it's a convoluted mess
Bob and I don’t have many pictures of the two of us together (aside from our wedding pictures). As often as I dink around with my camera, I just don’t think to take any of us. Six years ago was our first date. It feels like a lifetime ago, but at the same time, it’s gone by in a flash. Six years ago our primary concern was when we could see each other again. (EVERY… Keep reading…Six…
I’ve never had real Pad Thai. We ate at a Thai place on our trip to Denver, but I had something called drunken garlic noodles (and it was awesome). Bob had “traditional” Pad Thai and I guess I did taste it (and liked it), but I have no memory of what it actually tasted like at this point. I’ve never gone seeking for a Pad Thai recipe, but I’ve perused quite a few in all… Keep reading…Crockpot Pad Thai…
I found the theme song for Matt and Alison. I’m not entirely sure why this song struck me as their song, but I was listening to Matchbox Twenty’s North album yesterday whilst writing and when Our Song came on it caught my attention. So I backed it up and actually paid attention to the lyrics. They are rather fitting to the situation. And then I proceeded to listen to it about twenty times in a… Keep reading…Chasing fault lines…
1.) It’s November. What. The hell. 2.) The first Winter! Storm! Watch! of the season has been issued. Joy. (And by “joy” I mean “EFFFF UUUUUUUUUUU”) 3.) Took Joel in for an oil change. He needs a new battery and a new alternator. ZOMG!YAY! (And by “ZOMG!YAY!” I mean “Goddammit, Joel.”) 4.) There was some other bullet point I was going to write here, but my mind went completely blank on what it was by… Keep reading…Waiting on a cue…
This was Sunday… Joel the Obstinate and Cursed Jetta has been an ornery cuss since spring when he started having problems getting started. If he sat more than two weeks without being driven, he needed to be jumped. Then it started dwindling to less than two weeks, and finally a week after his last jump, he wouldn’t start at all. The battery is only two years old. The original lasted me eight years. Bob’s dad… Keep reading…Find the edge of the world…
I really do love the smell of fresh liner notes. Right up there with new books. — New Constellation Toad the Wet Sprocket