when we were very young

Please forgive my week-long absence – I recently fell into the deep dark hole called facebook. Oh my, what have I done?

I joined facebook because I wanted to contact one specific person – an important message needed to be sent and facebook was my only option. Within twenty-four hours I had been 'friended' by twelve additional people. So, I committed. I took the plunge: I sent out requests to other friends and the snowball started rolling.

There's something very unsettling about suddenly knowing the day-to-day details about people that I have not spoken to for fifteen years. Sometimes I think it was nicer to be insulated from all of that and just read the yearly glorified synopsis in a holiday form letter. But hey, whatever. It is what it is.

In most instances it's nice to reconnect. Aaah, memories. Which sorta brings me to the photo shown above... the whole facebook thing got me thinking about my collection of childhood photos and I dug up the gem above. That's me. I'm not sure how old I am in the pic. I'm in my grandparents' back yard and my mother is hanging the laundry (see her feet?). I have nothing but good memories of that place...

the title of this post was taken from the book by A.A. Milne

random is my middle name

Hello dear friends, I have been tagged. The lovely Joy White is the person who tagged me and you should take a moment to visit her blog and check out her Etsy shop!

Most of you already know that I never follow the tagging rules. I've stopped tagging other people because they never play along. I will, however, share the obligatory list of random facts about me:

For me, nectarines = pure happiness.

I know it's old, but these days I can't stop listening to the album Nico by Blind Melon... a timeless favorite. I recently re-named one of our foster dogs at work Nico (they spelled his name wrong online). He still needs a home if you know of anyone who is looking to adopt!

I think the digital camera is the best invention EVER.

I've been thinking a lot about the new neighbors that moved in behind us because they haven't been picking up after their dog. They have been letting their lab roam free, unsupervised, and the empty lot next to our house is now a giant poo circus. I'm thinking a large gift-wrapped box of poop bags is in order.

My absolute favorite shop in Portland is called NOUN. I wish I could live there. That might not fly with the owner, so I'll try to avoid bringing my sleeping bag next time I visit.

The public works department is, at this very moment, replacing the 'sharp turn' road sign that is posted in front of our house. I can't wait to see what the new sign says! It had better read "Slow The F#%& Down". No, I'm not bitter.

A dirty vodka martini with extra olives would turn me into a very happy camper right now.

want but don't need

(photo: crateandbarrel.com)

weekend scribble

...the ever-present challenge of thorough (successful? meaningful? intelligible?) communication – otherwise known as "what the hell are you talking about?"

can't stop thinking about...

... how I should have bought the album Orange by Jon Spencer Blues Explosion back in 1994 when it was friggin' available. Can't buy it on iTunes. I could order a used copy through Amazon but I have a hard time trusting that any of the used copies are in decent shape.

bottle cap conundrum

If you're concerned about the monumental amount of plastics that end up in landfills, oceans, or inside the stomachs of birds and gulls, you might find this little radio snippet interesting: click here to listen

Unfortunately, I'm still looking for a local recycler that will take the plastic bottle caps that I've been collecting. I'd like to come up with some sort of creative reuse project for them, but I haven't yet. Any ideas?

my forever crush

My current crush – my forever crush: the no-longer-available Ipanema Clutch from Hayden-Harnett. Ah, love. If you ever see one on ebay, let me know! (image: haydenharnett.com)

polarized

I miss my friends. I miss talking about food all day long and having coffee cravings in unison.