I’ve started a new series: The Dogs of Portland.
Just fyi. Because I know how much you love dogs, Internet.
(PS — I’m going to get business cards printed, and hand them out when I take photos of dogs. So if you see your crazy dog here, leave a note in comments. thankyouverymuch.)
Did you ever think about going over and looking at my Flickr pictures? That aren’t even mine they’re my husband’s? (Some of them are mine. Just not all of them.)
“Did you ever hear of the Napoleonic code, Stella? Now just let me enlighten you on a point or two. Now, we got here in the state of Louisiana what’s known as the Napoleonic code. You see, now according to that, what belongs to the wife belongs to the husband also, and vice versa. It looks to me like you’ve been swindled, baby.” — Stanley Kowalski, “A Streetcar Named Desire.” (more…)
Starting this weekend, I’ll be a weekly contributor over at Grasshopper New Media.
Yow!
So if you haven’t roamed around the site, take a look at their contributors and what they’ve got going.
Happy Thursday, y’all.
WM
Thirteen, how I love you.
I love these hot summer nights, too. Especially:
13) Cool, crisp, clean sheets on the bed after a
12) Cool shower
11) Ice cream in the yard
10) Watering the vegetable garden and hanging flower baskets last thing at night so I don’t have to water first thing in the morning
9) Smelling the night-blooming jasmine that has taken over my fence
8) Watching my kids splash in their wading pool
7) Writing in my journal in the yard
6) Croquet!
5) Badminton!
4) Hanging the laundry out on the line and it’s dry by the morning
3) Getting the kids to bed and staying up late, drinking gin and tonics and playing cards with my husband (Pounce! aka Nerts!)
2) Listening to all the night noises — crazy howling cats, neighbors out for midnight walks, all of the sounds that are missing or muffled during the winter
1) Crickets
(Edited Thursday morning to say: How cool is that — I have Meatloaf ringtones on Google ads over there! Go click my ads, I (heart) Google money. I was singing “Hot Summer Night” in the shower last night, after writing this post. Heh heh. Thank you for all the comments — you guys are the best readers ever.)
I was trying to 1) run a book over to my friend’s house. My friend who lives five blocks from me, 2) drop off videos at Hollywood Video, because apparently Netflix and the library and its awesome DVD three-week check-out are not enough for us, we need Hollywood, too and, 3) get my daughter to her swimming class.
Then I saw 1) two cop cars blocking the intersection where I needed to turn and 2) another cop car, who let me through and 3) a SWAT team set up three blocks from my house and 4) another SWAT team? aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I hate this shit! Let me out of my neighborhood! (more…)
I was at sushi with the kids, after swimming. There’s a sushi place on the way home from the pool. We’re in Portland, Ore. There’s a sushi place on the way home from anywhere. I’m having what I usually have — shrimps, rice, cucumber salad, green tea. Wacky Girl’s having what she usually has: a nice big bowl of RICE. Wacky Boy’s having what he usually has: water. And he’s complaining about the lack of eclairs and cream puffs. He did agree to try a bite of inari and a bite of ginger.
“Ewww! Hot!”
I’m thinking of the last time my husband and I debated the following topic: Iowa — strengths and weaknesses.
me: “Will there be sushi in Iowa City? Because I eat sushi, like, four times a week.”
him: “Jesus, of course there’s sushi in Iowa! You think that stuff you’re eating is fresh? It’s all frozen.”
me: “No it’s not.”
him: “Yes it is.”
me: “No it’s not but what are you?”
him: “argggggggggggh…”
In walks Chris Cornell. Just kidding! He just looked like the Audioslave Soundgarden guy, this man. Which is to say, you know, cute. He sits at the counter, orders some soup. In Spanish, cuz half the cooks are Hispanic. Then he’s telling them jokes, in Spanish, and they’re cracking up, and I’m thinking, “I barely speak English.” Then they must have gotten his order wrong, because they’re taking back a plate and saying, “Lo siento,” (I’m sorry — I know that much in Spanish. Har.)
And he’s all (in English), “No, bro, it’s okay.” Then the manager comes out, and dude starts speaking Japanese to him. And telling him jokes, too, cuz they were both laughing. Then they hand him another plate, and dude says, “Oh, yeah, mama. That’s the motherlode.” (In English, cuz you know I don’t speak Japanese, either.)
heh heh heh heh heh
Still working with my Granny on her memoirs. Hoo-boy! It’s more exciting than a trip on the MAX train. (I only wish I was kidding.) You need a recipe from her, don’t you? It’s a little enigmatic, just like my dear Gran, but I think you will be able to decipher it.
Bon appetit!
WM
PINEAPPLE UPSIDE-DOWN CAKE
* Cake mix: Yellow, Supermoist Duncan Hines
* 1 big can + 1 little can pineapple (instead of using water to make the cake, use juice from the can)
* Make brown sugar/butter: Melt ½ cube butter, add brown sugar to butter, keep adding it as long as it can handle it.
* Bake in two 8 x 8 pans, greased (no flour)
* Sugar/butter, then pineapples, then cherries (fit them between the pineapple rings), then cake mix.
Everyone on the MAX train smells, my friend, except for me and thee. (That’s what my grandpa would say — “Everyone is a bit odd, except me and thee.”) It always smells like pee and B.O. on the MAX train and the bus and it is “nasty.”
Also, I’ve only had two good experiences on the bus. No, three. One time, I saw a sign at the bus stop that said: (more…)
Do you ever wonder what it would be like, dangling from a thin cable way up high, swaying in the wind, praying you don’t crash to a sudden death?
Me neither.
My kids and husband wanted to know, though, and today they took a ride on the Portland Aerial Tram. I stayed home and read a book. It was a boring book, I’ll spare you the details. Then I washed dishes, did some laundry, worked out, stretched into some yoga poses and meditated until they all three tromped back home. That’s all the excitement I need.
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