Monday, July 23, 2007
Insert pickle joke here (or) my weekend: a photographic journey
I made pickles this weekend.
Seventeen jars, to be exact.
I plan on making more next weekend.
I am a woman obsessed.
I will perfect the pickle. Perfect pickles.
Extra dilly, extra crunchy. I can't even understand the idea of "sweet" pickles. Ick.
A few jars of jalapeño pickles too.
At the grocery store on Friday, I spotted these.
They were positioned at kid-level, in case you were interested.
59-cent candy cigarettes.
I didn't think you could buy these anymore, so of course I bought a pack, just to be cool.
I'm going back today to see if they have any more- I'll buy whatever is left. Who knows when I'll find them again??
Me, pretending to need a light.
They look disturbingly real, and I look disturbingly moronic trying to like I actually know how to smoke.
I spent 20 minutes posing with fake cigarettes.
I need a life.
Me, channeling my inner bad girl. We'll call her "Vivian".
Vivian seems to have some sort of tic.
Vivian also appears to be chewing on her bubble-gum scented tobacco stick.
Vivian is obviously confused.
She ate the damn thing.
That Vivian, she ain't so bright, it seems.
F.Y.I.- Most definitely NOT kid-friendly "grape" flavor.
Nothing special here, just some crazy looking melon from the farmer's market. It smelled amazing- my car still smells like melon.
It was delicious.
I love you, freaky melon.
And finally, me trying to simultaneously re-create and photograph my potential audition moves for "Dancing with the stars"
This is some sort of interpretive-dance/me channeling my inner Dorothy Hamill arabesque sort of move.
I'm totally going to win.
Not pictured: frothy blender cocktails- most notably the one we made in an attempt to make room in the liquor cabinet by using up bits of booze left in bottles. Turns out our light rum/dark rum/tequila/strawberry/blueberry margarita was mmm-mmm good.
Also not pictured: Bison hot dogs and sweet corn for dinner last night. Man, those bison make a good dog.
Also also not pictured: The giant bag of kettle corn (also from farmer's market) that is pretty much gone now. Not pictured out of shame. Hateful, evil kettle corn.