I don’t have any idea what this is other than it’s something about my blog that Jason created.

Pretty polka dots.

Went to Austin for the wedding, had fun. See:

The rest of the pictures from the weekend are here.

The trip home was interesting. We arrived at the airport 4,596 hours early (actually it was about 3 hours early but it felt like 4,596) because Jason got our flight times confused. After spending the day at the airport I was very ready to get home, but God didn’t have that in his plans for me. He did seem to have it in his plan that our flight from Austin should leave late, we should almost miss our connecting flight in Dallas, and our luggage should disappear for awhile (it missed our flight and was delivered to our apartment at 12:13 am. 12:13 am! No really, American Airlines I wasn’t tired from flying all day and I totally didn’t want to just come home and go to bed. No, I wanted to stay up and wait for you idiots to deliver my crap.)

Today I was supposed to go shopping for work clothes, but instead I was asked to come into work. So I had my first day back with MOD. In khaki pants and flats. Sigh. Maybe I can make a better impression tomorrow.

And finally, tonight Jason started back on the South Beach Diet. Which means I’ve started on it as well, you know, for support. The worst part about this is while in Austin I bought a bunch of fancy chocolate bars that I’ve been waiting patiently to enjoy in the peace and quiet of my own home. And now the South Beach Diet has stolen that chance from me! There will be no rest for Jason until I can enjoy those chocolate bars.

It’s okay to feel sorry for him, I would if I weren’t me.

I got a job, I got a job!

I received word when we arrived in Austin that I am now the campaign coordinator for March of Dimes in Silicon Valley. This means not only was I rehired by MOD but I was given a promotion! Sweet!

I know I neglected to mention I had a job interview and stuff on here, but it seemed like bad luck. Plus what if my potential boss googled me, and found my blog? She’d see me bragging about how I had a job interview and that might make her think I’m cocky and then she might not want to hire me. Yeah, it wouldn’t be the nake male butts that would have turned her off of me, it would have totally been my bragging.

So a new job means, wait for it, wait for it, shopping for new work clothes! And not just clothes but the kind of clothes I love, office appropriate attire. High heels, skirts, and other girly things! eppp!!! I can’t contain myself!!! Thank god the new 2 story Banana Republic is about to open in the mall by my apartment. Perfect timing.

I’ll be leaving in a few hours for the land of big cars, high temperatures, messy BBQ, and republicans. In other words I’m heading back to Texas for the weekend. Specifically, I’m going to Austin for Jeff and Aim’s wedding on Sunday. Stayed tuned for pictures from the festivities.

Tonight’s the big season finale of Lost and I’ve got some catching up to do with past episodes. I’m a little apprehensive about this episode since ABC has been promoting it as the episode to answer all of our questions. Okay, well maybe not all, but at least a lot of our questions. But this all has a eerily familiar vibe, kinda like last season when ABC swore we would find out what’s in the hatch during the finale, and all we got was a shot of darkness. Thanks ABC; it’s all crystal clear now. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that this season’s finale clears up a bit more than that.

Other than getting excited about the Lost season finale, not much has been going on around our tiny apartment. We saw Over the Hedge last night. It was funny and worth seeing. Definitely better than that other movie that opened this weekend.

And I’ve saved the best for last, the most exciting tidbit of our daily lives. Yesterday I washed the blanket that Lily burrows into while sleeping on the couch. I scooped it off the couch, without shaking it out, and threw it in the machine. When I pulled it out of the washer the next day it smelled foul. Way, way, way worse than when it went in. It seems that Lily left her dried bull penis in the blanket and they were washed together. While Lily was excited about the newly scented blanket, I was less than thrilled. Moral of the story: dried bull penis does not make a good fabric softener.

Today was Bay to Breakers. Jason and I completed the 12K (7.64 miles) in 2 hours and 15 minutes. Not bad, but not great either. I wanted to run the last four miles of the race but by then Jason was having some issues and couldn’t run. Maybe next year I’ll leave him behind and end up with a better finishing time.

We learned that there are lots of odd traditions associated with Bay to Breakers including a giant tortilla fight at the starting line. People bring bags of them and just start tossing them over the crowds. My plan is to next year bring cheese and refried beans to throw as accessories for the tortillas.
If you look closely at that picture you’ll see a few tortillas flying overhead.

Another tradition: Salmon! Okay, people dressed like salmon, running from the finish line to the start (you know, upstream) all the while yelling “SPAWN!” and handing out high fives.

And let’s not forget the oddest of all traditions: Bare to Breakers! This tradition is not for the faint of heart. It involves some people you would happily pay to stay dressed taking off all their clothes and running the whole race naked. Nude. Au natural. My favorite naked guy was the one that had his race numbers pinned to his chest using his nipple rings. Sweet!

After we got home from the race, Jason declared he was exhausted and collapsed on the couch with Lily for a while. I wonder how sore he’s going to be tomorrow

There are more pictures from the race including costumes, floats, and naked men posted here

Lauren’s birthday was Wednesday and to celebrate we decided to boil lobsters as if they were crawfish. The thought process was: Lobster= crawfish on steroids. Crawfish on steroids= flavor x 1,000,000= delicious. How could we possibly be wrong with those calculations?!?

The first thing we didn’t consider was that Jason wasn’t going to be around and we would have to handle live, angry lobsters. After trying to pick them up with tongs and failing at it, Lauren suited up in what she felt was appropriate Lobster protective gear:

We managed to get them into their pots, but just barely. This guy wasn’t going to die without a fight:

When we were done boiling them we set them up for a romantic photo op complete with roses. Look it’s true love, they’re holding claws.

Getting the meat out was hard work. It took a meat mallet, hammer, and brute force to just break through the shells or exo-skeletons or whatever the correct word is. At one point lobster juice was flying everywhere, like a bad Gallagher show. I’m pretty sure this is why they give you bibs in fancy restaurants.

In the end, I hate to admit it, but the lobster was a bit of a let down. They are way more work then crawfish to peel and they didn’t absorb any of the crab boil flavor. Plus I think we boiled them too long and the meat was a little rubbery. But the biggest disappoint is that since lobsters are huge and mean you can’t race them like you can with crawfish before you cook them.

There are a few more pictures from our boiling adventure posted here if you’re interested.

Monday night I made Angel Food Cake and it was one of the best things I have baked yet.

Here’s the batter, which consists of about 8 or 9 egg whites and a butt load of sugar:

It was light and sweet. Good enough to eat like a mousse, you know except for that raw egg white part.

Here’s the cake coming out of the oven:

It fluffed up so nicely. It did fall some as it started cooling but not so much that I didn’t want to eat it.

And here it is all plated up and ready to be consumed:

Stop licking your computer screen.

I topped the cake with strawberries that were soaked in sugar and a skosh of water overnight and a dab of french vanilla cool whip. Damn it was good. Really, really good. hmmm, maybe I’ll go eat more right now.

Not sleeping on the couch even though your partner had such ragingly bad gas last night that even the dog wrinkled her nose in disgust.

When registering for a race make sure you know how long it is.

Jason and I registered for Bay to Breakers thinking it was a 7K race when in reality it’s a 12K race. We are so not prepared for this. And let’s not forget that the race is in San Francisco, the hilly-est city in the whole wide world. Great.

At least we’ll be able to see the Katamari that some people are building to push through the race. And Better Than Ezra is playing at the end of the race. It’ll be fun to see BTE, assuming Jason and I are still alive at that point.