Reading books about cooking


In keeping up with my current infatuation with Tony Bourdain, I finally got his new collection of bits & pieces from the library, The Nasty Bits. I'm only through the first 3 or 4 stories, but I already don't want it to end. I love this guys writing. I've started to line up a couple of other food books to keep me going after this one. The Les Halles cookbook (which I'll buy because hey, it's a cookbook), looked gorgeous when I was thumbing through it at a bookstore in Mt. Shasta. And then I'm putting Heat by Bill Bruford in my library request queue because it looks like more of that behind the scenes in a busy kitchen stuff that I really like to read about.

Like a melting ice cream


I just want you to know how miserable it is being pregnant in 100 degree weather. I feel like a walking, melting ice cream cone. I do not recommend it. Thankfully I can use this suffering later to leverage increasingly valuable mothers day gifts.

As Baby Grand's new superfan, I attended their show at Luna's on Friday and then hit up the Lilys show afterwards at Fools. I was too tired to feel like paying to get in so I just milled around the parking lot a little. Dude, was that the Brian Jonestown guy hanging around or just a reasonable facsimile?

On Saturday, I took in Hull Family Hour and spent time hanging out with new baby. He was looking the most alert I've ever seen him, which was cool. So that's what he looks like with his eyes open. What are babies thinking when they furrow their brows and look at you all serious?

Lazer dog


Sars, guys. I'm totally lazer (lazy) today. I have tons of work but can't stop thinking about what I'd rather be doing.

- Napping with my snoogle. Don't knock it until you've hugged the snoogle.
- Eating goat cheese and grilled bread with tomatoes.
- Shopping for a bathing suit in hopes it will bring me swimming opportunities. Who wants to see how rediculous I look in a bikini? I am available for swim parties and river chilling.
- Cleaning up the house because we lost our dining table under a mess of junk mail and random crap.
- Grocery shopping. Butter outage at chez Neon is going on a record 5th day and the levite (baby) is demanding more fruit.

I think I'm so tired because I had the bright idea of making Leon take me to Cornerstone for breakfast this morning. Levite and I are both practically comatose because all of our energy is now being diverted to digesting a mini vegetable potato platter.

Back from nature


Here's the 22 week picture of me in the wild. Well, really I'm on the Bunny Flats trailhead. It was murder on my poor back to walk up to this point, which is only about 100 feet from the parking lot. Anyway, I don't feel like I've gotten much bigger since last week. Here's a flickr stroll through other ladies at 22 weeks. Just showing how different everyone looks at this point and trying to convince myself to stop comparing.

So we went to Mount Shasta and stayed with the family-types out on their "prop-a-dee." They had a sweet barn for us to stay in because the local campsites were packed with out of towners. Hooray for sympathy towards pregnant ladies and looking after their coziness! I had really wanted to do some swimming, but since all the lakes and rivers are basically snow run-off up there, the water was too arctic for me to get into. I did get in some light hiking (ouch) and major relaxing (ahh).

Brisket was doing her best impression of a country dog. When she wasn't trying to bite the horses, she was eating sweet pea grass and running the trails with Leon. She wore herself out so bad, she's still sleeping it all off. I'd like to be doing the same, but honestly, I'm pretty glad to be back in town, where if you have on flip flops, your feet don't instantly get covered in dirt the minute you step outside.