Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Here they are at long last! Beth's birthday party!



So last weekend was packed with many exciting things, but this night, surely, was my favorite. I took as many photos this night as I do on vacation! Shame on me. But Kayla was letting me borrow her camera, which I covet.

Beth hosted the most fabulous birthday party for us all, complete with beautiful hair flowers, yummy food, and a fully stocked bar, equipped with a personal bartender! I very much enjoyed getting to spend some time with hilarious, beautiful Beth (who is my secret blog stalker!), as well as many of my other dear lady friends.


Happy birthday!


Birthday Beth! Happy Birthday!


lovelies


Excellent bartender Jeremiah, pourin' with a heavy hand


Stephanie


Capturing conversations with Beth!


Wha?


"And I was like, what the F..?!


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Kayla


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This is the kind of church ladies party I like.


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It appears as though she's done this before


"The misguided HOTness of Mrs. Kleiner"


What's up, gangsta? Ya, me and the pastors wife, livin the thug life


Church ladies! Gettin' wasted!


I'm seeing a little bit of Maddy in this one (not the drinking, of course..)


Ok ok, I know she's going to hate this one. But there is something about it that I totally love. And it's my blog, dammit.


Me!


Cheri


oh ya, Mr. Bartender himself. Watch out.


..The beautiful, fantastic kayla!


If you don't know her name by now..


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The one we do not speak of..


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This is what we call 'having a few drinks'


You girls know the story here. Enough said.


Jen. Famous Jen. That's right, you've heard about her, you've read about her; you've seen the blog. Yes, this is her. Yes, I probably even have her autograph (maybe on a covenant renewal). ("ooh, do I get to be on your blog?" Yes, I will make you famous now)


She's a mother. She can see EVERYTHING. She's watching you all the time. Or, she's undergoing and exorcism. you be the judge.


Jen on acid? Whatever it is, she's having a really good time.


Jen, after taking acid, then see's angels. But isn't really too phased. Man, this was a really wild party.


yay!


Lovely Beth


Lovely Alecia


Beautiful Heather (man, this is beginning to sound like a pin-up girl calendar)


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Me, featuring me (about to kill you)


Jen


Opening gifts (and showin' some la la leg!)


Beth


always blurry, but so lovely


We informed Kayla that her photo will indeed be posted on my blog


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Goodnight! Party closers!


Film Noir moi

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Hurray for friends that are cooler than!

So, maybe this is a little too soon to report on another one of my exciting fantasies that only last a week or so, but I'm gonna do it anyway.

Wish I had a link to his sight. But my fantastic DJ friend Kimnang is giving me lessons in the art of mixing. That's right, 2 turntables. Yep, me. I'm so excited. It's a bit more complex than I thought, or at least there are a lot of things to think about and do all at once. Including a bit of math, which is a less than desirable side effect of learning to mix when you can't even count to 10 without using your fingers.

But, I'm giving it a try! I had a lot of fun with my first "lesson". We'll see how long this interest sticks around. I have some visions of grandeur of the things I'd like to do, like picking up a bunch of old country and mariachi records and sampling them up. We'll see. At least if nothing else, I had a of fun playing loud music.

I'm irrational, not snobby


So it occurred to me while re-reading my last post that I may have come across something like...

"Nobody in America is concerned with health and humanity issues! Except me! And I'm smarter than you and more concerned with the world, you idiots!"

But when I said "I'm more of a freak about it than most" I meant to put the most emphasis on "freak".

Here is a very slightly exaggerated example of what I mean.

Me presenting my water delivery service findings to my budgeting analysis coworker:

"Well, we could get that corporately regulated regular water crap delivered for 44$ per month. OR, we could get this super awesome spectrum cooler that utilizes moisture in the air to turn it into water, while using UV light and all kinds of other things to purify while maintaining some sort of mineral something or another blah blah blah!"

"Well, why would we do that? What's wrong with regular delivery?" says coworker.

"oh my gosh, EVERYTHING! The universe is all wrong! Think of all the bacteria growing in the cooler month after month causing little children to die! The water man doesn't care if it gets cleaned out! They probably just dump bleach in there once a year, poisoning us all! Think of what the plastic bottles are made of! They're made of pure corporate lust and greed! All those chemicals used in the production process, using up precious materials, using unsafe plastics that emit gases into our ozone! Holy hell, don't you understand!? Were all gonna die unless we get the other cooler! Think of the e. coli just waiting to grab you by the throat the next time you reach for that cool cup of death! Baby killer!"

"uhhhhh, but the spectrum cooler is $1 million dollars per month. Regular is $44. And, I'm pretty sure they'll clean out the cooler once in a while if we asked them." says logic minded coworker.

"Well, you might as well just drop the next A-bomb! You and your cheap death water and corporate morals can go back to Walmart where you came from!"

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Clean Water

So, strangely enough, I have a lot of tendencies toward being a health nerd. I'm am pretty concerned about food, organic stuff, fair trade, corporations, clean water, etc. I hate fast food stuff, hate processed foods and drinks, and am kind of a freak about recycling (ps--concerned does not always mean I follow these standards very well) I'm not really sure how I got to this point, but more and more I am realizing I am wayyy more of a freak about it than most people. Somewhere during my conservative right wing Christian upbringing, I became a liberal hippy.

When people hear that, many immediately think I like killing babies with coat hangers (is that insensitive to say?) untrue. But by liberal I suppose I just mean that I don't like killing people in wars, I do believe God made the earth, and I do believe he commands us to be good stewards of it. And me hating people poisoning other people's food and water sources to make a buck is probably far more biblical than liberal anyway.

Really, this whole topic calls for a much longer discussional post than I've time for. But suffice to say, I am really concerned about the things mentioned above, and do think that 95% of America has been, by some brilliant marketing, duped into thinking that those things are stupid, untrue, and who cares anyway? Anyway, back to the short and sweet point (maybe I'll expand later on this furious topic of mine), here is a great article my tree hugging self (dude, I used to have dreads you know) ran across while looking for a clean water delivery service for the church because I'm sick of drinking lead (especially since I have a friend who contracted Lupis from metals in the drinking water). I've seen a number of documentaries on this subject, notably one about the war for clean water in Bolivia.

Anyhow, here is an interesting story.



Water wars: Bottling up the world's supply of H2O
By Joshua Ortega
Special to The Times
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Clean, unpolluted, affordable water. There is nothing more important in the world — but it's in serious danger.
From health and environmental concerns to the very question of who should control the Earth's water supply, the issue can be distilled into a simple, opening proposition: tap, or bottled water?


As Americans, we are all fortunate enough to live in a country where clean, drinkable tap water is a reality, making bottled water a "luxury" rather than a necessity.

However, there is a perception among many people that bottled water is somehow more healthy or pure than water from their tap. This is simply an illusion of marketing.

A four-year study by the National Resources Defense Council (NRDC), released in 1999, found that one-fifth of the sampled bottled waters contained known neurotoxins and carcinogens such as styrene, toluene and xylene. Another NRDC study found that, out of 103 brands of bottled water, one-third contained traces of arsenic and E. coli. This means that out of a sample of 1,000 bottles sold in the U.S., at least 300 would have some level of chemical contamination.

But how can bottled water be contaminated and still be sold in the U.S.? The answer is simple.
Bottled water is one of the world's least-regulated industries, and is usually held to less-stringent standards than tap water. Since tap water is a public resource, extensive documentation on its quality and content must be made available to the consumer. There is no such accountability for bottled water, which is regulated more like a soft drink than a public resource.

Bottled water gives the pre-packaged impression of safety — if it's in a bottle, it must be safe and clean. Unfortunately, this is not always the case, as evidenced by the worldwide recall of Perrier in the early 1990s, in which the bottled water was found to have benzene, a poison that has produced cancer in lab animals.
When you factor in the devastating environmental costs associated with bottling a public, natural resource, the difference between bottled and tap becomes even clearer.

The most common plastic used in water bottle manufacturing is PET (polyethylene terephthalate), an environmentally unfriendly substance that actually requires 17.5 kilograms of water to produce only 1 kilogram of PET. In fact, more water is used to make PET bottles than is actually put into them.

The production of the plastic also produces numerous byproducts that are extremely harmful to the environment. The Container Recycling Institute reported that 14 billion water bottles were sold in the U.S. in 2002, yet only 10 percent of these bottles were recycled — 90 percent ended up in the trash. That's an extra 12.6 billion plastic bottles for the landfills; bottles that contained water that was no more — and often less — healthy than tap water.

Granted, there are many places in the world where bottled water is the only source of drinkable water, and thus it becomes much more than a luxury item. However, bottled water is ultimately a Band-Aid solution. Rather than actually solving the problem — making public water clean, affordable and environmentally friendly — the citizens of these countries are forced to pay exorbitant prices for water that comes in an environmentally unfriendly delivery system.

Whether in America or less-developed countries, the evidence is as clear as the plastic it's sold in — bottled water, compared to good tap water, is not worth the costs, whether they be environmental, health-related or economic.

But bottled water is not the only danger to clean, affordable tap water — it is simply one part of a much larger issue.

Fortune magazine has touted water as the "best investment sector for the century." The European Bank for Reconstruction and Development has said that "water is the last infrastructure frontier for private investors." The Toronto Globe & Mail has stated that "water is fast becoming a globalized corporate industry." This news should send shivers down the spine of any concerned American.

Currently, the privatized water market is led by two French multinational corporations, Suez Lyonnaise des Eaux (builders of the Suez Canal) and Veolia Environnement, though many other multinationals are also now in the market, including American companies such as General Electric and Bechtel.

In the United States, recent laws have paved the way for a larger private-sector presence in America's water supply. Whereas small or local public-sector operators, such as city or county utility companies, used to control the market, now the big players of world business are getting involved.

For example, Veolia (formerly owned by Vivendi) bought U.S. Filter Corporation for $6 billion, and it also owns a large portion of Air and Water Technologies. Suez once purchased two of the largest producers of water-treatment chemicals, Calgon and Nalco, and also owns United Water Resources. So much fuss was made about France's opposition to the war in Iraq, yet there was little or no public outcry over the selling of U.S. water companies to foreign interests.

Many people will argue that the privatization of water will not affect U.S. consumers, but the facts unfortunately say otherwise. When the French privatized their water services, customer rates went up 150 percent within a few years. In Britain, water corporations have had a terrible track record. In an eight-year period, from 1989 to 1997, four large corporations, including Wessex (a former subsidiary of Enron), were prosecuted 128 times for various infractions.

One of the main problems with water privatization is that the public no longer has the right to access information or data about water quality and standards. In 1998, the water supply of Sydney, Australia, currently controlled by Suez, was contaminated with cryptosordium and giardia, yet the public had not been informed when the parasites were first discovered.

When the government of Ontario, Canada, deregulated its water-protection infrastructure and privatized water-testing labs, the results were disastrous for many communities. In the small Canadian town of Walkerton, seven people died and more than 200 were sickened from drinking E. coli-contaminated water in 2000.

The situation is even worse in Third World nations, where large financial institutions such as the IMF (International Monetary Fund) and the World Bank are actively promoting water privatization as a solution to the world's water problems. In many instances, the privatization of a nation's water supply is a requirement for debt relief or a loan. Out of 40 IMF loans that were granted in 2000, at least 12 were contingent upon water privatization.

The danger here is that when anything is privatized, it is then subject to pricing as decided by the open market. Many have argued that water is a basic human right, and if this is the case, as with all human rights, it should never be sold on the open market to the highest bidder. Otherwise, water will be subject to the same whims of business as any other commodity.

An energy crisis was bad enough — just imagine if the Enron scenario happened with water. In the words of a former director of Suez, "We are here to make money. Sooner or later the company that invests recoups its investment, which means the customer has to pay for it." These are not the people you want to be in control of your water.

Water corporations exist to make profits — not to preserve water's quality or affordability. Let's say they own all of the world's water, and then start selling it back to you in little plastic bottles. When the prices and the environmental costs of bottled water get too high, you may find yourself going to war over your water.
"The wars of the next century will be about water."

This is a quote from Ismail Serageldin, former vice president of the World Bank, in 1999. This is the same World Bank that encourages the privatization of the world's water supply. The same World Bank whose members have financial ties to multinational corporations such as General Electric and Enron.

These same multinational corporations also have stakes in the biggest industry of them all — defense and warfare. Indeed, it is a strange day when the same corporation that makes bombs and missiles also owns your water, an "industry" that putatively will be the major focus of this century's wars.

Some may argue that these companies are an essential part of national defense, and thus are protecting national interests by the strategic acquisition of the world's major water supplies. However, once a company owns a water supply, it could be in its best financial interest to make the water scarce and hard to afford. Creating a problem, then marketing a solution, is a very profitable business practice — not to mention the additional profits to be gained from defending the supply in a war.

History is rife with conflicts over one party or another's control of a limited resource.

Most people will agree that the driving economic force behind today's wars is oil. A war over water would be a hundred times worse. Oil is vastly different. No one puts a gun to your head and forces you to drive. No one makes you fill your tank. Gas and oil are ultimately luxuries. Water, however, is a necessity. Taking away your water is the same thing as putting a gun to your head. This is an unacceptable proposition.

If there is one cause in the whole world that crosses all social, national, racial and economic lines, it's water. This is the most important issue we will face in our lifetime.

Thankfully, there are solutions to the problem. The simplest way to start making a difference is to choose tap water over bottled. If the taste of your local water is unappealing, buy a filter for your tap, or invest the money you would spend on bottled water into public infrastructure or watershed protection. Nothing speaks louder than where you spend your dollar. Bottled water will only be produced if there is a demand for it.
If you want to do more than that, then tell your representatives that you will not accept the selling of American water to foreign, multinational or corporate interests. Support public-sector projects and programs that encourage and create long-term, sustainable water solutions. Get involved with groups such as The Blue Planet Project (
www.blueplanetproject.net), which is actively finding ways to solve the world's looming water crisis.

And above all else, remember that it's not too late. Clean, affordable water is still a reality in this country. It is our patriotic duty as Americans to ensure that it stays that way.

Monday, June 19, 2006

You're all dying for it


So, I'm sure you church ladies are getting pretty excited to see those pics of your drunk asses smoking and falling over into the pool. But, ha, I've got to get caught up with my photo journal in chronological order, you know. So just keep hanging on, hoping and praying you're reputations aren't ruined when these get published to the website....

Ladies, it's called blackmail.

Kayla takes me to Tango!


.She hates the pictures I take of her. So I only publish the ones in which you can barely see her. Which she probably hates.

We both cheated on Mr. South Beach with the delactable "Diablo." Come on, with those 2 against each other, the devil wins every time.

El Diablo is the 8th top dessert in the nation, and has been on the Food Network. And we ate it all. mmm.


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My cousins graduate!!


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D and Elaina do Seattle!


So these are from my fun fun lassst weekend, that I never posted. My roommate and I decided we needed a drink. So we headed out. Because I didn't want to go to the Mountain Goats show anymore. So these are our pictures! Sometimes people ask me if I photoshop stuff to get all the crazy colors. For the record, I don't. I'm way too lazy for that.


My roomie Elaina


This guy was over there making fun of us for splashing around in our beach pics. So I said "hey tough guy, if you're so clever, come over here and think of a better pose" And this is what I got. Pretty much priceless. me and Biff go to Hawaii.


driving. I tried to write an "E" with my camera, for Elaina, but this is what i got. kind of E shaped?


yayyy elainaaa


marilyn manson?


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bartender


whoa, that's awfully naughty to put up here. except, i have fruit in my mouth. fruit dipped in formaldehyde, I learned, and that's just not hot.


we tried to steal liquor. but after elaina got shocked and died, I decided to just go home.


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me on the left. Thank goodness im not tap dancing in tights, sketchers, and toilet paper like that other chic


grls bathroom


Elaina


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And a few more from Eureka, care of Gigi



I don't think I'm actually supposed to make these public...but..how can you not?
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Saturday, June 17, 2006

Does this look kind of familiar? Or...creepy?

Watch my speed! (quote: charlie bucket's grandpa joe)

So, both of my two crappy cars are busted again (what's new). So my dad is loaning me his gracefully aging celica with some crazy turbo engine that makes it (at least back in its day) mostly able to go quite fast and accelerate well (at least better than my girl "lil' smoky" as I like to call her).

Problem is, there is no speedometer. As i have finally gone 2 years without a speeding ticket (i used to collect them), I have a great need, for insurance purposes, to maintain and surpass this record. But in a fast car without a speedometer, I am counting down the days on my left hand until I'm sure Ill have a ticket.

It is sort of freeing, really. Just drive however fast or slow that you please. But, it also increase road rage (I didn't know that was possible with the state of my current explosive disorder). I find myself tailgating and getting really angry with people in the fast lane when they're not going the speed I think we should be going. But I have realized that it is quite possible that I could be desiring to go 90 or so.

But really, regardless, get out of the freaking fast lane. In Oregon they follow the law! It is a law you know. If you're going ridiculously slow, move to the right. I don't think they have ever heard of that here. If I can't shift out of third gear, you should be getting out of my way. And people have never heard of merging, either, and, and...

This road rage moment has been brought to you by too much cheesecake from the cheesecake factory at too late of an hour.

Friday, June 16, 2006

It's not a compliment when:

It's not really a compliment when people say to me:

"Oh I love your hair!"

"oh, thanks!!" says flattered me.

"Oh, I could nevvvvver pull off something like that! You're so brave!"

or

"I love you're hair! You're lucky, my husband would think I was crazy if I tried to do something like that! But sooo cute, really..."


hm, ya, thanks. Not really sure how to take that. But what seems stranger to me is that these people genuinely seem to think they're pulling it off as a compliment.

"Hey, freak! You're nuts! You should join a circus! Because you're sooooo cute! No, really!"

Geez, it's just a few pink streaks. Haven't you people ever seen mtv, or ventured downtown before? Damn suburbia.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Yay for new friends!

Yay for new friends!

Last Thursday I was invited to a graduation party for Rachel. We have hung out a few times, but I am finally getting a chance to know her, as we were recently brought together partially by shared unfortunate circumstances. Though those things are difficult, it has been a great blessing making a new friend. She is such an amazing woman!

Recently I have been blessed by so many great friends. Sometimes when you are going through something difficult, you begin to see who your real friends are. I've always thought of that cliche in a negative way, until recently. Sometimes you realize you truly are surrounded by so many real friends, and amazing people. Thanks to all of my lovely friends and family who have been so supportive of me during this time!


This party was just what I needed. I had a great time meeting some very cool people, and gorging myself on desserts. As the night wore on I think it manifested itself into a full fledged dance party. They even managed to drag me away from my camera and into the circle. Strange days indeed.


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classically rachel--she stands this way a lot, so I'm glad I captured it!


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Rachel and her secret "latte"--its hard when you're about to graduate and you're thowing a party


it looks like puffy little clouds on the ceiling


out of the cave of light


rachel getting down


This pretty much totally looks like we had a super beer bonging frat party, but I assure you it is far too difficult to really grind to Bob Marley songs--though I'm sure Bob is not out of the question for beer bongs.


dance party, yay


dancing ladies


This guy was pretty much rock and roll--wearing a suit with a cumber bun no less. He is rocking with the fire of the gods, i think.


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Taking pictures while driving during the rain late at night after a party--who wouldn't think that was a good idea?


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raspberries

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Blogger down, mayday.

So, I would have attempted to buffer my suicidal post with something a little happier, but the little blogger network was down for a while. Not much time to post all my photos from this weekend (and there are a few!), so I thought I'd just add something a little extra that I just found. If this picture doesn't just make you want to live life to its fullest, I don't know what will.

Off to my cousins' homeschool graduation. yes, those do exist.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Don't forget

To check below the swing dance pictures for new pics from Matt's 27th that I never posted before.

Sometimes, you post too late at night..

Sometimes things happen, and you don't know what to do.



Sometimes I feel like the girl in Pulp Fiction. One night, she goes out and has this fantastic night of the closest thing to crazy love and romance for her. A mixture of men and Cocaine, she almost thinks it's real. And then she overdoses on Cocaine. She seizures around and basically dies. In order to live, she has to be stabbed in the heart with an enormous and ominous hypodermic needle full of adrenaline. As the man drives the needle into her heart, she immediately gasps for air and jerks upright back to life.

I wonder if she is still high at this point. I wonder what she feels. I wonder how a shot of adrenaline to the heart must feel.


And then she sort of slumps back over, eyes glazed, sweat staying on her forehead, and the guy drives her home in her sort of comatose state.

Sometimes these thing happen.



Sometimes you need a needle of adrenaline stabbed into your heart. And you walk around in a state of anesthetization. And you feel like you're under water; weightless, and dead to the temporal, terrene world. Except when you look down, you see the needle protruding from your heart still. And maybe there is a cloud of blood around it too, making ribbons of amorphous red in the water surrounding you. And you remember that your stab wound hurts. But you leave the needle in, because, in a sedated coma, maybe you feel better. And you don't really want to find out otherwise, so you leave it in. You're awake now, and yes, I found out, you're still high. And you cling to that through weary eyes of truth and reality that's fast setting in, rushing at you in the black like blood to the head after being upside down for a long time.

A little breaks through sometimes. You feel it come at you and take hold of your body. Your muscles tense, your teeth grind, and you make hard fists as your eyes open wide; they're suddenly covered in a thin, wet, mucous, blurring everything into a hazy glow around you, and you hear it pounding in your ears. You set for it to hit you hard, maybe in the stomach--you're waiting to see if the needle of sedation finally breaks free from your chest. You dry heave like the dam will break and you'll finally feel it.

And then it doesn't. You stay on the slow i.v. drip, stay on the cocaine traces. The rushing blood eventually travels back through your veins into it's regular circuit around your body, slow and soft, going quietly about keeping you alive. And you sort of slump back into position, eyes a little less bright than before, and you wait. And life goes on around you. Everyone is coming and going, and your alarm clock is still going off every morning. And people are bustling past you. And you wait for the great hope to come.




Sometimes these things happen.



Almost the last of the Eureka photos (the rest are stuck in my camera)


Mav

almost last of the Eureka photos


Yay, me and PAul Bunyon at the Trees of Mystery in Northern Cal. This is by far the best roadside attraction I've ever seen.


Matt and Babe the Big Blue Ox (something tells me HE might not actually be a "Babe", but he certainly is BIG and BLUE).


I kept trying to think of a really good...or not so good, quote for this...but decided the picture basically speaks for iteself.


Matt and Paul Bunyan. This dude actually waves his arms, blinks, and talks. Which we found out during a bathroom break on the way home, after a good 3 days of just thinking he had a lazy eye. ANd he has a really hairy chest. Paul, not Matt.


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Caveman in Grants Pass...?


Elk


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LAST SWING DANCE


These pictures are from the last swing dance we hosted at church. 150 people. And a lot of pictures of matt and I not dancing (uh, were too cool for that).


Missy and matt


AUnt D, Unkle k, Chanatello


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Me mum


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SO, were in the long lost effort to get a good picture of ourselves. We figure we take better than most, so bear with the long succession of disasters....


Lauren


yay my cousins Brian and Steve-o--I remember when I used to dress Brian up in little girls clothes and make him knock on people's doors saying he was homeless. ANd he totally went along with it.


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Mariah, Matt, and Nate


too many


Uncle K layin' it down


CHarin and Missy


My brother and friends


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Beth


The swing dance


My baby brother, Conner


Future cafe site!!


DJ

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

mATT'S 27TH, BELATED BDAY PHOTOS


These were pictures I never posted from Matt's 27th bday

matt's 27th birthday


So, these 2 pictures pretty much take my new first place for favorite photos ever. In the next few pics, you'll notice that Matt and AAron pretty much are the 2 most photogenic dudes in the world.


Look at that big screen vid action


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sassy kate


Dinner (or murder?) at Tutta Bella


Matt and Matt, haircutting twins (this was right before I set their stove on fire)


Steph


Eline wasted again


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video game 7 player challange--2 big screens, all networking all the time--Halo here we are


Matt and dave juggling--who the hell knew?

Friday, June 02, 2006

This is our trip to Eureka California



So, sorry everyone that has bloglines and had 100 or so posts show up! Its the easier way for me to post stuff. Also, these pics are also for Joe and Gigi to view, so the rest of you have to deal with everything. I was trying ot put them in chronological order, but they got a little mixed up. Also, lucky for you, it wouldn't except anymore posts today--so you have like 30 to look forward to tomorrow!!! I miss being on vacation.

And much Thanks to our excellent hosts Joe and Gigi and for all the wonderful food they stuffed us with!

And dang, that's about the cheapest gas I've seen anywhere! We have a love affair with Pilot truck stops, so we thought we'd pose with it. They have all kinds of great things, like ovens for your car that plug into the lighter.


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Gigi loves Philly!


There is no hope of ever getting out of Washington soon


Oh, sweet Washington


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Lay off, we don't have very many pictures of ourselves!


Victory!


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.Giant Elk on the side of the road as we drove down!


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I'm sleeping!


eureka!


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Hahaha, Jim Gaffigan is soooo funny


Who's married to who here?


. We hung out in a cafe for a while, downloading comedy. We can't find any around here, so we have to download it.

We tour Arcata; the Hippy Haven! No fast food places in existance!


No punks, trying to hug anyone


Man shoppin'


The big O and Gigig


Records


If you're gonna live in a hippy town, the best way to safegaurd yourself is with signs like these.


Damn hippies


Oh, beautful Samoa


In the Eureka square

WE go to the beach called Samoa. It's weird.


I didn't actually tell them to stand EXACTLy the same


Leotard rock joe


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What the..


I'm as tall as he is now


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Joe throwing rocks at a baby seal


Huuck


oops


The last know of its kind is located on the northern Califonian coast. It has 4 legs, and no hands


Matt Deer,


yay us, cute at the beach. looks like matt is wearing an eye patch


Joe practicing his studies, tapin up Steve. Matt looks on in pure awe


And here we are, sitting round the coffee table after the show


Joe and...Nate and Dallas


Gigi and Nate's (normally found haunting around 300 grams) baby


Gigi and her brother Steve


Oh ya, there they are, the groupies


yep, were watching him sing just like the youth group groupies in the back


The infamous "Somewhere North"--better know in 300 grams as "kind of like an omelette"


Were you ever wondering where the sidewalk ends? Well, I found it


Just a quick little trip to the grocery store for some hot pockets and some...what? Liquor you say? In the grocery store? Only in Cali


This is plastic? THis is heavy


yum

We play Whiffle ball


Shoes are always untied--this is like a peter pan shadow thing...


Long baseball stretch or pitcher showing off?


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Whiffle ball touney

We go to the Avenue of the giants--we see the giant Redwood trees!


aww?


Matt is so hardcore he can crush rocks with his bare hands


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Hey, it's giant tree. I saw people do this in sesame street once when I was a kid--so I made them do the same thing


Matt and Joe


Well, someone had to set the camera timer


Trees


what is that on your shoulder, and how did it get there?


and wide


Matt is tall, but he ain't taller than..


Matt and Joe!


6 month pregnant Gigi


Matt's bed....yes, that's a baseball bat he slept with. Should be noted: wiffle bat


joe

We go to the Victoian town of Ferndale!


poppies


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baby


grave


Cemetary


whoaaa


Are these Goombas?


Me in little Victorian Ferndale


giant I will eat you


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Is Matt taller than the door, or cooler than the door?


This is the end by this camera. It ran out of batteries. On the best worst day of my life. We walked all around Ferndale. WE held hands. We went down to this beach, and cracked rocks open to find the minerals inside. We played with out tape recorder. We watched all the kinetic races. We drove down rodes and finally found the absolute most beautiflul place I've ever been to. We came up out of a forest of trees, which broke out onto beautiful rolling plains that ended at the sea. We drove to a high bluff, with a perfect spot to take a nap; tall grass and wild flowers. Breezes from the sea came up and hit the cliff and brought all the hot air spilling up over the top of the bluff. So You could stand there in this hot wind, blowing the smell of flowers into your clothes. The view was great. If ever I were to ever in the world get a marriage proposal, this is where I'd want it to be. The end. Until I get the next roll processed.

A note on the next post

However, if you would like to see an example of a line I definitely would not cross, check out brother Matt's Arockalypse (300 grams link).

I-bet-you-had-no-idea fact of the day

So, generally I do love rolling around in a lot of good indie music, and have for quite sometime. I mean hey, I've been listening to KEXP waaaaay before you, since I was like 13, when it was KCMU, and dan savage was hosting a creepy show on there (extra-hipster-I'm-cooler-than-you claim to fame fact).

But sometimes, when I'm feeling a little down, and I need a big brake from some songs that remind me of too many things, I move on to my next huge secret love. Ok, here it goes; I'm secretly a huge metalcore fan. What the hell is metal core? Think stuff like Botch, or Ministry (ok, maybe some of that gets a little industrial--which I will definitely never admit to listening to).

I'm pretty sure there are only like 2 people in the world that know this about me. And the rest, upon finding out, will probably be shocked and disgusted. But I have this secret collection of this crap music, that every once in a while, I like to bust out and turn up and drive really fast too. It always makes me want to smoke a cigarette and take a shot of whiskey (well, maybe not while I'm driving--I'm not that hardcore).

My lovely roomie let me borrow her souped up Honda (she accidentally bought it that way) this weekend, as my car pretty much no longer goes forward (though reverse works fantastically). It was great--I drove around really fast all day in this crazy rice-rocket thing with a huge spoiler--windows down playing Ministry really loud. It must have been quite the unfortunate sight. Maybe I should have picked up some Destiny's Child instead.