august

last night i smelled the first fireplace fire of the year. yes, in august.

helluva halifax

first things first. nova scotia biscuits! they tasted like shit.

joren was hoping to find some native lobster claw shoes.

this is our pal jane. she's a real peach and her boy ben is, how you say, ooshie, but we adore him anyhow.

can you believe how big he is? we're so proud of our sack of carrots!

don: "something, minimalism, something, architecture, blah, blah, planar design." joren: "oh yeah? organic material, rem koolhaas, other stuff, paradigm." jane and beth: "these nachos are awesome."

i'm a giver, that's all

if you can't share your wine with a baby goat, well, then you're not much of a giver. like me. 

i also shared my wine with joren and now we have a new baby goat. we like to call him gary, but nothing's official.

getting to know me

some adjectives people used in reference to me today at my super blast part time job at the bakery:

• fresh-faced (from an old wrinkly lady)
  
• gracious (other old lady who had kind of a fuzzy face so i was trying to be really nice)
  
• delightful (it's all smoke and mirrors)
  
• plate breaker (just one)
  
• late (i had to drive back home for my falsies. teeth, not boobs.)

remember that one time?

it was awesome. i ate a delicious salt water taffy and my false teeth fell out. this man is making the aforementioned taffy and i'm in the process of suing his taffy ass. that's right, taffy man, wipe that stupid smile off your face.

oregon's got it all, people

and by "all", I mean...

1. sea grass. not to be confused with oat grass, which mark oatman has been known to weave into some delightful baskets, hats and vests.

2. cheese factories! do you see the cheese fairies? they wear hair nets. 

official bill gray wednesday shout out

hat enough for ya?

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.