Monday, February 28, 2011

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Friday, February 25, 2011

365/56


state attorney general john kroger is a riveting speaker. my mom knows all the cool kids.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

365/55

playing in the snow



Wednesday, February 23, 2011

365/54

darn those mini people leaving their mini shopping carts about

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

365/53a, 53b, 53c.

my american hero


pfc joseph wilhelm, my joe


deluxe accommodations



what is starbucks?


perspective anyone?

Monday, February 21, 2011

365/52


it's what's for dinner?

365/51

shakedown


"may i have one strawberry milkshake?" equals this, at mcdonald's. they will chase you out into the parking lot to give you yet another shake, and a tea. it was epic.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

365/50


chaos> order> best french toast in oregon.

Friday, February 18, 2011

365/49


my dreaded republican. mwah!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

365/48


unusual suspects

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

365/46


finally. now i just need one of those giant key tattoos on my arm.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Sunday, February 13, 2011

365/44

quinn and israel keeping tabs on jon sharkey and his pasty flab.



"i'm pretty sure he'd be running on the independent ticket mom, ha ha ha!"

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Thursday, February 10, 2011

365/41


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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

365/40

raise your hand if you're not reading this blog.


...even if you only read it on a hunch to "annoy" yourself. who needs to fuck off?

365/39

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

365/38


the skeletons in reilly's closet sure have lovely bones. ♥

Friday, February 4, 2011

365/35

There you are Jughead.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

365/34


the postman never rings once

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

february made me shiver, no cards to deliver



I sifted through forty years worth of family photographs in December to make my mom a schmancy calendar, featuring her grandchildren, siblings, and her beloved mother, whom we lost much too soon. The template I used enabled me to print everyone's birth dates, which was uber helpful. But in doing so, I was reminded that I have a lot of cotton pickin' birthdays, and there are more than one every month of the year. Except February. January kicks my ass with seven birthdays. I love celebrating them, don't get me wrong. In fact, I think it's my zealous, festive, persnickety passion that wears me down just a little. And the cake wreaks its own hazards. Harsh.

So February is a much-appreciated break from dashing to the post office, finding time for calls, wrapping, and just the fucking awkwardness that is gift-giving altogether in some situations. I have until March 9th to get the next card out, but how long does mail take to get to Afghanistan? Then twins, then, then, then.

While most people are trying to out-etsy each other for Valentines Day, I've got that covered with plenty of time before the frenzy starts. I would picture myself in a hammock somewhere, but I infamously cannot get out of them.

Of course I will forget all this halcyon of February when Hurricane October hits with eight birthdays on the 11th, and the rest of the month bursting at the seams too. But I have a strong sentimental attachment to extending birthday wishes. I hate the idea that people are too old to get cards, calls, and surprises. I love telling people that I'm glad they were born. But this month I'm setting my calendar to snooze.

365/32

there's a new sheriff in town.


and by town i mean brand new bathroom. oh yeah.