Tomato in the sink

I got new glasses.

Actually, I just got my sunglasses turned into my new glasses.

So you have already seen my glasses.

Maybe not from so many angles.

But you've seen them.

There is a tomato plant growing in our bathroom sink at work. One of the tomatoes just ripened, I'm pretty sure nobody is going to eat it.

This is a painting being improperly stored in our Gallery Managers car.

For Shame.

look out

Our staircase might be a little dangerous in the dark.

The light is actually just the cameras flash.

This is what it actually looks like.

Here is a snake we found. I wanted to take it with us to the bar, Megan was slightly less enthusiastic about this plan.

Megan had just made a very funny joke...at Steve's expense.

I had taken a pretty cool picture of Maureen. She felt the need to delete said photograph.

She has been banned from touching any awesome or awsome cameras.

And, I could have deleted this picture that looks as if she has contracted a strange eye disease, but I'm not going to.

And we can all look forward to a future post featuring all pictures of Maureen.

We can do one for Lexi as well, because she is always very nice about having her picture taken.

Megan wanted to learn more about Joey.

This did not go over well.

In the end; Joey brought us Rockstar + Jagermeister (I think they call it a Jagerbomb, or possibly the grossest flavor of cough medicine).

All of lifes questions

I don't really understand these "hippies use backdoor <--->" signs, is it some kind of joke that you only get if you are a hippie or were alive in the 60's or are stoned on "grass"? And why has this version of the sign been modified to only point one direction?

Here is a broken house raised up on cinder blocks. Is this what you put in your front yard when you are a rich hillbilly?

I really wish I needed a sign made.

This is the mother load of milk crates, you know how many makeshift bookshelves you could make out of all those?...a lot. Guess where I found them?...the milk factory.

Awesome indeed.

Historical acuracy

Here is a short(ish) story: About a year ago the Douglas County Museum of Cultural and Natural History put up their wine exhibit (I did "work" at the opening of this show, so there ought to be a post about it, I distinctly remember wanting to comment that one particular person's boyfriend was an asshole and that their was a tasty truffle infused cheese and that it may have been the event that led to the ultimate exile of Ben Brady. But the post is lost somewhere between June and November 2007). For the exhibit the museum director, Gardener Chappell, commissioned a local artist to create a small gold colored sculpture/carving of Bacchus. When Gardener saw the sculpture he had commissioned, he said (I paraphrase) "That sculpture is hideous, I'm not paying for that". So the sculpture was shoved into a broom closet and the artist's invoice was ignored. Christmas time rolls around and there is a pot luck/secret Santa event, Lee Ann brings said Bacchus sculpture as her secret Santa gift, because the Douglas County Museum off Cultural and Natural History wants nothing to do with it. At the secret Santa event; David ended up taking the sculpture home. So a few months later Maggie and David are packing up their apartment (which was above mine, in case you forgot) and as it turns out; they have a lot more stuff than they thought. So I end up with the Bacchus sculpture, not because I want it mind you, just because it wont fit in thier car. So I put Bacchus in the garden as a decorative alternative to a lawn gnome. Their Bacchus stays, until my new neighbor moves in, plants a flower bed (in what I was calling a garden but was really a dirt pile) and moves Bacchus because she thinks he's creepy. Ok, Bacchus has been moved and was just hanging out next to my dead potted plants. Now I am moving out, I put Bacchus in the car with plans of setting him up at the new place. I go by the Douglas County Museum of Cultural and Natural History to give Lee Ann a record player and a TV, while I am doing this; Lee Ann moved something from her trunk to Gardener's trunk. I said "hey! is Gardener's car open?". So I put Bacchus in Gardener's drivers seat. I wish I could have stuck around to see him get his Bacchus back.

Crepe master

I suppose breakfast barbecue season is coming to an end.

That's ok. We recently learned that Matt is a crepe master.

Maybe different breakfasts require different distributions of labor.

There was definitely more team involvement in today's crepe-fest.

Delicious team involvement.

Did I mention that Matt is the Crepe Master. I think he said he had seen them made on the food channel this one time.

I threw coffee grounds in the yard not really thinking that the dog might eat them and get sick.

Of course she tried to eat them.

This is my punishment for, accidentally, trying to kill the dog.

You can only be so sorry...

This photo just shows the mess, not the six plus bottles of champagne (style beverage).

Did I mention that Matt is the Crepe Master?

Document and eyewitness

I spilled water all over my desk.

Now it's the cleanest it's been in months.

Until everything dries and we go back to the pile system.

The future was now

This could be the next generation of awsomecams.

"My Awesome (Video)Camera"

Oh shizzle!

and it's got a pocket marked for my mobile and my "Jimmy hats" (do they still call them that?).

I was trying on some super hero clothes (read: womens active wear) and a giant spider crawled out of one of the pant legs. It's

This armoire almost fell over and killed me.

Here is a paper mache chicken.

Here is a fountain filled with rubber duckies.

Sadly, very few of them were face up.

I believe I have posted this Barbara Streisand album cover on this blog before (actually it looks like this will be the third time). It just never ceases to creep me out. (on Barbara Streisand's website there is one section for debunking rumors about her and another where you can read her political commentary)

Waited too long for bargains on summer/barbecue items.

Damn you Oregon lottery.

This is a "grow pirate".

These are some sad looking kids.

God bless "behavior modification spray"