there was a bug in my lettuce today. i'm experimenting with growing my own vegetables and i picked some lettuce to put in a salad, and as i was washing it, and i looked down, and there was a huge creepy bug crawling all over me! i'm not even afraid of bugs! but it was so long and skinny and it had pincers and i did something i have honestly never done before in response to a bug: i screamed.
my garden is pretty pathetic. it's not very big, and i can't see it from the house, only if i go out behind the garage, so it gets pretty neglected. however, i love it. i like growing my own lettuce and spinach, even though the spinach all died last week and the lettuce is plagued by creepy bugs, and the peas are soooo delicious, and there are teensy green leaves popping up where carrots and green onions are going to sprout someday. mostly i'm excited about the tomatoes that should be coming any day this week. we bought a grape tomato plant because those are my favorite, and there are billions of tiny green tomato babies appearing all over it. i planned two dinners i was going to make this week around the tomatoes that i'm so excited for...but i think i've been too ambitious, because they are definitely not yet for eating, and i had to go to the store to buy a sad inorganic plastic carton to use in my salad tonight. what a sad, tragic life i have.
in non-garden-related news, what is up with j tim's new video? when i heard the song i was like, hmm, doesn't sound like justin to me, i don't love it, but it sounds like it would be soooo hot at the club. it's got "dance beat" written all over it. but there's no dancing in the video! who does he think he is? james bond? and i don't even understand what's going on anyway.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Sunday, July 30, 2006
tall, tan, laid-back nomad
for some reason, writing my first blog entry makes me feel like i have writer's block, and it makes me nervous. this is ridiculous, because a) hardly anyone knows i have a blog and is going to read this and 2) (ohhhh that joke never gets old), what am i trying to prove anyway?? yesterday i was thinking that i just need to have a kick off point, and i remembered the first line my friend beth wrote in one of my high school yearbooks: "your yearbook smells like iced tea. perfect kick-off point." but i don't like tea, iced or hot, so i'm going to kick it off with an equally important topic: my brother's hair.
i saw my brother for the first time in a few months last weekend at the pearl jam concert at the gorge. we have been experiencing an extreme heatwave, as you, my loyal readers, are surely aware. brad and i stayed with our friend christy in wenatchee on saturday night (temperature on saturday: a horrifying 113 ish degrees, according to one mr. eddie vedder, who sported a tank top and shorts with his tall white socks and tennie runners - and wore the same exact thing on sunday, except with doc martens instead. explanation? "it's f***ing hot!") and we were going to meet ty at the gorge on sunday. it was blazing hot. i couldn't find him anywhere in the parking lot or at the ten club ticket pickup line. brad rushed inside to purchase some collectible posters as i called ty's cell phone repeatedly, which went straight to voicemail.
finally, i looked to my left and saw a vision in white approaching. at first i honestly didn't recognize him, but it was, in fact, my brother. he was wearing the dirtiest, filthiest white tee shirt and swim trunks of all time, a pair of borrowed sunglasses, and his feet were literally dark brown with dirt. he carried a huge backpacking backpack. i told him he looked crazy. he said he had fallen asleep under a tree, after spending the last several hours alone in the scorching heat after the friends he had camped with left early in the morning. i could not stop laughing at how ridiculous he was, and how pathetic. am i mean? maybe...mostly i think i just have a good sense of humor.
but i said i was going to talk about his hair. after we got back to spokane late sunday night he took a shower, and with the dirt removed, the freakish beauty of his hair really began to show itself. it is truly a marvel. it's probably about chin-length at its longest point. for some reason, it is kind of curly at the ends. the curly-ness makes the ends flip out perfectly, but by some hair miracle, the top portion of the hair remains wonderfully smooth and shiny. and to top it all off: he has lovely, sweeping side bangs. it is a beautifully styled coif. all of this is the result of absolutely no effort, product, or forethought. but the result is that he has the exact hairstyle that is much coveted by many a girl and woman - in fact, it is the same hairstyle that my friend noelle once worked to create on a daily basis (and maybe still does?). all in all, the look on a 21-year-old male may not be exactly "manly" or "attractive", but i found it to be equally astounding and delightful on my tall, tan, laid-back nomad brother. i'll have to see if i've got a picture i can post.
so that's about it for me. one world-class blog down, and many more to follow.
i saw my brother for the first time in a few months last weekend at the pearl jam concert at the gorge. we have been experiencing an extreme heatwave, as you, my loyal readers, are surely aware. brad and i stayed with our friend christy in wenatchee on saturday night (temperature on saturday: a horrifying 113 ish degrees, according to one mr. eddie vedder, who sported a tank top and shorts with his tall white socks and tennie runners - and wore the same exact thing on sunday, except with doc martens instead. explanation? "it's f***ing hot!") and we were going to meet ty at the gorge on sunday. it was blazing hot. i couldn't find him anywhere in the parking lot or at the ten club ticket pickup line. brad rushed inside to purchase some collectible posters as i called ty's cell phone repeatedly, which went straight to voicemail.
finally, i looked to my left and saw a vision in white approaching. at first i honestly didn't recognize him, but it was, in fact, my brother. he was wearing the dirtiest, filthiest white tee shirt and swim trunks of all time, a pair of borrowed sunglasses, and his feet were literally dark brown with dirt. he carried a huge backpacking backpack. i told him he looked crazy. he said he had fallen asleep under a tree, after spending the last several hours alone in the scorching heat after the friends he had camped with left early in the morning. i could not stop laughing at how ridiculous he was, and how pathetic. am i mean? maybe...mostly i think i just have a good sense of humor.
but i said i was going to talk about his hair. after we got back to spokane late sunday night he took a shower, and with the dirt removed, the freakish beauty of his hair really began to show itself. it is truly a marvel. it's probably about chin-length at its longest point. for some reason, it is kind of curly at the ends. the curly-ness makes the ends flip out perfectly, but by some hair miracle, the top portion of the hair remains wonderfully smooth and shiny. and to top it all off: he has lovely, sweeping side bangs. it is a beautifully styled coif. all of this is the result of absolutely no effort, product, or forethought. but the result is that he has the exact hairstyle that is much coveted by many a girl and woman - in fact, it is the same hairstyle that my friend noelle once worked to create on a daily basis (and maybe still does?). all in all, the look on a 21-year-old male may not be exactly "manly" or "attractive", but i found it to be equally astounding and delightful on my tall, tan, laid-back nomad brother. i'll have to see if i've got a picture i can post.
so that's about it for me. one world-class blog down, and many more to follow.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
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