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.

these two just sit around all day talking to each other...

 the caribou antlers live at my place now...

jordan described my dad's garage as the best man-cave he'd ever seen. my dad has no idea what a man-cave is.

hoping your thanksgiving is a story-worthy one too!

all these photos are courtesy of my new iphone, luna lovegood, and the amazing app afterglow.

l is for the way...

it's labor day. there's a rule about white pants related to this day, but as it turns out i'm not super into the rules. you know? today, labor day meant that i only had to work a half day. mini days sure are great. although, when i woke up, my out of town guest was still here, and when i got home he was en route back to long beach... so here's the deal team: i'm in a long distance relationship.

yes.

on the same weekend that i had a brown ledge reunion (which is just plain old good ju-ju), i met this guy. he's in my life now. and here's the deal. we had to have a come-to-jesus talk about this blog. was i going to be the kind of blogger that never mentioned her significant other? hell no. so, maybe the kind that had some sort of code-name for him? eh, maybe. nah, y'all, his name is jordan. he's remarkable. and he lives in long beach. minor detail.

jake darling invited me to the park that weekend to sit around. i went thinking it would be just us. so i did not put on my cutest outfit. i had not brushed my hair in a day or three. i was a teensy bit hanged-over and i still had only half a voice. when i walked up and saw a pile of people, jake made fun of me for sounding like a river-rat. the first words of actual substance out of my mouth were fuck you. oh, hi. jordan is it? nice to meet you. pardon my everything.

turns out jordan didn't so much care. i am convinced he's quite delusional. he not only found me attractive, but actually mentioned to our mutual friends that he thought i was very cool. and that it was very cool to meet me. (he says cool a lot. i think it's cool).

i was fairly convinced that i'd never see him again, and wasn't super excited about that. but, darling jarrett got on the old facebook and told us to get it together already and be friends. being the free-thinking, independent-spirited adult i am, i followed his instructions diligently and friend requested this bearded new yorker.

long to short. facebook messages turned into emails, emails turned into phone calls. and phone calls have turned into a handful or so of dollars worth of round trip airplane tickets, a killer mixtape, a wedding in healdsburg (not ours), countless endless conversations (some easier than others), a lot of laughing until our bellies hurt, a few new friends, some tears, a meeting with tony guest and big red and a whole lot of love. that's right. l.o.v.e.

the parallels in our lives are uncanny. we've gotten to a point that when our stories don't have some kind of bizarre parallel with some far-off memory from the corner of our brains, we think that's the weird part.

so, we're giving it a go. send us your good energy would you? i love you. oh! and. i'm 30 now.

tv dialogue...

oooooooohhhhh, i'm with big red right now. here's the best part about my new job... they have sent me to la for a new training, but asked me to stay at home to save money. i mean if i have to, i'll stay with big red... what what?! it's almost like being on vacation!

so, here's what's happening right now... and you need to know:

big red is in our (my old, now her office/yoga/sewing) room ironing. only, if you're big red, you say urnin'... cause that's how the bruinettes say it. long beach, i love you.

every now and then she pauses from the urnin' to file a nail. but, only one-ish at a time... reasonable.

here are the commercials that we watched and she loves so much she buckled over laughing:

one of the happy cows come from california commercials. hysterical.

a target commercial where brightly colored acrobats come out of a hot air balloon... she acted it out!

oh, and then the one where steven spielberg tells us that if we are not directly related to a military service person, someone we know and love is. her response? mmmhhhhmmmmm, i know dat's right....

every now and then she hiccups.

and then files another nail.

y'all she is my hero. if i am half of who she is when i'm 60, i'll be plenty pleased with my life.

oh, and the girl's got on gold hoop earrings (also pronounced urns, shit gets confusing around here).

ok, parting words... did i tell you we (the bruinettes) be havin' our banquet at the mormon church??? pardonnez, moi?! all normal conversations whilst watching ncis... love her. love you.


bye.