whitneys been out of town for a week now and im already on the brink of insanity. here are some things i do while whitneys gone:
1. make a construction paper chain to count down the days until she returns (when im really bored i make one that counts down the hours)
2. i get really into sports (even golf and tennis start looking very appealing)
3. i actually clean the house (thats when you know im going insane)
4. i place a record on my broken record player, watch the record spin in circles and make weird noises for about 7-9 minutes, and then re-diagnose the record player as broken. repeat 2-3 times.
5. i watch cool hand luke and cry, by myself, at the end.
6. i eat even more trail mix (how that is possible i do not know)
7. i record songs about whitney (check out 'we're gonna get married' HERE
Alameda Caucus
Bret and I aren't super politcal people, but we've been really into watching the debates and reading about the candidates. Usually after watching the debates, we turn off the tv and continue our own debates at home. They are about really important issues such as why did I buy the slow churn vanilla dreyers and not the oreo? I usually state my opinion and bret accuses me of being a flip-floper but I try and explain that I am just an agent for change and that I am looking for the best possible change. We also talk about other important topics concerning the candidates such as...
Why does Ron Paul sound like a grown-up Piglet?
How many times will Giulliani say September 11th and Ronald Reagan?
Why does Ron Paul sound like a grown-up Piglet?
How many times will Giulliani say September 11th and Ronald Reagan?
If these two men look so similar, then why is it that the one running for president is the one that scares me?
If any of you have any political opinions you'd like to share, please... do share.
Modge Podge Blog
Recently I became a substitute teacher, which includes benefits such as: a lunch break long enough for Bret and I to go to AMPM for 32oz.s of Diet Pepsi with a shot of cherry, reading a lot of books while telling the kids to be quiet, being told funny things like I am "kinda pretty", and a work day that ends at 3pm. Although this job is only temporary, I've enjoyed it so far.
The other day I was in a high school computers class and in the middle of class I noticed that one boy was creating quite the ruckus, so I put my book down and went over to investigate. Apparently he had taken a gel insert out of the cushy part of an arm chair (the part that is on the arm rest), and was slapping the ground and the students with it. It looked kind of like one of those sticky hands that you would hold onto one part while slapping your sister or the wall with the other part, if you've ever been to chuckee cheese or playland, you know what Im talking about. Well anyway, I watched him for awhile as he picked things up off the floor with it and slapped other students and I was laughing along with everyone else and after awhile I realized we were in class, and they had assignments and maybe some of the students didnt enjoy being hit was a dirty, sticky gel stick. And then I realized I was the teacher and then I had a beautiful daydream of confiscating the gel insert and taking it home and I could pick things up off of my floor and slap Bret with it. However, I did not take his beautiful toy, but told him to put it in his backpack and made sure no ones feelings were hurt by the sticky slap.
Other than keeping the Alameda angstful teens in line, Bret and I have had a good time in December. Our December has included:
An Andrew Bird Concert
A wonderful christmas party complete with santa and a piano sing-a-long
Bret's work party which included dinner, dancing, and free booze (well, diet coke for us)
Taking the ferry to San Fran
Going to the SF Farmers market and eating at least $100 worth of free samples
Going to the top of Coit tower and trying to throw pennies through the small slits of the windows and drum roll please....
Buying a road bike for a steal of a deal for Bret to ride to work on.
The following pics are from our walking tour of San Francisco and some other stuff...
The other day I was in a high school computers class and in the middle of class I noticed that one boy was creating quite the ruckus, so I put my book down and went over to investigate. Apparently he had taken a gel insert out of the cushy part of an arm chair (the part that is on the arm rest), and was slapping the ground and the students with it. It looked kind of like one of those sticky hands that you would hold onto one part while slapping your sister or the wall with the other part, if you've ever been to chuckee cheese or playland, you know what Im talking about. Well anyway, I watched him for awhile as he picked things up off the floor with it and slapped other students and I was laughing along with everyone else and after awhile I realized we were in class, and they had assignments and maybe some of the students didnt enjoy being hit was a dirty, sticky gel stick. And then I realized I was the teacher and then I had a beautiful daydream of confiscating the gel insert and taking it home and I could pick things up off of my floor and slap Bret with it. However, I did not take his beautiful toy, but told him to put it in his backpack and made sure no ones feelings were hurt by the sticky slap.
Other than keeping the Alameda angstful teens in line, Bret and I have had a good time in December. Our December has included:
An Andrew Bird Concert
A wonderful christmas party complete with santa and a piano sing-a-long
Bret's work party which included dinner, dancing, and free booze (well, diet coke for us)
Taking the ferry to San Fran
Going to the SF Farmers market and eating at least $100 worth of free samples
Going to the top of Coit tower and trying to throw pennies through the small slits of the windows and drum roll please....
Buying a road bike for a steal of a deal for Bret to ride to work on.
The following pics are from our walking tour of San Francisco and some other stuff...
Persimmons anyone?
You'll have to get through me first.
My dream driveway.
Bret's new commuting partner.
My dream driveway.
Bret's new commuting partner.
Happy Holidays from the Bret, Whit, and Ted!!
It's Official...
We have connection! After three long months of waiting, Mr. Power and Telecom came and set up the internet for us. Never before have two diamond hoop earings looked so good on a male as they did on him. I wish I would have gotten a picture of Bret and I with him, kissing his cheeks.
It has actually been a week full of excitement. Bret and I were reunited after 2.5 weeks apart, so we did what any young couple would do, we put on matching adidas jackets and went to the second most dangerous city in America to go to costco and get pizza, that's right- Oakland is now #2, take that Compton.
Before I left to Houston, Bret and I went to Monterey and Carmel for my birthday. Here are some picture highlights...
We ate pizza in monterey, climbed trees on the beach, ran down a huge sand hill, and a lot of other really grown up things. When we got back to Alameda we decided to end the day with two gallons of ice cream and it came up when we went to the cashiers that it was my birthday so Gwendolyn the check-out lady announced my birthday over the intercom and when she was finished the man from the bakery got on the loud speaker and rapped 50 cent's "Go shorty it's your birthday," I couldn't have imagined a better day.
It has actually been a week full of excitement. Bret and I were reunited after 2.5 weeks apart, so we did what any young couple would do, we put on matching adidas jackets and went to the second most dangerous city in America to go to costco and get pizza, that's right- Oakland is now #2, take that Compton.
Before I left to Houston, Bret and I went to Monterey and Carmel for my birthday. Here are some picture highlights...
We ate pizza in monterey, climbed trees on the beach, ran down a huge sand hill, and a lot of other really grown up things. When we got back to Alameda we decided to end the day with two gallons of ice cream and it came up when we went to the cashiers that it was my birthday so Gwendolyn the check-out lady announced my birthday over the intercom and when she was finished the man from the bakery got on the loud speaker and rapped 50 cent's "Go shorty it's your birthday," I couldn't have imagined a better day.
When Will the God of DVDs Pour an Airborne Rain?
The title of this entry may sound more like rhetorical prose. It is actually a beg and a plea. It leads me to ask the following: How can something so good be so ignored? Is it because it is so good that the masses aren't worthy of it? Is it pearls before swine? These questions and more haunt me almost every day I live an airborne-on-DVD-less life.
Airborne, starring phenoms on the rise like Jack Black and Seth Green is more your average rockin rollerblade romantic comedy, it's an epic tale of love, victory, and wisdom. Mitchell Goosen, the star and hero, displays wisdom far beyond his experience and longevity. When Mitchell's somewhat desperate and comical cousin Wiley (Seth Green) needs advice on how to acquire a lady friend, Mitchell teaches a sermon for the ages:
Mitchell Goosen - Popeye, now there was a great man. Do you know why?
Wiley - He never joined the Hairclub For Men?
Mitchell Goosen - Wrong. Because his motto was: I am what I am. Do you think Popeye ever worried about what he wore just so he could get Olive Oil's attention? I should say not, Dude. And do you know why?
Wiley - He was gay?
Mitchell Goosen - Because he is what he is.
A movie as inspiring as it is comical shan't and won't be kept in the dungeon of corporate America any longer. There is a webpage dedicated to trying to coerce the Big Wigs at Warner Bros. to release the movie on DVD. On the webpage there is a link to a web-petition pleading the same. I have already signed my name in cyber-blood on the petition and the only question that remains is, will you live up to you duty as an American citizen and do the same? Will we let corporations and not democracies run our lives? I plead with you to visit this website and make a difference.
http://airbornethemovie.tripod.com/
Mitchell Goosen needs you!
dancing, sailing, and all other fine things in life
I'll start with the best thing first. Dallas, a friend Bret met in the Berkeley singles ward, decided to become a skipper and learn how to sail and then he decided to bless our lives with his knowledge and talents and take us on the vast waters of the San Francisco Bay. On Saturday morning Courtney, Alisa, Dallas, Bret and I headed off for the inaugural sail of Skipper Dallas (if he ever finds this I'm sure he'll be thrilled to be regarded as "skipper", and not "captain" or "head of the ship"). I'll cut to the chase, we sailed out of Sausalito and into the bay and right next to the Golden Gate Bridge and we ate cheese and herb slab, cookies, and tomato mozzerela salad, and all became members of the Alameda chapter of the finer things club. Here are some pics....
sorry, I'd like to write more but we are on stolen internet until the internet man comes to set up ours, so this is being very difficult, I will write more when I have a substantial connection. (also, if you live in alameda and your internet is called "cksmart" if you could reset your modem, that'd really help us out).
Year Of The...
About a year ago Bret and I decided that if we were to ever get married we would want to have a theme to every year of our life. Since we got married on September 1st, each year instead of "going back to school" we will celebrate our new theme. We 're going to incorporate the theme into weekend activities, birthdays, gifts, holidays, vacations, books we read, meals, and wherever we can in everyday life. We think that this will accomplish our overall goal in life (being weird).
YEAR OF THE GRANOLA
This year Bret and I are going to become granolas, this includes camping, hiking, rock-climbing, canoeing, eating GORP aka trail mix (we're going to start using granola lexicon too), reading books by other hippiesh people, do triathlons, wear chacos, have a no electricity week, be vegans for a week, ride bikes to work, and any other granola type activities... we're up for recommendations and/or guest lecturers to come visit us and give us their expertise.
The best part of the whole trip was when we came home and went into the city and it happened to be the "love parade", probably the best/sickest thing i've ever seen, women dancing on floats with their nippies painted gold and guys pouring champaign off of the float to the people on the streets. I always thought that love was how you felt towards your family and friends, I didn't know that you expressed it by taking off your shirt and getting low on a moving truck in public, apparently the city has a lot to teach me.
Here is a sample of the themes we came up with...
-Year of the Intellect: In this year Bret or I will study for the GMAT or gre, make complicated foods, read books about art and philosophy, learn to paint, learn a new instrument, travel to strange places, go see guest lecturers at Berkeley, and any other activity that seems like something intellectual people do
-Year of America: We're going to get really into America and hopefully drive cross country. We'll learn all America songs, visit national monuments, read books by American authors, become serious gardeners (america's #1 hobby), and eat American foods i.e. crock pot meals, hot dogs, corn on the cob, etc.
-Year of the fix-it: We're going to fix up either a VW van or a house, whichever fits better into our budget. We're going to read inspirational- fix-up books, do a lot of DIY projects, read domino and blueprint magazines religiously, visit man-made wonders (mount Rushmore and others), and other fixer upper activities. I won't bore you with any of our other brain-stormed plans but I will present this years theme...
YEAR OF THE GRANOLAThis year Bret and I are going to become granolas, this includes camping, hiking, rock-climbing, canoeing, eating GORP aka trail mix (we're going to start using granola lexicon too), reading books by other hippiesh people, do triathlons, wear chacos, have a no electricity week, be vegans for a week, ride bikes to work, and any other granola type activities... we're up for recommendations and/or guest lecturers to come visit us and give us their expertise.
There are some things that we will NOT being doing with our fellow granolas such as:
-getting a mutt dog and tying a bandanna around its neck
-smoking marijuana
-burning incense
-getting dreads (well that's still undecided)
- wearing ridiculous amounts of hemp
To kick off our year, we went camping in San Rafael. We had a good time eating tin foil meals and s'mores, setting up our tent, watching the lone lady at the campsite next to ours get high and go into her tent, hiking, making choclate oatmeal over the fire, and wearing Lindsay's rain slicker. Here are some pics from our weekend:
-getting a mutt dog and tying a bandanna around its neck
-smoking marijuana
-burning incense
-getting dreads (well that's still undecided)
- wearing ridiculous amounts of hemp
To kick off our year, we went camping in San Rafael. We had a good time eating tin foil meals and s'mores, setting up our tent, watching the lone lady at the campsite next to ours get high and go into her tent, hiking, making choclate oatmeal over the fire, and wearing Lindsay's rain slicker. Here are some pics from our weekend:
We have found that granola's do not have a woop hair do' so Bret now has a sidepart
The best part of the whole trip was when we came home and went into the city and it happened to be the "love parade", probably the best/sickest thing i've ever seen, women dancing on floats with their nippies painted gold and guys pouring champaign off of the float to the people on the streets. I always thought that love was how you felt towards your family and friends, I didn't know that you expressed it by taking off your shirt and getting low on a moving truck in public, apparently the city has a lot to teach me.
Honeymoonin' to the max
I would like to announce to the world that despite plane delays due to typhoons, eating during tsunami warnings, backpacking in 100 degree weather with 100% humidity (because we were too cheap to get a taxi), and even a plane wreck in Phuket, the Bakers have made it home safely. It actually wasn't until our last two days that we even got rained on (but I think Thailand is where the phrase originated, "when it rains, it pours"). For the most part we frolicked and giggled in weather and scenery that is seen in the photograph. We also ate our way through the country and justified any ridiculous activity with "it's our honeymoon".As any reader could imagine, we collected a whole boat load of memories. We will try and remember some of our favorite moments and gather up some pics from our trip which included backpacking across almost every inch of Thailand on trains, planes, boats, kayaks, bamboo rafts, rickshaws, elephants, pickup truck beds, and taxis. We even got to walk through the ocean when the tide was low with all our gear because the long tail boat man didn't want to go any further in fear he wouldn't be able to get back to sea. We almost didn't make it through the ocean because I was hungry and wet and probably had to go to the bathroom which led to me (whitney) being furious and cursing everyone in Thailand and Bret. But once I got in a hot shower and ate some fries and sweet and sour chicken I was back in happy honeymoon mood. We'll write more about our lives later, but just to give you a glimpse, in the first month of marriage we have managed to...
Shatter the hall window of our rented victorian house with our couch we hoisted up the stairs, there w was even a point where Bret was shouting "PIVOT, PIVOT"
Buy 10lbs of trailmix including mixes from Costco, Target, and Trader Joes (we're using our giftcards very i wisely)
Still not get a mattress and sleep on camping pads every night
Have my VW get very sick and need some mechanical help, but when I jogged over to pick it up, all our credit/ d debit cards got denied which led me to look very destitute. The car is still in the mechanics garage .
For those of you that don't want to wait for a post, you can check out all of our pics HERE.
P.S. I don't know why there is that W I D down the left side, just ignore it, or make it into an acronym
The Pristine Green
In celebration of our charming new abode, I have started a demo tape. The tape is named after, inspired by, dedicated to, recorded in, and fully representative of the new dwelling. Named after its membrane, the Pristine Green Demo Tape has deemed "The Devil's Armada" its first fruit. In order to give it a little taste click here or here. You can even click here if you want. Much like I am sharing the fruits of the Pristine Green Demo Tape, Whitney and I would also like to share the actual Pristine Green itself with whomever is within the sound of my cyber-voice. If you've read this, or are reading this, or plan on reading this, or have been told about this by someone who read this, consider yourself invited to visit Northern California and find shelter, diet dr. pepper, warmth, big muffins, and love within the walls of the Pristine Green.
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