Better homes and gardens

I was trying to adjust the blinds this morning and managed to break them.

When the blinds came crashing down onto my breakfast table, they manged to take out part of my tree that I have, up until now, been taking terrific care of (read: have not killed yet).

I'm a little like the Hulk, I just go around destroying things without even realizing it. (I don't actually know if thats what the Hulk did, I just like making references to Lou Ferrigno.)

I am going to attempt to fix the blinds with tape and things I find around the house.

The tale of the sea is long and deep

This is Steve's apartment. Steve claims he had nothing to do with the Turkish bath/surf shop decor.

This was supposed to be a picture of the diet book based on the diet of Jesus.

Steve and I headed for the coast in search of crabs.

Emily greeted us with coastal tidings.

Behind Steve are pieces of construction paper decorated with photos, post-its and out of date calender pages. Emily claims she had nothing to do with the decor.

Aren't they adorable. This was before they started yelling at each other.

This is the window of Sobers; a social club for recovering addicts. Nothing against recovering from addiction; but this place looked like the antithesis of fun.

This is a small plastic wizard. We thought about getting it for Megan, who had one day earlier; been describing her utopian wonderland, in said utopia I was a wizard and also not allowed in.

The contents of this book were even more terrifying than it's cover.

La mer

We went to the woods.

This is a cliff. When Emily and I got here; Steve had already climbed halfway down.

Emily chose to not spit in the eye of common sense.

This was the way down. Or possibly; the way up.

I think you can almost see One-Eyed Willie's ship in the distance.

After the end of the earth we traveled to the sand dunes. While this IS the area that is 4-wheeler free, you could still hear them "tear'n s*** up".

Here are shotgun shells we found at the dunes. We also found a dead body, but it was decided that we should not get involved.

So much sand.

We thought it was a good idea to run up the sand dunes.

Running up dunes is a lot harder than we had thought.

I really was having fun...honest.

This is a fried fish of some sort from the Captains Cove.

Earlier in the day I had been asked; "So, are you into wood?". Which made this truck with "Got Wood?" painted on the side just that much funnier. Not that it wasn't funny to begin with.

We went to the Bar Wench. The inside was not what we had expected. It was vaguely futuristic, well lit and was projecting "trippy" visualizations of Niel Diamond and Doors covers onto it's, uncomfortably, bare walls.

This is some other bar who's name I can't remember. It was pretty charming except for it's apparent lack of music.

Emily blamed the lack of music on the fact that we were out too early.

We called to Emily's roommate, who is a hater for the record, to ask her and her man-friend to come and join us. When we were told that she wouldn't come out, I asked if she wanted to send the man-friend instead, she informed me that they were both drunk on hater-aide.

Emily thought that she would pay dearly for my phone call. Instead her roommate approached her regarding Emily's feelings about JC...?

We went to Tiny's, finally we had some choice over the music.

We played a few songs on the jukebox, however; once our songs were over the music was quickly changed to Beyonce or maybe it was that girl who has the TV show and the famous parent and thus is famous in real life, you know the one that the kids are into these days.

Tiny's had a small laundromat inside.

I guess that's how they roll out on the coast.

Name of my next album: The Kozy Love Brown.

While not an actual crab; this poem talks about crabs.

And like that; we disappeared back to the Burg.

Are we drunk yet?

For Saint Patrick's Day; Dianne made green humus. It was delicious...and green.

Teacher Steve and Megan were our leaders on the Special Olympics Pub Crawl. Everyone likes drinking to support disabilities.

The problem with the bus version of the pub crawl was that nobody was at any of the bars the bus took us to.

It probably should have been called a pub ride to the bars that no-one will be at instead.

One of the guys on our bus overheard me and Steve (VISTA Steve) talking about accents, or more acurately about fake southern accents.

I think he really wanted to kick our asses, but decided, instead, to refer to us as Catholic-Jews.

His reasoning being that, he claimed, both groups were responsible for killing Jesus.

Normally Saint Patrick's Day falls on or a least is celebrated on the weekend.

It seemed problematic; doing a pub crawl on a Monday night.

I think we did pretty well though.

We managed to drink; green beer, green Jell-o shots and Irish car bombs. We discussed other countries that are popular for car bombs and tried to determine what would be in said beverages.

Surprisingly; I have no idea what this is a picture of. I will note that I walked home and thus had to sprint to my car the next morning in order to get to work on time. Viva Ireland!

The chicks are free

I'm not sure what to say about this, questionable, sideburn action.

Look chickens!