Prayer before the bird
It’s about 3am and in about …oh 5 hrs I’m about to make my first Thanksgiving bird.
Nervous much….
I can only hope I don’t set the place on fire.
November 27, 2008 - 3:45 AM Comment (1)
...and they lived happily ever after.
It’s about 3am and in about …oh 5 hrs I’m about to make my first Thanksgiving bird.
Nervous much….
I can only hope I don’t set the place on fire.
After writing that last post, i realized that somehwere I must have pictures so I went digging.
So, with all the hoopla surrounding the movie Twilight, I’ve only been mildly interested in seeing it. I still want to see it regardless because I’ve been engrossed in all things vampires recently (True Blood anyone?!?). I even attested to Nick that I wouldn’t want to be a vampire because the very act of never eating chocolate again (due to the whole blood diet of a vampire) would literally be the end of me. I’d ask for the stake myself.
When I found out today that the setting for the movie is Forks, WA I literally squealed. Lemme explain. We “found” Forks in our initial exploration of WA State 5 years ago when we moved here. I wanted to see the coast and in Forks there was a road that led into the Olympic rainforest on that side. It truly is a beautiful place. But the thing that endears the place to me was the lone Chinese Restaurant in town. The owner was from China but by way of Flushing, NY.
Nick has a way of getting information out of people and at first the guy wouldn’t tell us where he was from. But when he said he lived in Flushing, we both cracked up. Flushing is as far as one can get from a town of barely 3000 people but gawd damn it was some good Chinese food.
Forks itself was so beautiful that when Maggie and her boyfriend and our other friend Neene came to visit us that first year, I took them to Forks. We had rented an Xterra and Nick being the avid 4×4 person wanted to show them the mountains and trails. What we didn’t expect that on one of the most secluded trails we would find a lone man walking. Coming up to him, he said that his vehicle got stuck “back there” somewhere and his wife was in the car. He needed to get to town to get to a tow truck.
This guy was filthy and had a weird look in his eyes. Now, Maggie’s boyfriend works in US Customs and even he was like… “dude, don’t bring this guy into the car.” Nick, ever helpful, said for him to get in…he’s going to drive him into town. Maggie, Neene and I were sitting in the back, just waiting for him to pull a knife or something.
When we were close to the town, the guy said to drop him off there. He didn’t want to go into town after all, Nick asked about his wife. He said, “Don’t worry about it.” And jumped out of the truck.
And ran off.
Honestly, I don’t want to know what he was doing in the woods that far in, by himself but it was sure fun scaring my friends from the big city. Granted I was a wee bit scared too but that’s besides the point.
During the last solar eclipse, Nick attempted to take some pictures out of our bedroom window with the crappy point and shoot that I have. I cannot remember if I posted this before and too lazy right now to look.
Out of many, this was the only good one. I’ve had it as my background for a bit, if for nothing else to remind me how tiny I am in the grand scheme of things.
I have about a zillion email addresses, but there are only a handful I check faithfully. The rest I log into every once in a while.
The email address that I have with this site, I rarely use for anything professional anymore. Instead, I’ve converted to gmail. At first, I loathed it, because it wasn’t as easy (in my opinion) as Outlook or Yahoo!.
I like folder, folders are my friends. Every email address I have have the following folders, “friends”, “family”, “private”, “passwords” and “internet”… with gmail it was hard to manage folders because they have none, instead the have “labels”.
What am I getting to? Nothing really, I’m just rambling because I’ve got a lot of cleaning to do and I’m proscrastinating. Also, that gmail now has themes! Which makes it a little prettier at least.