Month: July 2010

My arch nemesis:

When we first started dating I thought, “Snap, maybe this guy will be one of those who expects his woman to make him meals every night…I’m not so good at that!” Lucky for me the roles were actually very opposite. The man loves to cook and he is AMAZING at it. He comes up with the most incredible things with or without a recipe. So, through some odd bit of routine we’ve developed a system where he does most of the cooking and I get to to clean up. The only issues are 1.) He tends to like to use a lot of dishes while crafting his masterpieces (which I’m not complaining about one bit, just pointing out the facts). 2.) We don’t have a dishwasher. 3.) I can’t keep up…especially since doing dishes is last on my “list-o-fun.” One of my life goals is to become one of those super clean, domestic gals who has a clean kitchen all the time, but man alive is it hard to do…and we don’t even have kids yet! I will have to say I’ve been able to tackle the piles for a few nights in a row. I think a self high five is in order.

We took a “family portrait” so the C-man could send a photo of the three of us to his Granny for her 80th birthday. It was a bit spur of the moment photo shoot (i.e. I didn’t have time to shower and it had been awhile…which in my world can mean a few days) and we look a little bit cheesy but it will do for now. Granny has some of our other portraits (i.e. holiday cards) but we figured she probably had a hard time figuring out what was going on so we’d offer up a little something “normal.” Don’t we look awfully normal? (with an emphasis on the awful, ha!). A little too normal for my blood.

The other night I fell asleep around 9:30pm while watching Shutter Island with the boy and dog (I had already seen the ending so I knew what was going to happen). I fell asleep haaaaarrrrrrrrrrd. I was sleeping so I hard I dreamt that I was asleep on the couch watching Shutter Island and I kept trying to say something to Cooper over and over and over and he just couldn’t hear me. One of those late night naps where you really should have just gone to bed and when you wake up to actually get in bed it is one of the most painful things to muster the energy to do. Especially since you still have to wash your face and brush your teeth and floss. So, I sat in the tub with my eyes closed and flossed. And C-man took a picture.

We recently discovered that our dog likes to sing. We can get him going via a number of methods but here he is harmonizing with the C-man. I was even able to get him to sing to me over ichat while I was home on Colorado.

Oslo’s vocals melt my heart.

C-dawg has a special skill other than photo-taking…furniture making! While we were in Washington he took advantage of his dad’s shop and crafted us a new coffee table. The table is a huge chunk of solid maple that had massive cracks down the center which Super Duper Cooper Man filled with resin. He even did the welding. I’m impressed. Freshly home in the bay area and not even 24 hours after we set it up, Oslo managed to add his personal touch: two great big scratches. C-dawg took it like a man though.  I see a new profession in his future…

Isn’t she a beaut?

I found this “statue of wonder” on the street between the E’ville/Oakland border…lines I probably shouldn’t be crossing. I brought it home, washed it up and put it on C-dawg’s desk with a note on it that included lots of “deer” verbiage. His eyes lit up with excitement but it was only fleeting. He isn’t too into this kind of stuff.

Other moments of excitement over the past week:

– For about the 5th time we found a lost dog while walking Oslo. No tags, no nothing…but the dog was super friendly. Cooper, being a true MacGyver, whipped off his belt and used it as a leash. We walked around until two punk kids said “Is that your dog?” Um, no. The kids looked like they were on something. Poor dog. I feel so bad for all the neglected dogs in this world.

– Over the weekend my “entertainment” was to get to try three new recipes. Watermelon gazpacho, a mango slaw and pretzels. The pretzels were amazing.

– This is way old, but my little bro was in town as was my dad so I got to spend some quality time with the men of the family. C and I had a great Indian meal with the brothers followed by dog sitting my little bro’s two pugs which ended in lots of dog barf…but that is another story. I love those guys even if they barfed on me every hour. Another highlight with all the time with the men: the dinner that ended in an hour long discussion about genetically modified foods.

– A neighbor of ours had a vintage dress sale and Cooper and I majorly stocked up (for photo shoots, not so much for me). I did get some really great stuff though: a new winter coat for $5 and two awesome aprons. If I feel conceited enough I’ll have Cooper take photos of me wearing my new finds. Thrifty is the motto for 2010.

These used to be my pants:

**please note, we were playing and Oslo likes to chew through material so this was not dog abuse.

Yes, these used to be my pants. The pants I bought in high school (13 years ago). The pants I would wear to cover my little white legs before volleyball games while in high school. The pants that almost look like a skirt because the legs are super duper uber wide. The pants that were like a security blanket and were my favorite to where when I wanted extra comfort. The pants that when my significant other first saw them he thought to himself, “Whoa, this is a side to Ali I was not aware of. I’m not so sure about this.” The pants that my significant other said I should retire because they looked ridiculous on me (were so worn out they didn’t stay up, holes in spots where holes should not be, etc). The pants I did retire once as suggested by my significant other but then brought back out before walking the dog. The pants that made my significant other think even more so “Whoa. Scary. Those had been retired.” The pants than are now a dog chew toy.

Why didn’t I think of this sooner?

Bearded Lady Food Company…you and I were meant to be.

Mom, I want to be a beekeeper when I grow up.

At least I want to help Cooper’s mom and learn from her all that is involved. Cooper’s ma went out to check her hive and along the way she went step by step in explaining to me all the ins and outs of the beekeeping process.

I felt like a child soaking in the most interesting thing in the world (and actually, the life of the bee really is very very fascinating).

I have a much deeper love for all the honey she has given us through the years. Three cheers to all the beekeepers in the world. I want to be one of you. I also want to try this some day:

(photo courtesy of Neurological Correlates)