my feelings on "krab"

first i totally feel the pain of the fish who's previously tasty flesh is then smashed and filled with food coloring and then given the embarrassing name Krab.

but it is kinda cool that no one can say the word "Krab" without using hand gestures.

i once wanted some crab but when i walked up to the seafood case at my local Whole Foods and saw the outrageous price I thought, "Oh, well I guess I'll have to have Krab instead." so I marched up to the nearest seafood counter worker and asked where the "krab" was and oh, my god! the look on the man's face was that of confusion, hate, disgust and pity. I then realized what I had just done.

I asked for krab in the most anti krab place I could.

i kinda want to do it again...

you know how when you get a fresh crab from the truck on the side of the road on the coast and take it home and start cracking it open to get to the yummy meat out and then your fingers start stinging. it's like putting whiskey on an open wound.

Well i think we should only eat krab to save the poor workers from having to work all day with painfull crab juice on thier hands.

nice topic jordi

work

is swallowing me.....vacation can hurt you in the aftermath.

wish i was drinking wine on the porch with you both.

i am having a good hair day though. and my tanned skin makes me look like i come from the priviladged class.

the Bachelorette party

remeber this ladies? this always makes me happy.
the Bachelorette party

vacation

we're going to tropical Minnesota this weekend.
we'll be there 12 full days.
i need the break really bad. and how lovely to see my friends and family and spend all day every day with my secret agent loverman.

oh! my replacement camera just came. now i can illustrate this blog with photo's

you guys all visit soapboxgirls don't you?

the doing

hi citrus

i started my back"yard" landscaping project after you left. i must have dug 300 rocks out of that 10 x 8 space. can i just say that i hate the contractors who "landscaped" this poor little yard. i think what they did was take a big cement mixer added 1 part filthy dirt (not to be confused with soil: the life giving product of mother earth) .5 parts trash ( it is really exciting to pull pop cans, nails, bandaids and plastic bags out from under the rocks and dirt. it feels a little like wining a twisted raffle.) 2 parts small rocks, 2 parts big ass rocks. Then they mixed it together, poured it behind the retaining wall and covered the whole load of crap with bark.

but it's been fun to get up there sweating my ass of making something really lovely. we've built a smaller retaining wall in a half circle shape about 3/4 of the way back and have moved some of the existing bushes. i love it. almost homey. oh, and we tied that lovely smelling tobacco plant up so it stand tall and proud. it still smells great.

remember all of the outdoor projects we used to think up and spend all day or week working on? everything we did was for the experience of doing it. it never mattered what then end product was. we always felt completely pleased with our selves for taking on such impossible tasks and loved to recount them to anyone who would listen.

Here's some that I remember. You weren't part of all of them.Sometimes i had to hang out with the neighbor kids. What do you remember?

• living outside for a week. showering in a wheel barrel. peeing outside.
• cobble stone steps down a 20 ft incline to the creek.
• building a 100 ft frankenstein head only visible from an over head plane. we called the paper to get them to come and take and aerial shot. they didn't.
• building complicated forts that cover every bit of real estate on the lawn
• tying everything that had wheels together for the ultimate kid vehicle.

We didn't make it to the KEXP bbq (are you listening yet?) but here's a cool picture. i like it. this is the time we live in.
photo by: william anthony

Sewing

i bought a new sewing machine. it's really the first one i've ever had. i've used my mom's and friend' on and off though out the years, and then a couple years ago i bought one from my grandpa, but me and that machine could never figure out how to work together.

i'm extremely excited to contribute to A Month of Softies. The ladies here are so inspiring. I am going to try and do July's sock monkey theme. wish me luck.

dear readers

of which i have maybe 3 or 4. i've moved to this very fru-fru weblog neighborhood.
i think i will be very happy here and bring lots of new playmates for you.

i've been reading online journals and other types of internet publishing since 1999 and i have to say that it has actually contributed to my life in a positive way. i will probably go into more detail about this in the future, but for now i would just like to say that i am happy to finally be here and i look forward to hopefully putting something out into the world that will change something/one at least just a little.

you know what they say about the power of prayer....
i wonder if blogging is a similar phenomenon?

*this image is from the local library website. i thought it was pleasing to look at and appropriate.

the big S

this is the time of the year when it is time to get on with things. you know that it's summer, it's been kinda nice... then not. some sunny days, you may even spend all day indoors because you know there'll be other sunny days. july 1st always gets me a bit panicked about being wet, moody and wrapped in a flannel very soon, so I'd better stop anything that doesn't allow me to fully embrace Summer with a big S.

so this weekend i'll be in oregon camping on the beach with my family. i hope to build sand castles, run trails, drink whiskey and learn something new about everyone there.

we finally got those folding camping chairs that everyone has. the kind you get for $7 at the drug store or $25 at REI (which do you think i got?) i love them because they keep you off the ground. this staying out of the dirt thing took me a while to figure out. I thought, "what's the point in going camping if you don't get dirty?" but you know what, it's often moist and damp here in the NW and the dirt becomes mud even if just for the few hours before the sun dries it out. i am also a more active camper now that I am off the ground, I can just hop up and do something, instead of pointing and grunting when I want another marshmallow.

happy summer everyone.

oh, check out this photographer. awesome.
http://www.chromasia.com/iblog/

Currently listening: Freak Out By 311 Release date: By 12 November, 1992

12:40

Sorry dear readers. I've been so tired. How does this happen. I hope to be myself again. Just came from Jadrea's b-day. What a lovely lady. I love going somewhere where everyone knows my name. To the guy who did a terrible dye job on my hair....i hope you take a swig from an expired jug of milk and spit it all over your new leather jacket. night night.

Currently listening: Let It Be By Replacements Release date: By 03 September, 2002

pod love

my sexy, smart, awesome husband gave me an ipod for our first anniversary which is this coming monday. ( i can't believe it's been an entire year since that wonderful day)

now i feel so modern and cool. it looks and sound really good my little buggle. i wanted to name it lilly but C-man didn't hear me right and named it willy. completely different. now my poor ipods first day out of the box is a gender confused mess. geeze i'll have to load hewoman with some ween and sheman will feel better.

Currently listening: Full Clip: A Decade of Gang Starr By Gang Starr Release date: By 13 July, 1999

bye bye suff

had a yard sale this weekend. it was a lot of fun. thanks to all of my friends that came by and took a bit of us home.

When ever i have a yard sale as i see people walk away with these things i don't want or need anymore i always have second thoughts, like maybe i should have kept that. kinda pathetic. i think i am in danger of becoming a magazine stacking, pen saving, knickknack hording, art supply collecting hermit who can't find her way out of her house the same way twice. better watch myself.

we sold tons of records from Johnny cash to the star wars sound track. books were also hot items.

my hubby was the price pushover, i on the other hand made quite a bit of cash holding firm to my fair prices. i figure if i just want to get rid of stuff I can take it to the local charity thrift shop, but i wanted to make some money. is that so wrong?

rest of the weekend was good. ended up at the University Street fair, didn't even know it was going on. i realized while there that when i worked that event those were the work 4 day of my life. if you want to be verbally abused by total strangers for 2 days try your hand working with craft and food vendors. those people come from some place where it's ok to scream in people's faces when you aren't getting your way, now. i always say that one of the golden rules of society is that you can't yell at anyone you don't love.

oh and i got the most awesome, cute, make you drool braclet. thanks taffy for talking me into it;)

clear cuts and summer camps

I just got back from a visit to the local Air force base. I've never been to any military establishment unless you count the creepy nuclear control center that my old job used as a warehouse or former bases converted into city and state parks. These parks are always slightly eerie and like a forest that has been clear cut, the ground, plants and air never seem quite right.

the base i was on today was like a small town crossed with a college, crossed with a summer camp crossed with a prison. all the people seemed so comfortable. like being in a place where everyone shares such common experiences provides confidence. as i drove through i wanted to be one of them. it's the same feeling i get when i walk on a college campus and want to be a student or visit a retreat center/summer camp and what to be on the staff.

all the people i saw where very different. the mix of race, culture and class present in the few blocks of the base I cruised through in my beetle were more diverse than any place i've ever been.

everyone wants to belong to a group. i don't even think it matters to most who else is in the group or what the group exists for. we just want the confidence that only comes when you are so completly the same as everyone around you that your differences are able to shine

dark sky light sky why sky

my mood has been completly wacked out lately. when i started writing i wanted to compare it to the dymanic weather that's been happeing outside of my window at work, but i realize there is nothing dynamic or beautiful about my sudden slip into what i hate to admitt may be slight depression. actually i kid myself to think my mood is wavering between dark and light, it's just plain old dark and for no resond. i am pretty much against using an online journal to talk about how sad and depressed I am but this is so out of charater for me. i think writing about it will cause it some grand embarassment and it will run screaming from my body faster than it came in.but the weather is amazing and beautiful. the black clouds roll in and sit there..very still..i'm on edge waiting for something spatacular. then i get up to go to the printer come back and the sun is shinning like it's been there all day. sneaky sky.

changing my lens

I finally got a digital camera this week. i've been using a beautiful professional 35mm for many many years, but my little house can not absorb anymore photo albums or boxes full of double prints that I am totally going to sent out to all of the people i love or met once while taking the pictures.

now i can post pictures online a lot easier. i read this blog, dooce.com and her photo taking is so inspiring. so stay tuned for some rockin images.

i'm hoping being more proactive with my photos will be the start of being more proactive with all of my interest....well see.