Monday, June 30, 2008
What once was
Here is the sad, empty spot where my tree once was. ( I was going to say "once lived" but, I'm pretty sure it was dead/dieing the moment I touched it)
Maggie and David's Bacchus sculpture was moved out of the "garden area" where I had it placed.
Bacchus was moved so that my new neighbor could convert my dirt mound into a flower patch. I, personally, thought Bacchus made a nice addition to the garden, she, on the other hand, thought it was "creepy".
Friday, June 27, 2008
Burning bridges and taking names
I decided that I needed a day off from Roseburg.
Stephen and I drove down to Grants Pass for a change of scenery.
Here is some slightly different scenery.
It's Spring here.
Just not in Roseburg.
I found a dollar, I think it may be a sign that things are looking up.
Apparently in Grants Pass; it's all about the climate.
Apparently in Grants Pass; it's NOT all about saving paper.
Odly, only half the people in this mural actually have faces.
When I ordered; our waitress asked me if I liked peanut butter...apparently I misjudged just how much peanut butter I would need to like.
Steve and I went to get coffee, we were paying and I handed Steve the $2 in cash that I had, so he says to the barista "here is $2 and can you put the rest on my card" to which she replies "Sure. Or I could just not charge you for your coffee." So she took my $2 plus whatever change I had in my pocket, and gave Steve a free coffee! Did I mention that I am mad as hell? And my coffee was awful, by the way, and not just because Steve's was free.
(pause)
These are finger potatoes.
Emily brought pumpkin bread. Part of this may have had something to do with the fact that I had told both Megan and Emily that I would disown them as friends if they made pumpkin bread and didn't offer me any.
Here are two dinosaurs, two owls and a rubber celery. Obviously.
I attempted to steal Emily's soul. I was thwarted once again.
I like discovering things with my name on them. Granted, this is my barbecue and I probably put the sticker there.
We had a barbecue involving communal eating. Here Mike is eating balsamic corn.
Emily and Mike experimented with putting guacamole on everything. The corn was ok with guacamole, the fish...less so.
What barbecue would be complete without burning stuff? More accurately; what barbecue would be complete without the burning of my Douglas Fir?
We initially tried to barbecue the tree. This yielded little result.
Here is Mike pouring lighter fluid on my tree.
Here is my tree dieing a fiery death.
Labels:
barbecue,
fire,
mental health,
seasons
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Craft days
Today is craft day.
I am filling dinosaur heads with plaster.
Obviously.
The idea being; that if the head is filled with something, it'll be easier to attach or screw it onto a belt buckle.
I know, you really care.
It's Spring again.
Whatever...
Look! Jarritos now makes chapstick. And yes, I think you know that I got it. And yes, it is delicious. I love Mandarina.
They now sell Make magazine at Safeway.
Right next to American Cowboy...
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Everyone has a special place
Megan and I went out in search of (non Brix) breakfast. After some trial and error we ended up at The White Horse where they, of course, had stopped serving breakfast 30 minutes ago. They did, however, have these giant stone Pegasuses (or is it Pegasi?) and a bluegrass band.
We went to the Christian coffee shop. Here is a laptop with a Jesus fish on it.
The also had a large basket filled with bibles, we restrained ourselves and did not take any.
This is a new shirt I got. I think the western-wear/ironic-cowboy thing is so played, now it's all about the ironic-hippie/creepy-renaissance-fair look .
Everybody has a special place.
Emily has an owl collection, these owl practically doubled her collection.
This is a sweet temporary tattoo I got from a vending machine. I'm thinking maybe this should be the next tattoo I get.
The picture on the sign is a little girl kissing the severed head of a lion. Horrifying, I know.
This is Bandon.
Megan really didn't want me to post this picture. This is the problem with the actualcam; previously, nobody would know if they disliked the picture until it was already on the internet.
Emily made no qualms about this picture.
Emily and Megan ran to the sea. I already knew that the water was frezzing, so I stayed back. I think Emily was actually just trying to wash some poo off her feet.
This is a spooky cave.
We found a dead body
I have no idea what they were pointing at.
It's Spring in Bandon.
It's just NOT Spring in Roseburg.
This, my friend, is the house that Jesus built.
Ok, I should have taken more pictures for this story, but, whatever. We went to historic downtown Bandon in search of a coastal eatery, we found a restaurant, we sat down, we took a look at the menu and quickly realized that we could not afford to eat at said restaurant. We tried and get up and leave as covertly as possible and on our way out; the hostess says "are you looking for something less expensive...oh, I mean...more casual?" She then walks us outside and gives us directions to another restaurant a few blocks away. Pictured above is the "more casual" dinning establishment.
I ordered the "Captains Plate". It came with soup, salad bar, pumpkin bread, rice and all the deep fried sea creatures you could imagine.
I was pretty proud of the dent that I put in it, especially since; two hours prior I had eaten a giant crepe and two hours prior to that I had eaten a giant turkey sandwich and french fries.
And then they gave me ice cream, because, as we all know, nothing goes better with deep fried sea world than ice cream.
The thing is; for the price of the Captains Plate; I could have had a nice meal at the other place.
We thought about stealing this plastic cat from one of Emily's neighbors. We ultimately decided against it because...stealing is wrong.
These are various vehicles that are strewn about Emily's yard.
I suppose the need to build a kids parking lot.
So maybe they already have a parking lot, but they should still build another one, this one appears to be full.
As an un-fitting ending to a pleasant day; I was pulled over and given a speeding ticket. Sucks to be me.
Labels:
beach,
fried food,
JC,
police,
thrift
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