mother/father's daughter: salmon day...

attention! i know you've all been patiently awaiting an update on my zooey deschanel bangs. oy. you see, i don't really look like zooey deschanel. at all. so, now i've got really thick bangs that i'm sweeping to the side so that you can tell i still have a face underneath all of this hair... seriously, i'm forever going to be an evolution of hair-dos...

in other important news, i'm back in southern california, at the guest family homestead for thanksgiving. last year we did prime rib. this year the star of the show is a big, whole salmon. head and all. that whole sucker makes it onto the bbq with dad's special marinade (from the time he and some pals were in canada, ran out of food except for soy sauce and the salmon they caught (with their hands - according to the tale - but that's kind of like walking up hill in the snow both ways to school, you know?), and managed to make a pretty fantastic sauce for the fish made from found ingredients).

of course, the marinade story turned into an evening of tales-from-the-bush (not that bush, get your mind out of the gutter). my dad has taken many a huntin' trips in british columbia canada, endearingly referred to as, the bush. in our house at one point or another, we have had the taxidermied busts of an elk, a caribou, various breeds of ram, sheep, goat and antelope as well as one full grizzly bear rug. we're real fancy-like here in long beach. jordan seemed pretty enthralled, so all-in-all, i'd call the evening a success.