Sunday Brunch

I personally consider Blair Waldorf to be our age's greatest philospher, sage, and all-around badass.

Therefore, every Sunday I will post a Blair quote, some proverbial food for thought, to guide your day.

Quote #1

"It's so hard finding obedient minions"

There is much wisdom in this. Remember Blair's knowledge of human relationships the next time you consider inviting a new girl to wear one of your headbands. You never know if she'll wear it in your name.

I Want

Someone please buy me these. I can't stop thinking about them. I'm obsessed.

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Countdown

26 days until K and I meet up with L, M and CC in NYC

BRING IT ON

Audio Flashback

Mia madre called this morning (waking me from my slumbers) to tell me exciting news: in cleaning out my bookshelf, she came across a mixed tape--not CD, mind you--from the summer of 1998. She read me every song and artist, and the tape is a veritable Whos Who of the 90s.

CoOl SoNgZ SuMmEr 1998 (approximation of my 6th grade handwriting)

1. Crush--Jennifer Paige
2. The Boy is Mine--Brandy & Monica
3. You're Still the One--Shania Twain
4. Cruel Summer--Ace of Base
5. How do I Live?--LeAnn Rimes
6. Nice and Slow--Usher
7. Love You Down--Inoj
8. One Week--Barenaked Ladies
9. My All--Mariah Carey
10. I Don't Want to Miss a Thing--Aerosmith
11. Daydreamin--Tatyana Ali
12. Sex and Candy--Marcy Playground
13. Ghetto Superstar--Pras
14. Tubthumpin--Chumbawumba
15. I Want You Back--*Nsync
16. When the Lights Go Out--Five
17. Truly Madly Deeply--Savage Garden
18. This Kiss--Faith Hill
19. Quit Playin Games--Backstreet Boys
20. I'll Be--Edwin McCain
21. Foolish Games--Jewell
22. Gettin Jiggy Wit It--Will Smith

Does anyone else remember listening to all these songs the summer of '98 in the backyard with a fugly boombox? I think I had my Nickelodeon ghettoblaster tuned to Z100 24 hours a day that summer. If forced, I could sing every single one of these songs (maybe most of them are on my iTunes). Don't use this knowledge against me if I am drunk at a karaoke bar. Please.

Yes, it's true, I honestly owned this gem of a music-player. My coolness started early in life.

The Man, The Myth, The Legend

Rick Steves episodes are on Hulu: http://www.hulu.com/rick-steves-europe

Sending Off a Team Lara Player

ML

Mt. Rainier geology 101 field trip

2006

This weekend we said goodbye (for now) to our dear pal ML, who is leaving us for SF and Central America. Exciting for her, sad for us. We sent her off in baller style as a way of re-introducing her back to her native California. ML, we will miss you: stay classy, stay safe, and we'll see you soon. LOVES!

Reverse Missed Connections

Reverse Missed Connection:

Blonde dude who walks up Olive every morning at 10am.

You often wear flannel and stare in my window.

I'm in my PJs and reading Perez Hilton in bed.

Quit staring in my fucking window!

Guess what? I'm not doing anything interesting!

Shows over.

Stop staring!

Creep.

Happy as a Clam

I was at the fam's beach house all last week. All of my mom's extended family lives down there, and has for generations, so when we're there, we get lots of visitors and lots of weird offers, such as you can only get on the coast. "Do you want some of our left-over Salmon?" (obvi) or "Have you ever wanted to tour the canning factory?" (no) or "Would you like some of our live bait?" (ew). However, from time to time, in months not containing an "R", I am asked if I want to go butter clamming. My great-uncle is one of the only non-commercial owners of Willapa Bay property, meaning that we get to harvest all types of world-famous, top-price clams for free. Now who says "no" to that?!

How does one hunt the wily clam?

You put on rubber boots and a rain slicker, trudge out 1000 feet into the bay at low tide, brave the muck of the bay floor, and bend down for 15 minutes. You dig into the muck with a trowel, hit something hard, dig it out with your fingers and wash off the dirt in the water, and see if it's a clam or a piece of gravel. Usually it's a clam. Then you toss it into a bucket. Repeat 75 times. And that's how you clam hunt. They are the Deadliest Catch, for certain. Then you get to double-boil them and eat them with lemon-butter. NOM NOM NOM.