How did I miss this little gem of a song???
Monday, 21 March 2011
But first: Friends are awesome. Mostly because they'll visit me here in the middle of nowhere and hold ukulele jams and go to the largest national llama/alpaca show in the coldest horse center ever.
Do you know about mini llamas? Yeah. They exist. Just like mini donkeys (best invention ever!) There was literally a mini llama named "Ukulele" at the llama show. Dreams do come true.
Finally, what you've been waiting for (for probably your whole life): Surfing Llama (actually alpaca!). We live in a good and wonderful world, my friends.
Do you know about mini llamas? Yeah. They exist. Just like mini donkeys (best invention ever!) There was literally a mini llama named "Ukulele" at the llama show. Dreams do come true.
Finally, what you've been waiting for (for probably your whole life): Surfing Llama (actually alpaca!). We live in a good and wonderful world, my friends.
Friday, 11 February 2011
If you've never lived in a small town before, you're definitely missing out. After 4.5 months of small town living, I've narrowed down my observations to the following list:
Top 5 Reasons to Live in a Small Town
5. The cashier at the dollar store knows your name (and you know hers--hi, Lori!)
4. The florist's marquee says things like: "Pam! Come in and pick up your roses!"
3. Because the nearest civilization (raise the roof for Staunton!) is an hour away, you spend a lot of time making bread or sewing--unironically.
2. Your commute is three minutes, walking.
1. You receive a hearty and quaint welcome every time you return.
Jealous?
Top 5 Reasons to Live in a Small Town
5. The cashier at the dollar store knows your name (and you know hers--hi, Lori!)
4. The florist's marquee says things like: "Pam! Come in and pick up your roses!"
3. Because the nearest civilization (raise the roof for Staunton!) is an hour away, you spend a lot of time making bread or sewing--unironically.
2. Your commute is three minutes, walking.
1. You receive a hearty and quaint welcome every time you return.
Jealous?
Saturday, 27 November 2010
One of the perks of teaching at a small university is that everyone knows each other. So when the usual professor couldn't take a group of students on the Thanksgiving trip around colonial Virginia, the lovely travel study coordinator turned to us, the new-sans-children-newlywed professors: "Want to ditch your original Thanksgiving plans and host a ragtag group of misfits for a free trip to Williamsburg?" she said (in so many words). And that's how we found ourselves surrounded by turkeys and skinned hogs.
So how does one have a Very Colonial Thanksgiving you ask?
1: Watch a gorgeous sunset at Berkeley Plantation
2: Get locked in the stocks for an hour
3: Catch your turkey dinner
4: Gorge at an intense Thanksgiving dinner (note the eagle crest in the background)...
(Intense meaning that there was a butt load of ice sculptures and white-hat chefs)
Butcher a hog
Direct a military wearing a tri-cornered hat
Shatter the enemy's morale at Yorktown
Be adorable at Jamestown
Pretty easy, eh?
I know I've been absent on this blog for months so here's some things to look forward to: An adventure at the Cabbage Patch Kids hospital! Florida! Mothman Festival! And etc.
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Sunday, 20 June 2010
We got a car full of folks together to see the sights and sounds of Omaha. Turns out much of the nation's college baseball fans felt the same way (thanks, NCAA World Series for the awesome traffic/parking/tailgaters!)
On the agenda: temple, zoo, then dining with raccoons. Yes, dining with raccoons. Come, watch the magic unfold:
Here is Stan, i.e. Kristan, my old roomie. She's the bomb dot com.
The Omaha Zoo is pretty off the chain. It has won loads of awards for things like its desert enclosure--and its amazingly well preserved cave paintings!
Pumba is much more hirsute in real life.
This kookaburra was not loving his glass cage. He flew into the window several times in an attempt to break free. Here, you can also see Warren's creepy special friend: Doppleganger.
Check out this bird's body/foot ratio. Totally unnatural.
This dude is pretty much my hero.
In the butterfly enclosure, Judy's six inch Waterfall of Imagination left much to the imagination.
The jungle dome had some super great spy moments. Stan, Cole, and large tropical bird on the jungle path--where they just let animals roam free!
Rope bridges = still a good idea
Family portrait with the lions, obvi.
Biggest regret of dropping of Girl Scouts: no shark tunnel sleepover.
Biggest grad school achievement: shaking hands with a fake octopus.
Biggest grad school fail: trying to perch a top a small giraffe statue. Sometimes dreams just don't come true.
Unfortunately, this was the only raccoon that dined with us. Afterwards, the feral cats moved in. They were pretty mangy.
Here is the treehouse in all its glory. Notice the bones piling up around it. Disgusting.
So, friends, Omaha is pretty freaky. But also awesome. 
On the agenda: temple, zoo, then dining with raccoons. Yes, dining with raccoons. Come, watch the magic unfold:
Here is Stan, i.e. Kristan, my old roomie. She's the bomb dot com.
The Omaha Zoo is pretty off the chain. It has won loads of awards for things like its desert enclosure--and its amazingly well preserved cave paintings!
Pumba is much more hirsute in real life.
This kookaburra was not loving his glass cage. He flew into the window several times in an attempt to break free. Here, you can also see Warren's creepy special friend: Doppleganger.
Check out this bird's body/foot ratio. Totally unnatural.
This dude is pretty much my hero.
In the butterfly enclosure, Judy's six inch Waterfall of Imagination left much to the imagination.
The jungle dome had some super great spy moments. Stan, Cole, and large tropical bird on the jungle path--where they just let animals roam free!
Rope bridges = still a good idea
Family portrait with the lions, obvi.
Biggest regret of dropping of Girl Scouts: no shark tunnel sleepover.
Biggest grad school achievement: shaking hands with a fake octopus.
Biggest grad school fail: trying to perch a top a small giraffe statue. Sometimes dreams just don't come true.
On to Dining With Raccoons. A girl told me about this restaurant two years ago and it was almost as difficult to believe her as it was to actually witness it. But, true story, the Alpine Inn serves its trash to raccoons. And you can watch them eat while you eat a massive spread of fried chicken. It's just about as foul as you can imagine. But also, in the weirdest way, pretty freaking cool.
I call this image "Raccoon Boy."
Unfortunately, this was the only raccoon that dined with us. Afterwards, the feral cats moved in. They were pretty mangy.
So, friends, Omaha is pretty freaky. But also awesome. 
Fin.
Saturday, 5 June 2010
Thank you so, very much for all your love and support!
Very special thanks to Mrs. Megan Ruth Stay--our fabulous and gifted photographer/all around wicked cool woman! To see more of her work, click here! My sister posted a few more images on her delightful blog, The Meanest Mom.
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