Anything to Pass the Time

The past week has been consumed mostly with things like biking (in shoes), making sand castles (Mt St Hood?), driving (cars and vans), roasting hot dogs, baking cookies - you guessed it: camping and nannying (as soon as Stuart cooperates, photos will follow). Everything was fun until this afternoon where I found I had nothing to do. Hanging out with a kid who's grounded is not the most fun way to spend an afternoon, let me tell ya. Throw my immense excitement due to the near arrival of my boyfriend and you can only imagine my twitchy, fidgety boredom.
Two hours and four minutes.

Yuck.

I love the profundity and truth in this unobtrusive white scrawl. It's like graffiti and social commentary all in one. Very appropriate in some almost twisted way.
[NW Glisan between 13th and 14th]

A Girl of Many Hats

I collect hats. I love hats. I wear hats.

I wear a variety of hats: friend, sister, girlfriend, nanny-sitter...

Yesterday I wore a cowboy hat. Today I wore a red fireman's hat and became Miss Hannegan and Darth Vader (or, as I was more accurately dubbed: Miss Darth Vader).

It's a busy life.

Shut Your Face

Protege

I have taught her well, have I not? This is my cousin's adorable little girl... 3 years old and extremely advanced in facemaking. I love love LOVE her. And look -
she even likes big earrings.
We are definitely related.

Crying While Eating

Pamela

What she's eating:
Plain bagel with garlic hummus and cucumber

What she's crying about:
Poverty in South America

I Promised

I just got home from house sitting, it's 90 degrees out and my floor is covered with the clothing I dumped out of my suitcase to ensure I wouldn't live out of it for another week. I'm tired and very content to just lay in my bed with Stuart - basking in the joys of the world wide web. Ah sweet waste of time.

This photo post is for all those who find great amusement in seeing me when I have just woken up. The last saturday that I was home, my mom walked in to find me sound asleap, laying in bed with the phone next to my ear and my jaw dropped (not drooling, amazing). She laughed at me. I got up and on passing a mirror, realized that the sight was worth laughing at with or without the phone.

Chairs Are For Sitting

So why just browse?













First Thursday in the lovely and haugty, posh Pearl District was fantastically fun. We came accross this huge, wearhouse-y asian furniture/odds-and-ends store where we found most of our entertainment. The various art galleries and shoe stores were good, too, of course. Though the people watching wasn't up to par.













Or maybe we just didn't pay very much attention.

Bailar

Tonight in Spanish class, besides working on preterit and imperfect tenses, we shared about "una reunion de familia". I was previously unaware of this assignment. (I learned a lot really fast.) The closest thing to a recent family reunion that I could come up with was the wedding of my cousin Nate last saturday. While discussing (mostly in English) who was there, what we ate, did, etc, I came accross a very lovely and useful word: bailar (to dance). Other useful words (had I gotten any further) might have included divertido (funny), loco (crazy), espalda (back) and dolor (pain).
Dancing is my favorite way to end a wedding reception. It was a lovely wedding, a beautiful/delicious reception, and a very entertaining dance party. I now think my favorite kind of dancing to watch is funky-dancing-while-holding-small-children. My cousins and their way too cute kids invented some great moves. As, I might add, did I - that little ball of cuteness is my cousin once removed (hah - figure that out), Annette. She was too tired to move, but wanted to make sure she got her share of dancing in. We spun and jumped and dipped and swayed until cousin Allison almost fell over.
But it was so much fun.

Oh Penguin, How Could You Disappoint Me?

To satisfy my late night desire for candy/cookies/chocolate/crunchies, I put the kettle on and reach for a Penguin. My eyes quickly scan the wrapper for my joke. Unfortunately, I find a Funny Fact. These are not my favorite, but it's better than nothing, which would mean I wasn't eating a Penguin, and that would be sadder than a Funny Fact. Much to my alarm, I read "Funny Fact 4: It's impossible to lick your own..." I hope they're not going to say "elbow", because I discovered last week that this so called "fact" has been disproved. I turn up the flap to read the small, white on blue word underneath. "...elbow." I shake my head. I sigh. Because last week, in South Carolina, Miss Caroline Chick disproved this theory, as seen below.Now I know it's all a lie. If you can't trust Penguin, what can you trust?
But hey - nothing beats that gooey biscuity goodness. I plunge my slightly bit off biscuit into my chai - that beautiful union of Old World and New - and all is forgiven.