you were merely
you
and i was merely
i
and the meager mereness
of our
nearness
billowing,
we.
you
and
me.
March 31, 2009
bah humbug?? nahhh… December 18, 2008
though i am in danger of sounding borderline scrooge-ie, i must admit, I HATE THE SNOW. this girl is in no way shape or form, dreaming of a white Christmas.
snow= snowed in=bored=scared to drive=can’t drive to yakima=sucks!=cabin fever=too much computer=lame, lame, lame.
wow does it feel good to get that one out… don’t get me wrong, the stuff is nice to look at. its calming even… when you wake in the morning, groggy, still half asleep, disheveled hair and all, stumbling down the stairs, to watch it gently and without a sound, float to the earth, covering everything in a soft blanket of white. but it gets old. real fast. like as soon as you realize it’s not going to stop anytime soon and it’s going to make the roads undriveable, fast.
after two days of being snowed in, which included two attempts to drive out, (unsuccessful-obviusly) with much tire squeeling and sliding backwards, and one very eventful cold, and almost tearful trek through the storm to attempt to buy chains with no successs, we were rescued by my superhero roommate and her superhero fiance who bought chains for me. as soon as superhero roomate’s fiance meticulsouly (ha) put my chains on, jenni and i tore out of portland… okay that’s a bit of an exaggeration, “tore out” looked more like slowly and carefully making our way up the two mile hill, where 7 mph and 20 minutes later we made it to the freeway where we experienced FREEDOM!! freedom from the white stuff. it was a great feeling to not see those annoying little flakes whirl around, looking so innocent. we knew better.
currently, i am sitting in a sweet coffee shop in good old Tacoma, cringing with each snow flake, and hoping and praying that they will keep melting when they hit the pavement. thank you jesus for thermometers that read 37º! take that wannabe horrible snowy snow!!
ho ho ho…
good morning snow! you are so innocent and pretty when i am in a half asleep confused state.
merry christmas December 11, 2008
in light of the advent conspiracy…
in light of the true meaning of christmas…
in light of the fact that ignorance is not bliss,
and knowledge gives you the
ability to make a difference…
take a look at my friend jody’s pictures.
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6577230
jody recently went on a trip to nigeria, and he’s using his amazing photography-skills to help raise funds to build wells in some of the villages he visited. i can’t think of a better way to spend some of your money this season.
turkey pictures. May 24, 2008
here is a taste of turkey…no pun intended. hee heee… to see more pictures, click on the link below, hopefully it works!
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=52805&l=1545c&id=722095864
shabaan, summer, tea and me. May 4, 2008
so there we were, summer and me, sitting in shabban’s store in the old city…
when you go into shabaan’s store, he always offers some of that amazing arabic tea, so you can sit and chat it up about annoying cheap tourists, random objects he is selling, the deliciousness of the tea you are sipping, and the like…
anyways, so there we sat, piping hot tea in hand, when i…
(clumsy i am…and i am sure i have established this before, but in case you forgot- rachel = clumsy…)
…somehow, manage to spill hot…. but wait, not starbucks-you-can’t-sue-me-cause-it’s-not-hot-enough-to-actually-burn-you-hot; but HOT, HOT, like I’m-in-a-foreign-country-in-a-market-7,000 miles-away-from-american-lawsuits-hot
tea on my leg.
as it soaks into my jeans while scalding my leg, i continue to sit there and make what alex likes to refer to as my ‘hamster squeal’ which sounds something like;
“eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” (high pictch-ed-nessly)
this is how shabaan decides to rescue my burning leg;
he camly approaches me, and like a person trying to extinguish a flame, he pours water over my jeans…. like three minutes after the fact, after the squealing had ceased, after my leg was actually burning.
today, in israel, in the old city, in the market, in shabaan’s shop, my leg was extinguished.
I love it here- i laugh constantly.
xx
