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.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)