my bike to work team needs your help!

http://www.cbcef.org/contest/vote.cfm?contest=8

our team name is gang green. and we can really use your vote! (dont worry about registering). while some, i hesitate now to say, FRIENDS have pointed out that they like other names better, its more of an obligatory vote so we can bask in the glory of greatness. help me bask.

thank you in advance for your love and support!

camping!!!

like those people who try to have a bbq when its still freezing out and end up bundled up on their couch with a paper plate full of grilled chicken and corn on the cob, we are going camping prematurely in honor of jasons bday. woohoo!

and the only reason i write this is so that the last post on my blog for 5 days isnt the picture of me. because while im very narcissistic, i dont want to APPEAR that way.

see you in a few days bitches.

my hair

it looks much more like a bob in this pic than it actually is...
and thats miles. hes one of the many seattle babies. and hes cute.

dear capitol hill parking

fuck you.

haircut

im thinking of getting this haircut:

but you have to imagine it with this face instead:

im getting an extra bottle of wine to help the efforts in darfur

we decided to start no tv tuesday yesterday, and thought it would be a good idea to go out for some dinner. the driving factor for dinner was that yesterday in seattle was a dine for darfur event. what a great cause. 25% of your dining bill goes to a relief aid...

but wait a second...

im going to go spend $100 on a swanky dinner. (well actually, JASON is going to spend 100$ on a swanky dinner because i accidentally (but conveniently) left my wallet at work- it caused a problem with drinking while waiting, but it all ended up ok) ANYWAY. $100 on dinner translates to $25 in aid... so follow my crazy logic for a second... wouldn't it be better if all those people who were out there doing the right thing just GAVE the entire amount they were going to spend on dinner to the effort. my thinking is out there... i know.

i realize the fact that most people DONT do that. and so something is better than nothing. and maybe you catch a few diners who waited in the god awful lines at the handful of restaurants participating who DIDNT know about the effort...

but still...

all these people were gathered round waiting for tables, connected to one another in their effort to help. and the comraderie was nice. but the slight smell of smug that hung in the air seemed so soulless.

all this ranting is hypocritical of course. we are those people who DONT donate our money. we went out the the select restaurants and did "our part." we dont have souls.

its just the principle.