Had this awesome idea when I came home today from work. Came out way better than expected. Probably my favorite so far.
Archive for August, 2009
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27/365
Today was the Hot Sauce festival. It was AWESOME. Shaun and I go through something like 2-3 jars of salsa a week so we were stoked to find out that we were able to do some salsa testing today.
Only thing is, after coming out of the “Red Salsa” tasting line, the previous salsa started its slow burn and there was no water in sight. Coupled with it being damn near 100 degrees outside, you get a facial expression as is captured above.
This is the “omg my mouth is on fire and so is my skin”. I really wasn’t sure if I was sweating from the good eats or the temperature, but I sure as hell knew my eyes were watering from the previous awesome party in my mouth that had occurred.
26/265
I celebrated two people on Saturday night – Devin and Justin – and consequently both of them asked me if I was including them in my 365 days project lol.
So cheers to both of you – and both of you made it into my project.
@Devin: For your gallery exhibition. So freaking awesome to see your success blooming.
@Justin for starting a new chapter in your life. We all know how hard it is to leave Amy’s Ice Creams.
25/365
I donated blood at work on Friday. Didn’t really go as planned (which nothing ever does). This time I wasn’t sent back for running hot (which I always do) so I was a bit excited that I was able to help someone out (trying to ignore my hideous fear of needles).
Apparently I have small veins – that don’t give blood well. And I clocked the second longest draw this woman had seen without clotting at 20 minutes. And this was 20 minutes of her moving the needle inside my arm trying to find a good spot that I swear did not exist. I got home and was absolutely exhausted.
Oh, and all the while I was being teased by the other nurses for having copious amounts of tattoos and not being able to stand the sight of a needle in my arm.
So this generally has been a good year. I donated my hair, gave blood, and signed up to be both an organ donor and a marrow donor. ![]()
23/365
Just tired after a long week. Looking forward to the weekend when I will have time to do more creative pictures.
Bloggity 2009-08-27
Sometimes I wish I was a runaway balloon drifting in the wind, desperately trying to reach the heights to see the world.

23/365
At the moments the computers in the room are internetless – I have decided that our wireless router blows (we just bought it) and keeps knocking us off the internet (but keeping us on the network).
So I’m going to be a day behind on these for a bit until we get that figured out. We have internet on one computer and Mandi and Brent are asleep by the time we get home from work.
22/365
Some old salt and pepper shakers I have (Shaun’s mom got them for me
) – Willie and Millie. This set is from the 1950s and I love it dearly. I have a sick obsession with penguins.
Bloggity 2009-08-25
Tools down. Woo. Caught up on both Farmville AND Farm Town. WTF am I supposed to do know except stare longingly out the window at the rain falling down. Little do most of my coworkers know that I would rather be dancing outside in the rain than sitting at a cubicle watching my life pass by.
Still going through my post-travel blues. Its just when I come home I realize where my life is and how there are a million other things to experience in the world other than working day in and day out. Why can’t we be more like Europe where everyone has like 20 hour work weeks and are still able to live, work, travel, and have insurance?
People are dying to get into the United States and many more are trying to get out. Whoever says that getting an education will further you in life needs to be shot. Sure, that is how it was at one point – maybe in the 70s and 80s, but when most people of my generation have gone to school, the market is oversaturated and peon jobs need to be filled. Viola – a blue collar class that is college educated and has college loans coming out the wazoo.
I’m goin’ back to school. Not for something I want to do – why, because in reality, to experience the “American Dream” one needs to have a freakin’ PHD in something good and work your life away at a job that you hate and people commit suicide over. GG.
And that is my rant for today. I can’t wait to go on my next backpacking trip. D:
21/365
Suffering from post-travel depression. I always get weird when I get home.












