Saturday, December 26, 2009

New Digital Camera!


Crappy Artsy Amateur photos for all! Having fun playing with new camera. Hope everyone had/is having a Merry Christmas! Except Kat. Tanfastic is nothing to be merry about.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Overflow

Our tree got full early this year...

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas, Corey!



How could I not think of you?



Sunday, December 20, 2009

Hunkered Down



Since no one else is using it (architect roomies trapped in studio), I moved my lamp out to the living room. Now I can procrastinate in well-lit comfort.
Last two exams! Start tomorrow AM.

Going for the A!


MBA Results

Sunday, December 13, 2009

You Are Beautiful

Christmas lights on a fence, seen while walking the dogs in my neighborhood.
Message received.

Friday, December 11, 2009

one-step program


On Catherine Street (yes, there's one here too, a street over from mine), someone's spray painted a whole bunch of these "Colt 45" bottles, in rows on the sidewalk. They've been there as long as I've been in town and  haven't really stopped being interesting. We got our first real snow this week. Here's one of the slushy footprints from the morning after.

(I was late to class that morning)

Photo: 12/9/2009

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Holiday Email Forwards

I hate email forwards for the most part.....and have discouraged them from all but my immediate family. I still get at least 3 or 4 a week from my mother, father, sister and my sister's fiance but its better than getting them from the extended family as well. This one was awesome though:


Well, there is good news and bad news about my Christmas decorations this year Good news is that I truly out did myself this year with my Christmas decorations. The bad news is that I had to take him down after 2 days. I had more people come screaming up to my house than ever. Great stories. But two things made me take it down. First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost wrecked when they drove by. Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the 75 pound ladder almost killed herself putting it against my house and didn't realize it was fake until she climbed to the top (she was not happy). By the way, she was one of many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn't take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up my yard. Kind of feel like I gave in to the man by taking him down but my neighbor did confirm two near miss accidents on the busy street next to my house. I think I made him too real this time. So it was fun while it lasted.






Saturday, December 5, 2009

Finally

Y'all know how cheap I am, so going to try this at home Wednesday. If that fails, I'm getting the guy that does it for the 49ers to do it for me on Thursday. I'm playing UB40 everyday in the meantime..."I can see clearly now..."

Friday, December 4, 2009

Texas Snow Day


It actually happened...


Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Brunch time!




Tulips at the bar!
I'd wake up for that.

Photo taken: 11/28/09 at Zola's Cafe in downtown Ann Arbor

PS- Ann Arbor brunch is great! Come! Eat!

Texas Armageddon


The way they describe this "threat", you would think the Armageddon is approaching.
If you click on the picture I think it will make it large enough to read.





Sunday, November 29, 2009

Hello?

My new phone number and I messing with Kat.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Simpsons Awesome



In Ohio, you can host your very own life-sized Simpsons' themed birthday party at Regal Cinemas....I saw this on my way into the theater to watch 2012 on Friday.

Turkey Coma


Ah... tryptophan at its finest.


And call a train of laughing Hours...


Little did I know that the spam subject line that inspired our blog
title was actually a line from a Wordsworth poem. 
I don't know what it means but... ok!-

AGE! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,
And call a train of laughing Hours;
And bid them dance, and bid them sing;
And thou, too, mingle in the ring!

La luz


Ann Arbor street lamp. It just looked cool.

Photo taken: wee hours of 11/26/09

Can't really argue


 
Here's one of two pictures I took just for you guys this Wednesday.
"You'll never plow a field by turning it over in your mind."
Painted on the wall of Conor O'neill's, your typical Irish pub.


Photo taken: 11/25/09

Friday, November 27, 2009

Jaws

My dog Shadow (yes, like the one from Homeward Bound... I was 12!) is 13 years old and sleeps for 23 hours a day but he still jumps for one thing: meat. Notice the little one on the bottom left (my sister's dog) who realizes he is only slightly larger than the turkey leg that is about to be consumed.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Wings vs. Canucks



What half of a Redwings game looks like.

Photo taken: Joe Louis Arena, Detroit, 11/12/09

Monday, November 23, 2009

Just wanted to say hello.


A Scottish Highland Coo.
No, that's not a typo. It's the accent.

This calf wandered over to the fence and, after a moment of blowing warm air on my hand through his coo nostrils, decided it was okay to get the bridge of his nose scratched. As cows go, these are very docile--and very cute. It is sad to know that they are beef coos.
But somehow that does not deter my appetite.

Photo taken: near Stowe, VT, 11/23/2009

Dead Butterfly


This butterfly has been taunting me for months now. It somehow died right outside my room but on the window sill directly in my sight line but across the two story opening to the living room below. It mocks me with its grizzly beauty and silent judging of my life. I could use one of those extendo poles we have for dusting but I always feel like a goober using one of those. (It really is a butterfly and not a moth, the camera phone not too hot on the details from 8 feet away)

We Three Queens...

Forget gold, frankincense, and myrrh... Gimme honey roasted peanuts, chocolate pretzels, and homemade peanut butter cups...

Only at Intel

There are many a horror story from the Intel bathrooms...this is just one.

Skywalker Ranch


Found this in the guest book at Skywalker Ranch when Jeff came to visit SF.

American persimmons

Last Saturday, I went with my roommate to the farmer's market in our neighborhood. I bought a bunch of crap, including these... they're American persimmons.



They are tiny and wrinkly and smushy. I asked the guy if this is how they're supposed to be. He told me that ideally, you'd want to eat these when they have the same texture as a 100-year-old woman's breasts. I thought... what the hell... and bought a little basket. They were weird.

Photo taken: in my kitchen, 11/14/2009

Testing

just wanted to see how this works

Taken by the bus stop on Catherine & Glen back in August