Monday, July 28, 2008

I found you all...


Zeewalking
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I'm a zombie-Jack and I don't care


I'm a zombie-Jack and I don't care
Originally uploaded by aopho.


This one totally reminded me of you...
Do you have that hat

Only the Pure of Heart...

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Happy Birthday Connie

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Roller Derby

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The day starts off calmly enough...
With cheap beer in hand and our seats secured by the mob around us we settle in for the event...
We are disappointed to find that our stereotypes of violence and ruthless beatings is all for not and that the paramedics were able to stand on the side lines throughout the entire event without incident...
But that didn't destroy the tension and need for violence...
Once outside, we took it upon ourselves to make up for all the good sportsmanship we witnessed in the arena...
The crowds cheered as Josh and I took Autumn out in style...
She is very quick, and often makes for a difficult target... But that issue was quickly solved after I clothes lined her to the ground... At which point Josh went in for the kill on both of us...
Good times...

Beautiful Things

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A Simple Plan

So Autumn and I are planning on heading to Canada to see Feist...
October 18th in Calgary, Aberta...
It's only like 18 hours from here...
Why not.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Raspberry Redemption

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Tartlet Countdown:
Bottom Left: Josh
Top Right: Autumn, Steve, and I

Friday, July 18, 2008

Murphy's Law Applied to Baking

Even here, anything that can go wrong will go wrong...
Especially if you are tired and prone to not paying attention to silly measurements...
Yeah, I threw out the first two batches, and completely botched the third...
Which still has 20 minutes left in the oven before I throw it away...
Not quitting my day job.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Back up the Truck

I come home and as usual inquire,
"Good God what is that smell?"
Usually it is the latest science project gone awry in the kitchen...
This time... Babies...
We just got our new neighbors and the verdict is in...
Babies, and possibly more than one...
The diaper Genie is already stinking up the parking lot and thoughts of which room will be graced with the late night acoustic screams of childhood are racing through my mind.
Looking longingly at the sweet wireless sound system I spent so much time installing and thoughts of dust collecting on the speakers make me sink lower and lower into my couch.
I have only met one of them, but already I know we can never be friends.
I prayed it would be anything else...
As if I don't already sleep too little...
This will be the end of me.
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So Saturday Autumn, Steve and I trekked out to the Fair for the day. We wandered the dusty paths, visited Autumn's family and at one point were so completely trapped in gridlock by fellow fair goers that Autumn faked an asthma attack to make her way through the crowd. That was really a stroke of genius. It shouldn't have come to that... but the people were just not moving... The commonly observed practice of staying to the left and right that would usually allow flow and movement was not being observed, with large groups of people stopping indiscriminately to carry on conversations.

So I was very proud of Autumn for taking the upper hand in that situation and getting out any way she could.
It was a good time... I did the few things on my list, which all surrounded acquiring various fine foods from around the event. I hit them all, got my blueberry ice cream and Dana's cheese cake...

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After the main event was wearing thin for us, we wandered back to the car, which was insanely hot, and made our way to Triangle lake... As usual I took around a hundred photos... documenting the adventures...
When we arrived we were met with many jokes about how disappointed the crew was that we neglected to bring the local law enforcement with us this time...
It was a gorgeous day, with every other moment being shattered with explosions and flames as the boys in our crew took it upon themselves to outdo each other by lighting bottle rockets off in their hands and doing back flips off the dock... Assuring us that the effects that could be felt under water were awesome.

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As usual, I was curled up in the fetal position behind anyone I could find that I could use as a human shield.
Thankfully no one lost any limbs or digits and all went well.
Dianna got thrown in the lake with all of her clothes on at around 1:00 in the morning and was not pleased...
And Owen could not be swayed to stop wearing her orange hot pants throughout the entire evening.

We definitely got enough sun for the week... and a good time was had by all...

Upon returning to the house I found my giant glass mirror had leapt to it's death in my absence and lay in shreds on the floor of my bedroom, having taken out my dresser and the plugs that were unfortunate enough to have been in use at the time of it's tragic demise. So it is in a pile of splintered wood and shattered glass on my floor. My first thoughts were, well that seems odd, what is missing here, and does the bad luck rule apply if your mirror kills itself while no one is around?
Hope not... That was a three panel mirror, and I would hate to be jinxed till I was 45.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Rose Petals and Tin Foil

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Baby Bowling

Well at least it isn't what you would think from the title...
Last evening, we went out to Emerald Lanes and caught up on what has become an overlooked sport and pastime for my friends and I. We were pleased to find a location that is fairly reasonable and open on a Thursday evening. All went well aside from our neighbors, who appeared to be recent high school graduates, two ladies, four boys, and a two week old infant. It was an interesting sight to take in. The child slept through the majority of the events in a little car seat lying on the floor beneath a rack of balls. The kid was placed in the direct path people would walk to get from one end of the alley to the next, posing a minor tripping hazard
When the child finally awoke it was placed into a contraption that resembled a booster seat and bucket. It sat writhing with it's little sunglasses, seeming rather confused. With the random person picking it up occasionally, but ignoring it entirely for the majority of their stay.
The ladies, each tried to out do the other in wearing the shortest outfit. And at one point when one of the heavier ones went up to make her shot, she attempted to swing her leg behind her, just about did the splits, and left nothing to the imagination. I have never heard an entire alley of people gasp in unison before. It wasn't that good kind of gasp, when you catch the oportunity of a lifetime, this one was more of the gasp you take when watching a car crash.
Any rate, we had a great time. I actually got two strikes, which is good since previously I held the official title for the most depressed bowler, and walked out with a final score of 28. I framed the scores, since they were too good to be true.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Brice Creek

What is this... Like the fourth camping trip in a row....
Out of control...
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DOWW

Out of a hundred and fifty-eight photos, these are two out of four that I can post.
KC is my new hero.
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