Archive | July, 2011

Day 12

31 Jul

Day 12: A picture of something you love

My tomato forest!  I’m gaga for growing, eating, reading about, writing about, photographing, etc. tomatoes.  Every year the plan for my tomato forest gets more and more sophisticated, and it’s execution becomes more perfect.  I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I couldn’t have tomatoes in my life!


Day 11

30 Jul

Day 11: A picture of something you hate

I hate worms.  I really really really hate worms.  They give me panic attacks.  I died a little inside just looking online for this image… 😦

Day 10

29 Jul

Day 10: A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with

My friend Tanisha and I have certainly had some adventures together!  I don’t know how many times we found ourselves in Iowa City bars dancing our feet off, eating Taco Bell afterward, and walking back to the dorms late.  We road-tripped up to Postville, Iowa for a wedding where she was the only black person as far as the eye could see and I didn’t know whether or not it was kosher to wear a spaghetti strap dress in the church.  We survived driving to Chicago in a blizzard one spring break and then navigating ourselves around on the L and Metra trains.  We had an eventful visit in Atlanta trying to get to the Coke bottling plant that resulted in a phone call to Eric in Iowa so he could give the city bus driver directions.  The list goes on and on!  I raise my glass to you, my friend, and many more adventures.  Cheers!

Day 9

28 Jul

Day 9: A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most

This is my mom.  At my wedding she read a passage from Winnie the Pooh and of course it made us both cry.  She has supported me through every major change of my whole life, and is one of my best friends.  I won’t go on because I’m going to get sappy otherwise.  Thanks for everything, mom!

Day 8

27 Jul

Day 8: A picture that makes you laugh

My first instinct was to round up all the old pictures I could find of Eric and I and parade them here; mostly because I find it amusing to look at us back in the day and laugh.  But I don’t think that would be very funny for you, my faithful reader.  Also, there is a lot more of this challenge, and I have a feeling there will be more opportunity to drown you in the sappiness of a relationship revisited.  So I opted for something more universally amusing.

A wet cat.  Or kitten in this case.  When we got him, Eli was a farm cat with mites.  So the first thing we did was give him a little kitty bath.  Needless to say, he didn’t enjoy it, but he weighed 2 lbs so what could he do about it?  Pictures of baby Eli always make me chuckle, because he was so goofy looking!

Eli came into our lives as a freebie at the Grinnell Farmer’s Market.  I had been desperate for another cat for a while, and managed to trick myself and Eric into believing another cat would be good for Thora because I mistook her constant surliness for loneliness.  We had been talking about a new cat for a while, and decided a kitten would be best because Thora could assert her dominance easily over one, and a male would be best because then there wouldn’t be so many territory issues.  Of course this was when we were both just out of college and we were totally broke.  $60 for an adoption fee was a daunting prospect, so when we saw the box of free kittens at the market, of course we couldn’t resist.  Eli was the only male in the box, and I was thrilled he was grey (I have a thing for grey cats) so we scooped him up with high hopes.  Of course today he is my handsome little boy, but he had a lot of growing up to do.  Can we just pause for a second and talk about how UGLY Eli was as a kitten?  He was this tiny little thing that could barely walk.  His ears were bigger than his head, which was also enormous, and his eyes bulged out and were always watery.  He was ugly in that awkward and endearing way only the very young can pull off.  I liked to call him my alien kitten.

As I write this, Eli has entered the computer room with a questioning, “Rrr Rrow?” And as he looks at me, I remind him, even though he is my handsome man, never forget where you came from.

Day 7, My Precious…

26 Jul

Day 7: A picture of your most treasured item

Please forgive the lateness of my post; it’s not easy to sift through 26 years of life and pinpoint one “most treasured” item, but here she is!

This is Vixen.  One of my oldest stuffed animals, Vixen was a Christmas gift from Vixen the Reindeer.  I couldn’t tell you exactly how old I was when I got her, but she served me well as a pillow and companion for most of my childhood.  She has survived many moves, road trips and one eventful canoe trip where she was almost swept down the St. Croix River.  She’s been through a lot, and I hope one day to have her re-stuffed, touched up, and ready to be a companion to many more kids and kids at heart like me.

Day 6

25 Jul

Day 6: A picture of the person you’d like to trade places with for the day

Anthony Bourdain has the coolest job in the world.  He gets to travel around eating, cooking, being sassy, and to top it all off, he gets to write about it too.  That’s all right up my alley.  This is also a person I would choose if asked to share who I would spend a day with if given the chance.  Who wouldn’t?  ‘Nuff said.