those g.d. bees

there's some wacky cross-pollination happening here. i've got white pumpkins from our wedding and a zephyr squash that have joined forces, i'm quite sure for evil, seeing as how i have neither white pumpkins nor zephyr squash. just freakish, squashy mutants.

the way we americans like to celebrate independence...

is by blowing shit up and lighting things on fire. all i know is two champagne glasses got broken which definitely equals big, patriotic fun.

nothin but a chicken poker

this is my pal julie. she's got a big heart and an even bigger stick. a chicken stick in which to prop up the chiklings and swipe their precious cargo.

eggs. fresh from the chicken's bottom.

Roweiner

sometimes we go to a magical place called Rowena in the columbia gorge. there's a river, some frosty beer beverages and also a lot of love. pictured here are a couple of jackasses i like to call my friends (pat and mo) and also another jackass i like to call my husband (jackass husband).

LOST

i can't quite figure out if you're supposed to take this bus if you ARE lost, or want to GET lost. or maybe it will take you to a theater to see the last season of LOST, which i am NOT watching because i have WAY too many other rerun obligations this summer.

fruit loop 2008

raspberries are god's way of saying, "enjoy some delicious nature, but not too much because i will stick you with a thousand stickery thorns if you get greedy." and it's all because he loves us.