Thursday, August 20, 2009

reincarnate me as a dog please...

some photos of the dog's playing at the local "not too shabby" dog playground or in Kiwiana "WOOF RUF RUF" which means dog park...
alibi enjoying the day with his new mates. He has now officially caught bigger waves than me.


happy birthday to you and thanks darling for creating the world's most hideous invite ever. what i wouldn't give to be teleported to beaulahland to sip on just one ice cold beer and squeeze you.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

wonderful world of socks

inside these drawers are 5 years of memories. I wear my socks on the outside, kind of like a heart. I love my socks. The knee-high striped ones i bought from the Eugene street fair my freshman year of University. I've re-sewn the heels multiple times. Cheap green and blue socks I bought as a comfort gift in New Zealand after I was robbed. Sexy black socks with a rivet of white shooting up my calf... you make me feel good, and I thank you. Warm wool socks, made in Maine and with love. I really appreciate each and every pair of socks, I know I shouldn't be so attached to my material items, but sometimes I thinks its equally important to love and value the things you have. Not need as much, but love the ones your with. i.e. socks and t-shirts.

Saturday, August 15, 2009


someone please tell me whether you think this is graphic or the real, breathing, life thing... its so gorgeous.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

god's funny...

... of course the church elected to be named after the glorious street.

Monday, August 10, 2009

25 years of life


There are sheep in New Zealand who live better lifestyles than some of the world's wealthiest... they roam around hills that jet directly out of the blue new zealand sea. If they get bored or want a change of scenery, they are free to wander down to the white sand beaches and listen to the waves calmly crash. Occasionally a team of well trained dogs come along and direct them to a greener pasture for them to feed upon for the next few weeks. The luckiest of them will produce wool or offspring, the most unfortunate won't live past the age of two and will probably be some lucky persons delicious dinner. But in regards to animal welfare these timid creatures have it good.

John had the privilege to participate in a work study at a ranch right outside of Wellington. He wandered the hills on foot and tore across the country side on 3-wheelers, hand-fed cows, sheered and immunized thousands of sheep and played with dogs. One sunny afternoon I had the fortunate opportunity to tag along. I couldn't stop asking myself "why am I not learning how to be a rancher???!!!"

"Thanks for the grass, I love you." "I love you too cow."