Monday, May 18, 2009
bell helmets.
kate bought a brown bike.
a raleigh.
we stopped at the bike shop.
bought helmets.
drove the bike home.
wearing our new headgear.
for safety.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
french onion soup
Ever since I became a vegetarian, there have been a few things that I know I am missing out on. Yes, bacon smells good, pepperoni pizza would be good with a beer, shrimp would complement my scampi, and my portabella mushrooms might mingle quite nicely with a piece of steak, but that is all beside the point.
Something I have been craving lately has been a soup made by the french with onions, croutons, and a little cheese action. Although normally made with beef broth, I haven't been able to indulge in such a fancy french soupie. Until now...
One this is for sure.....I will never eat chicken again, never.
Something I have been craving lately has been a soup made by the french with onions, croutons, and a little cheese action. Although normally made with beef broth, I haven't been able to indulge in such a fancy french soupie. Until now...
One this is for sure.....I will never eat chicken again, never.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Household imperfections or one of a kind interior design? (PART ONE)
Six nails in the wall inspired us to hang these random keys that the old tenants gifted to us. "Broke into the old apartment, this is where we used to live....why did you hang up all those keys? This is where we used to live. We want them back." is probably what they might sing if they ever came back for all their shit. You cannot have our keys, but you definitely can take all the rusty cleaning supplies, the box of crappy appliances, the leftover ugly paint, the mental hospital navy blue blinds, and all your germs that you left.
Random selection on the fridge or an icebox canvas of art? You decide. We all thought that Jesus had the whole world in his hands, but who knew it was really a flip flop? Check out the great photo of Jerry the dog in my parent's side yard. Rest in Peace Jer dog, he was such a good doggie. I think about him every time I am looking for frozen edamame or debating about the lemon sorbet.
My mother crocheted this yarn bag with hopes that I would use it when I spend mucho dinero at the farmer's market. Right now, it holds ugly plastic bags. Ewwww. How poop brown (opposite of green) of us. But check out the awesome canvas skeeda bag in the lower corner (only the uppermost handle is visible). The majority of the time, I do take these to the grocery stores. Buy your skeeda here: http://www.skeeda.com/
Cold, sun-less winter = dirt pots with no plant life inside. I have a few great pots that used to house basil, some random flowering thingys, and a few other green sprouts of life. Now, these pots sit under this table waiting for some life to live in their dirt pools. Until then...look at our great decorating style until the pots get filled with life: one empty wine bottle that we wanted to save, a random dirty dish towel, a dead spider plant that is barely trying to survive, and Kate's glass vase type holder thingy or whatever that is.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Ant parade
Let me take a moment to pray for all the ants that have recently been killed in our apartment. These little bulky body visitors appear out of thin air (or maybe the old wood paneling around our tub) to roam freely around our living room. Sorry ant buddies, we didn't invite you. It isn't even Spring and we are already seeing you guys planning for a summer picnic with a jello mold and watermelon slices. Yes, it was me who accidentally spilled the sugar and forgot to clean it up right away but these ants are not the sugar type. They like to watch television in the living room, skinny dip in our tub, and do a creepy diagonally strut on our walls. I would respect these ants so much more if they did in fact parade out in a single file line on their way to the kitchen searching for half an avocado or a drop of orange juice but this, my friends, is not the case. When we see these ants, it appears that they are drugged or perhaps have spent way too long inside a hole in the ground under the winter snow. Either way, these ant eyesores need to go. I know they won't get this message but I do feel awful when I have to find a random shoe or a piece of junk mail to kill them. For the love of all ants, especially the big ones who travel solo, do us all a favor and stay outside. Please don't come into our apartment anymore, there is absolutely no room for you to make this your home.
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