Located in the Armory Park neighborhood at the corner of 19th Street and 4th Avenue in Tucson, Arizona.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
If You Need A Reason To Cook More Often, I Think I Have One
This morning, my mother and I were talking about a meal she made last night. She was attempting to make a pot roast, but somehow it came out more like a stew.
"What do you usually do when you make the pot roast and why did it come out so different?" I said to her.
"Well, I followed a different recipe, browning the pieces of meat like they instructed, but it didn't come out as I expected."
"But why did you cut up the meat? Aren't you supposed to put the whole roast in the pan?" I said, confused.
"Yeah, normally I just put the whole thing in the cockpot and let it cook all day."
"The cockpot??"
My mother looked at me, confused; not really sure what I was asking.
"I guess every girl needs a cockpot. It probably makes cooking so much more fun." I teased.
She laughed, finally comprehending what she said and her ongoing laughter made me giggle. So there we stood, laughing about her faux pax; me imagining a pot full of cocks, literally standing in the air, and my mother? Well, she was so amused with herself, that her shoulders were still trembling from laughter as she walked away.
I don't currently have one, but when Eddie and I move into our new house, I'm definintely going to ask for a cockpot as a house warming gift. I'm pretty sure it'll be one of my most used kitchen appliances.
"What do you usually do when you make the pot roast and why did it come out so different?" I said to her.
"Well, I followed a different recipe, browning the pieces of meat like they instructed, but it didn't come out as I expected."
"But why did you cut up the meat? Aren't you supposed to put the whole roast in the pan?" I said, confused.
"Yeah, normally I just put the whole thing in the cockpot and let it cook all day."
"The cockpot??"
My mother looked at me, confused; not really sure what I was asking.
"I guess every girl needs a cockpot. It probably makes cooking so much more fun." I teased.
She laughed, finally comprehending what she said and her ongoing laughter made me giggle. So there we stood, laughing about her faux pax; me imagining a pot full of cocks, literally standing in the air, and my mother? Well, she was so amused with herself, that her shoulders were still trembling from laughter as she walked away.
I don't currently have one, but when Eddie and I move into our new house, I'm definintely going to ask for a cockpot as a house warming gift. I'm pretty sure it'll be one of my most used kitchen appliances.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Windows Vista, Trucker Style
I captured this California landscape last week, which Eddie said reminded him of the Microsoft Windows desktop picture most of us have seen on our computers; except this one is real life!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Golden Eye
I really like this picture. I don't know what it is, but I have a thing about taking pictures of my eyes. Ed is always like, "What the hell are you doing?" and I always answer, "Nothing."When I was done doing "nothing," I manipulated the photo to keep my eye color in its original state and made the rest of the photo black and white. I think it looks freakin' cool.
I've been trying to get a picture of Eddie's eyes, since they are blue, so I can try the same thing, but I can't hold him down long enough to get this close to his eye. He's very squirmy and keeps getting away. I might have to pry his eyes open while he's sleeping!
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Tracy Hilltop
Photo taken in Tracy, California while cruising on Interstate 580. Eddie driving, of course.Friday, February 23, 2007
Silver Snowscape
This photo was taken in Ashland, Oregon while I was waiting for Ed to finish chaining the truck tires. They closed the interstate the night before due to the weather and didn't open it until late the next morning. We needed chains if we wanted to continue over the summit. Everything was blanketed with deliciously fluffy snow, but it was very dreary outside, with no sun, which resulted in the odd silvery-gray color of the photograph. I kinda like it.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
I Think I'm Dating A Narcoleptic
The other night, Eddie and I were lying in bed talking about re-doing the truck. We're interested in a "Trick My Truck" sort of re-do, except without the popcorn machine and strobe lights. We want to add another 102" to the sleeper, making it more like a rolling RV rather than a regular tractor. We'd add a bathroom and shower, kitchen (w. fridge, microvave, sink and cooktop), a queen size bed and tons of extra storage. We have been talking about this for a while now and just recently got in touch with a guy up in the Seattle area who does custom work just like this.
As we were talking, Ed expressed his concern about the weight of the new sleeper. Too much weight can possibly hinder the opportunity to haul certain loads. We discussed getting a lighter trailer, possibly an aluminum one to eliminate some of the gross weight of the truck. I wasn't sure exactly how much our current trailer weighed, so I asked.
"So, what's the weight on the trailer we have now?" I inquired.
"Well, this trailer weighs..."
"........."
Nothing.
I'm waiting for his answer now; a little longer than I usually give him to answer because I figured he was doing weight calculations in his head. Ed often doesn't answer right away (which drives me bananas) because he's formulating his answer before he provides it. How annoying, huh?
"........"
Still no answer.
Then all of a sudden I hear heavy breathing, and I don't mean the good kind. I thought maybe he had fallen asleep, or more likely, was playing a joke on me and not answering so I'd shut up and join him in the land of slumber. I shoved him and said, "You cannot be asleep!" No answer. "Are you asleep???"
".........."
He fell asleep; in the middle of his sentence.
Out. Like a light. Snoring and everything.
No need to worry about shutting me up now, since he thinks he's found the perfect solution; just fall asleep in the middle of a conversation. Little does he know that I didn't actually stop talking. He just couldn't hear me anymore.
As we were talking, Ed expressed his concern about the weight of the new sleeper. Too much weight can possibly hinder the opportunity to haul certain loads. We discussed getting a lighter trailer, possibly an aluminum one to eliminate some of the gross weight of the truck. I wasn't sure exactly how much our current trailer weighed, so I asked.
"So, what's the weight on the trailer we have now?" I inquired.
"Well, this trailer weighs..."
"........."
Nothing.
I'm waiting for his answer now; a little longer than I usually give him to answer because I figured he was doing weight calculations in his head. Ed often doesn't answer right away (which drives me bananas) because he's formulating his answer before he provides it. How annoying, huh?
"........"
Still no answer.
Then all of a sudden I hear heavy breathing, and I don't mean the good kind. I thought maybe he had fallen asleep, or more likely, was playing a joke on me and not answering so I'd shut up and join him in the land of slumber. I shoved him and said, "You cannot be asleep!" No answer. "Are you asleep???"
".........."
He fell asleep; in the middle of his sentence.
Out. Like a light. Snoring and everything.
No need to worry about shutting me up now, since he thinks he's found the perfect solution; just fall asleep in the middle of a conversation. Little does he know that I didn't actually stop talking. He just couldn't hear me anymore.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Coke Crushes The Competition
Since I am a huge fan of Coca-Cola, I took this picture because I thought it represented a perfect summation of brand competition. Although they intermingle worldwide, there is often a clear favorite. This was taken at a customs broker storage facility in Canada; notice the French "Classique" label on some of the cans.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Rushing No More
I'm not really one for getting all excited about historical landmarks, national parks or things of that nature and since I've never been to Italy or Greece or Mecca, for instance, where things are really old, I guess I have yet to see much of anything that would completely wow me.
My travels have been confined to border towns in Mexico, seven provinces in Canada and all of the United States. I've been to the top of the Empire State Building, I've seen the Golden Gate Bridge, I've driven the Alaskan Highway and I've been to the Grand Canyon. Blah, blah, blah. As with most of these things, once I see it, my reaction is usually the same. "Wow. Awesome. Let's go have lunch."
If the place has any historical significance, there are only rare instances when I'm interested enough to read about it. History was never a favorite subject of mine so I investigate only the things that really intrigue me.
But, this past weekend, I was wowed; right here in America. Awed. Amazed. Speechless. How did that happen, you ask? Eddie and I visited Mount Rushmore in Keystone, South Dakota, that's how.
This was my first glimpse as we drove up the mountain and I guess I was surprised to see it right there on the side of the highway, since "Oooh! There it is!" burst out of my mouth. It kind of looked tiny. As we got closer, we were able to see more detail, but it was nothing compared to seeing it up close. If you click on the pictures, you'll see a larger version.
Once we got into the park, we were able to face it head on. This is what the mountain looks like when you're standing in the viewing area, right in front of the sculpture .
I zoomed in on some of the details so you can see the work. Here is Washington's eye:
A marbelized Teddy Roosevelt, complete with his pince-nez glasses:
and Abraham Lincoln, looking all serious (as usual):
I didn't get a close up of Jefferson, but I was amazed with all of them. Mostly, I was impressed with the story of the sculptor himself, Gutzon Borglum. It was said that he wasn't the most pleasant man to work for, but he obviously had enough talent to have been chosen to do this monument. The Lincoln Borglum museum on monument grounds, named for Borglum's son Lincoln who worked with his father and finished this sculpture after his father's death, contains a bookstore and major exhibits on the carving, the presidents, the sculptor, the workers and the history of the United States. I think it's one of the first exhibits I've been to where I read almost everything on display. Usually, I have the attention span of a small child.
Ed kept asking me why I was so "wow-ed" by it all, and the only thing I could think to say was that it wasn't just a natural phenomenon, like the Grand Canyon or Devil's Tower or a Glacier; it was something that a man created, by hand. He literally sculpted a mountain.
I felt as if it were one of those special things that not everyone has an opportunity to see in person. There are many things people come across when traveling say, across country. But this isn't just one of the things along the way. This is something you actually have to plan to see. Because really, what other reason is there for going to South Dakota anyway? Which was exactly the plan that Doane Robinson, the state's historian, had back when he concocted the idea of carving people into mountains; he wanted to increase tourism. And since over three million people a year visit, I'd say his plan worked.
To me, this is something I'll never forget. I actually think I'd like to go back, and maybe next time, I'll plan my trip to coincide with Sturgis; the other reason people go to South Dakota.
My travels have been confined to border towns in Mexico, seven provinces in Canada and all of the United States. I've been to the top of the Empire State Building, I've seen the Golden Gate Bridge, I've driven the Alaskan Highway and I've been to the Grand Canyon. Blah, blah, blah. As with most of these things, once I see it, my reaction is usually the same. "Wow. Awesome. Let's go have lunch."
If the place has any historical significance, there are only rare instances when I'm interested enough to read about it. History was never a favorite subject of mine so I investigate only the things that really intrigue me.
But, this past weekend, I was wowed; right here in America. Awed. Amazed. Speechless. How did that happen, you ask? Eddie and I visited Mount Rushmore in Keystone, South Dakota, that's how.
This was my first glimpse as we drove up the mountain and I guess I was surprised to see it right there on the side of the highway, since "Oooh! There it is!" burst out of my mouth. It kind of looked tiny. As we got closer, we were able to see more detail, but it was nothing compared to seeing it up close. If you click on the pictures, you'll see a larger version. Once we got into the park, we were able to face it head on. This is what the mountain looks like when you're standing in the viewing area, right in front of the sculpture .
I zoomed in on some of the details so you can see the work. Here is Washington's eye:
A marbelized Teddy Roosevelt, complete with his pince-nez glasses:
and Abraham Lincoln, looking all serious (as usual):
I didn't get a close up of Jefferson, but I was amazed with all of them. Mostly, I was impressed with the story of the sculptor himself, Gutzon Borglum. It was said that he wasn't the most pleasant man to work for, but he obviously had enough talent to have been chosen to do this monument. The Lincoln Borglum museum on monument grounds, named for Borglum's son Lincoln who worked with his father and finished this sculpture after his father's death, contains a bookstore and major exhibits on the carving, the presidents, the sculptor, the workers and the history of the United States. I think it's one of the first exhibits I've been to where I read almost everything on display. Usually, I have the attention span of a small child.Ed kept asking me why I was so "wow-ed" by it all, and the only thing I could think to say was that it wasn't just a natural phenomenon, like the Grand Canyon or Devil's Tower or a Glacier; it was something that a man created, by hand. He literally sculpted a mountain.
I felt as if it were one of those special things that not everyone has an opportunity to see in person. There are many things people come across when traveling say, across country. But this isn't just one of the things along the way. This is something you actually have to plan to see. Because really, what other reason is there for going to South Dakota anyway? Which was exactly the plan that Doane Robinson, the state's historian, had back when he concocted the idea of carving people into mountains; he wanted to increase tourism. And since over three million people a year visit, I'd say his plan worked.
To me, this is something I'll never forget. I actually think I'd like to go back, and maybe next time, I'll plan my trip to coincide with Sturgis; the other reason people go to South Dakota.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
George And Ira
It was late and Eddie and I were driving in the pitch black, listening to XM Radio and fighting over the temperature controls. He kept making it hotter, I kept turning it off.
"You can't possibly be hot over there." he said.
"Well, I am. The heat is coming up from underneath and my legs are on fire!"
"Well, my legs are cold." he said. Like I care.
So I reached up to get my little lap blanket and handed it to him, "Here, put this over your legs."
"Absolutely not." he answered; in a voice that sounded so horrified at the idea, you'd think I had asked him to fashion it into a babushka to wear on his head.
"Why not? It works great. Just put it over your legs to keep them warm and then you won't have to put the heat up so high."
"No."
"Well, you're the one who is cold and I'm not going to sit over here sweating my..."
At that moment, his hand flies up, stopping me mid-sentence to say, "Shhh! I'm listening to Gershwin."
He just shushed me for Gershwin.
So, after I stopped laughing, I let him have his silence so he could listen to the rest of the program.
It was Gershwin, after all.
"You can't possibly be hot over there." he said.
"Well, I am. The heat is coming up from underneath and my legs are on fire!"
"Well, my legs are cold." he said. Like I care.
So I reached up to get my little lap blanket and handed it to him, "Here, put this over your legs."
"Absolutely not." he answered; in a voice that sounded so horrified at the idea, you'd think I had asked him to fashion it into a babushka to wear on his head.
"Why not? It works great. Just put it over your legs to keep them warm and then you won't have to put the heat up so high."
"No."
"Well, you're the one who is cold and I'm not going to sit over here sweating my..."
At that moment, his hand flies up, stopping me mid-sentence to say, "Shhh! I'm listening to Gershwin."
He just shushed me for Gershwin.
So, after I stopped laughing, I let him have his silence so he could listen to the rest of the program.
It was Gershwin, after all.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
Ditched
This house is nestled in the Sierra Nevada mountains, located in Eastern California near the Nevada state line. A nice sunbeam when I took this shot might have given it a very Kinkadian look, but the heavens decided to only give me snow, no sun. The house looks as if it just slid off the side of the road into a pile of snow, and that's exactly what the highways look like right now; littered with cars that have literally slid off the road into piles of snow. I can't tell you how many cars I've seen in ditches in the last hour alone.
Hellooo, people! Slow the hell down. It's SNOWING. Do you not get it?? I can only imagine what the side roads look like if the people on the interstate are spinning into ditches.
And we haven't even hit Montana yet. Blizzard, anyone?
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
The Sultan Of Love
I just love this guy.
Have a wonderful Valentine's Day and in the meantime, feast your eyes on some of his beautiful words:
"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
“The way you make love is the way God will be with you.”
“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”
“Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.”
“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
Have a wonderful Valentine's Day and in the meantime, feast your eyes on some of his beautiful words:
"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
“The way you make love is the way God will be with you.”
“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”
“Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.”
“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
I'm Not Exactly Sure What You're Proposing Here
Eddie and I were sitting in Barnes and Noble one night reading magazines, drinking lattes and talking.
We somehow got on the subject of a man's inclination to cheat, otherwise known as having no willpower when it comes to saying no to sex, no matter who is asking.
I said to him, "So what would you say if some hot twenty-one year old walked over to you, right now and said, 'Hey there. You're kinda cute. Wanna do it?'"
"Do what?" he said.
"That's what you'd say to her??"
Eyes crinkling in amusement, he answered, "Yep."
I'll never say never, but it seems like I'm pretty damn safe when it comes to my guy being dragged off by some young thing.
We somehow got on the subject of a man's inclination to cheat, otherwise known as having no willpower when it comes to saying no to sex, no matter who is asking.
I said to him, "So what would you say if some hot twenty-one year old walked over to you, right now and said, 'Hey there. You're kinda cute. Wanna do it?'"
"Do what?" he said.
"That's what you'd say to her??"
Eyes crinkling in amusement, he answered, "Yep."
I'll never say never, but it seems like I'm pretty damn safe when it comes to my guy being dragged off by some young thing.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Saturday, February 10, 2007
What Is The World Coming To When The Girls Next Door Think They Are Fat??
Have you ever seen the show The Girls Next Door, about Hugh Hefner's three gorgeous girlfriends?
Every once in a while, when we're not in the truck, I get to see it since it's on E! and we don't get that channel on the road.
I really can't decide who is my favorite. I love Holly for her gentle nature and stunning beauty, Bridget for her intelligence and bubbly personality and although Kendra is my least favorite, she still has adorable qualities.
Today I happened to catch a repeat episode where the girls are planning to make their own fitness video. They do a little warm up exercise for the trainers, to see where their fitness levels are, etc.
As I sit with my squishy, out of shape body sprawled across the hotel room bed, I hear them point out their trouble spots.
Kendra hates her thighs, Holly wants a flatter stomach (because she has a pooch and looks bloated all the time, she says), a tighter butt and she wants to work on that little fat pocket on the back of her thigh under her ass cheek and Bridget wants a flatter stomach and toner thighs.
If I hadn't made a nice indent in the mattress and wasn't burrowed under the covers for the night, I might have just gotten up and thrown myself off the balcony.
Because when Playboy Playmates complain that they are fat??; the world is truly coming to an end.
Every once in a while, when we're not in the truck, I get to see it since it's on E! and we don't get that channel on the road.
I really can't decide who is my favorite. I love Holly for her gentle nature and stunning beauty, Bridget for her intelligence and bubbly personality and although Kendra is my least favorite, she still has adorable qualities.
Today I happened to catch a repeat episode where the girls are planning to make their own fitness video. They do a little warm up exercise for the trainers, to see where their fitness levels are, etc.
As I sit with my squishy, out of shape body sprawled across the hotel room bed, I hear them point out their trouble spots.
Kendra hates her thighs, Holly wants a flatter stomach (because she has a pooch and looks bloated all the time, she says), a tighter butt and she wants to work on that little fat pocket on the back of her thigh under her ass cheek and Bridget wants a flatter stomach and toner thighs.
If I hadn't made a nice indent in the mattress and wasn't burrowed under the covers for the night, I might have just gotten up and thrown myself off the balcony.
Because when Playboy Playmates complain that they are fat??; the world is truly coming to an end.
Friday, February 09, 2007
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