Part 2
In case you're interested in watching our home/music video.
Home (Wherever I'm With You) from Bret Baker on Vimeo.
Ode to Oregon
When I was 14 I read an article on Bend, Oregon and pronounced then and there that I would live there one day. I may have made this proclamation a few times in my life about various cities across the world that I hear about and become obsessed with. Bend came up again recently and I have been talking about it incessantly. When Bret and I realized we had Labor day off and it was our anniversary, it only made sense to drive 9 1/2 hours up to central Oregon to check it out. It was everything my 14 year old mind could have imagined. We also swung by Crater Lake National Park and Mt. Shasta on the way up. Here is an overload of pictures:
Year 3
If I had to rank the years of marriage thus far: 1. Year of the Granola and 2. Year of the Explorer, I would say it's a tie. I realize this is kind of an anticlimactic ranking since we've only been married two years, but they were both pretty great. I should probably let Bret vote as well because he might vote Year 1 higher than Year 2 because during Year of the Explorer I might have ended some of our explorations crying and saying something along the lines of, "I have pushed my limits, this is no longer fun". But I don't take pictures of those moments so when I look back at my albums it just looks like a constant stream of bike rides, road trips, and happy faces.
Year of the Explorer had some pretty good moments, we got to explore the South, camp in multiple locations across California, acquire road bikes and ride them through unbelievable places, eat at new hole in the wall restaurants, buy an all wheel drive vehicle, read about some very interesting explorers, and I'm pretty sure we would have discovered a new country if Spain was funding out expeditions. Here are some pics, if you're not so much into the words:
As year 3 begins, we have decided to declare it Year of the Learner. You might be thinking, 'that's awfully close to year of the explorer' but it is VERY different. So different it required capital letters.
We're excited not just to go places but to learn about them. To stop and read all the plaques at the large trees or museums. We are also both back in school, well school of sorts, and we're going to learn how to do a whole plethora of things, so watch yo' backs. If you have any recommendations of things we should be learning about, do let me know. Or if you are an expert in a certain field, you're welcome to come over any time and give us a guest lecture.
Year of the Explorer had some pretty good moments, we got to explore the South, camp in multiple locations across California, acquire road bikes and ride them through unbelievable places, eat at new hole in the wall restaurants, buy an all wheel drive vehicle, read about some very interesting explorers, and I'm pretty sure we would have discovered a new country if Spain was funding out expeditions. Here are some pics, if you're not so much into the words:
As year 3 begins, we have decided to declare it Year of the Learner. You might be thinking, 'that's awfully close to year of the explorer' but it is VERY different. So different it required capital letters.We're excited not just to go places but to learn about them. To stop and read all the plaques at the large trees or museums. We are also both back in school, well school of sorts, and we're going to learn how to do a whole plethora of things, so watch yo' backs. If you have any recommendations of things we should be learning about, do let me know. Or if you are an expert in a certain field, you're welcome to come over any time and give us a guest lecture.
Call me Neil Armstrong
It kind of looks like we're on the moon in this picture. Except it's daytime and we're not in moonsuits.
and this is what a dead seal would look like on the moon. Sad and gross and kind of amazing that a seal made it to the moon.
A new family member
I think they should have a class in high school called "Real Life Situations". This class would be what it sounds like, you reenact different situations that are most likely going to come up in real life.
As nice as it is that I can tell you the quadratic equation or whip out MLA and APA format like it ain't no thang, it doesn't come in handy very often in my adult life. Maybe one of the lessons in the class could be "How to memorize a 7 digit license plate in 10 seconds" for the times in your life that you get in a hit and run accident when you do the hitting and they do the running and then an officer comes and you say "it was all my fault" because you feel nervous and then realize that it probably wasn't all your fault and the person probably ran because they were on drugs. Or ya know, other hypothetical situations.
Maybe in this class they could explain insurance jargon and tell you that sales tax is different in every county and you may live in a county with 9.75% sales tax and when you go to buy a car the price that is listed is VERY different then the price when you actually walk out of the place. I feel like maybe if I had been braced for some of these real life situations they wouldn't be such a slap in the face when they happen.
But nonetheless through my "real life situations" I was able to decipher the car and insurance lingo and we purchased a car... Bret and I welcome Subjan(sub-yahn) Baker into the family:
As nice as it is that I can tell you the quadratic equation or whip out MLA and APA format like it ain't no thang, it doesn't come in handy very often in my adult life. Maybe one of the lessons in the class could be "How to memorize a 7 digit license plate in 10 seconds" for the times in your life that you get in a hit and run accident when you do the hitting and they do the running and then an officer comes and you say "it was all my fault" because you feel nervous and then realize that it probably wasn't all your fault and the person probably ran because they were on drugs. Or ya know, other hypothetical situations.
Maybe in this class they could explain insurance jargon and tell you that sales tax is different in every county and you may live in a county with 9.75% sales tax and when you go to buy a car the price that is listed is VERY different then the price when you actually walk out of the place. I feel like maybe if I had been braced for some of these real life situations they wouldn't be such a slap in the face when they happen.
But nonetheless through my "real life situations" I was able to decipher the car and insurance lingo and we purchased a car... Bret and I welcome Subjan(sub-yahn) Baker into the family:
Into the Wild
Year of the Explorer wouldn't have been complete had we not taken a bunch of 15 year old girls backpacking and camping for a week.
In this last picture we're not that sweaty, it started raining. The highlight was probably when one of the girls, Ginger, brought only poptarts to eat and proceeded to eat 42 of them and then swing on the rope swing into the lake over 20 times until she almost killed herself and I had to ban her from the rope. Or when Kadijah did a bellyflop into the lake and then stepped in human pooh.
In this last picture we're not that sweaty, it started raining. The highlight was probably when one of the girls, Ginger, brought only poptarts to eat and proceeded to eat 42 of them and then swing on the rope swing into the lake over 20 times until she almost killed herself and I had to ban her from the rope. Or when Kadijah did a bellyflop into the lake and then stepped in human pooh.
We eat pizza.
I am a pizza connoisseur. Actually, we are pizza connoisseurs but I am trying to decrease the amount of times I use the pronoun "We" as I find myself saying things like, "We hate Nicholas Cage" or "We love caramel on everything" when these things come up in conversation and Bret isn't even around. But for the sake that this blog is a combination of Bret and I, I have given myself permission to use "we" whenever applicable.
Whew, now that that is out of the way, back to the original topic, PIZZA. Neither of us can claim something as our "absolute favorite" very easily. Neither of us have ever had a favorite color, animal, hobby, anything. But I can say with assurance, PIZZA is it. The top dog, numero uno, we can't get enough.
As we have traveled around California and other places, we have pretty much found all the best donuts in every city and we are now onto Pizza. And so I reach out to you, dear readers from around the globe, where is your favorite place to get Pizza? What do you get on it? I am serious in my request to know your favorites as I will most likely try them all, regardless of where they are. Greece, South Dakota, or Orem, I am a respecter of all places.
As far as our favorites. In the central valley, no doubt- Me N Eds. In San Francisco- DeJa Vu.... you may say what? why not delfina.... mainly because we're cheap and we like cheap pizza. Here is a pic of some of us Bakers and Rozier-Bakers at DeJa Vu
Please feel free to give any recommendations cheap or expensive or in an insanely remote place. And if I don't know you, what better way is there to bond than over pizza?
Whew, now that that is out of the way, back to the original topic, PIZZA. Neither of us can claim something as our "absolute favorite" very easily. Neither of us have ever had a favorite color, animal, hobby, anything. But I can say with assurance, PIZZA is it. The top dog, numero uno, we can't get enough.
As we have traveled around California and other places, we have pretty much found all the best donuts in every city and we are now onto Pizza. And so I reach out to you, dear readers from around the globe, where is your favorite place to get Pizza? What do you get on it? I am serious in my request to know your favorites as I will most likely try them all, regardless of where they are. Greece, South Dakota, or Orem, I am a respecter of all places.
As far as our favorites. In the central valley, no doubt- Me N Eds. In San Francisco- DeJa Vu.... you may say what? why not delfina.... mainly because we're cheap and we like cheap pizza. Here is a pic of some of us Bakers and Rozier-Bakers at DeJa Vu
Please feel free to give any recommendations cheap or expensive or in an insanely remote place. And if I don't know you, what better way is there to bond than over pizza?
Hot Stuff
I was looking through old pictures when I came across this one... the morning I got ready for this hike I must have been thinking, "What is the most unattractive article of clothing I can put on my body".
Recently Lindsay showed me this picture of Jana and her fiance. I thought it was adorable and they both look amazing. Jana looks like a petite rag-doll and Billy looks very muscular. I then day dreamed about taking a similar picture of bret and I. Bret would be throwing my small frame in the air as I giggled and he flexed his muscles. Somehow in my day dream I forgot the fact that Bret and I are about the same size...
Double Feature Fish Eye Friday
This is Bret and I in front of a Taqueria somewhere in between Half Moon Bay and SF. This also reminds me of a pointless story that happened last night...
Bret and I were eating dinner about an hour after he got home from work when he jumped up and said, "Oh I brought you a surprise from work". I was very excited about this. He runs to his backpack and pulls out an oval shaped surprise wrapped in foil. It was half of a burrito. Apparently he went out to eat with co-workers and only ate half of his burrito, he then proceeded to wrap it in foil and put it in his backpack where it sat for the afternoon and evening waiting for me.
I've decided burritos are more appetizing when not taken from the bottom of a backpack. But don't worry, I didn't let that little sucker go to waste, I ate it for breakfast. thanks bret.
You Learn Something New Every Day
Bret: "Do you keep important papers in the back seat of the car?"
Whitney: "Yeah, sometimes, why?"
Bret: "Oh, well, I was driving on the freeway yesterday with all of the windows down and some papers flew out the back window".
Apparently I am married to the one person who drives on the freeway with all the windows down.
Whitney: "Yeah, sometimes, why?"
Bret: "Oh, well, I was driving on the freeway yesterday with all of the windows down and some papers flew out the back window".
Apparently I am married to the one person who drives on the freeway with all the windows down.
Home Sweet Home
Bret and I talk about living in a barn on a nightly basis. Turns out we're not the only ones.
Found: HERE
Found: HERE
Daycation
This is Bret and I in Rome
Okay, so maybe we were actually in Palo Alto but it felt just as magical.
Okay, so maybe we were actually in Palo Alto but it felt just as magical.
In case you're interested in the minutia of my life...
I now have a baby pony tail
Also, you should probably go see "UP" right now and cry your guts out because it is so beautiful (or maybe that was just me?).
Also, you should probably go see "UP" right now and cry your guts out because it is so beautiful (or maybe that was just me?).
May was good
I love when you're in Utah just strolling around in the mountains on a little hike and you turn a corner and it looks like this...
I also love when your best friend gets married and chooses a great bridesmaid dress, I may have already worn it 3 times since.
Oh and how could I forget my love for Pie Shakes! Yes, a piece of pie blended with ice cream and magic to form a beautiful frozen treat...
I also love when your best friend gets married and chooses a great bridesmaid dress, I may have already worn it 3 times since.
Oh and how could I forget my love for Pie Shakes! Yes, a piece of pie blended with ice cream and magic to form a beautiful frozen treat...
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