A Month, You Say?

I would like to make a list of excuses right here, for your enjoyment, for why I have not been blogging. Are you ready for this? It's a seriously good list of excuses. I mean, I'm not sure you'll ever come back, because the excuses are so good and there is just no reason to expect I could possibly continue a blog with excuses like these. Yeah.

1. I went on a trip to Seattle! I watched my adorable cousin graduate from high school, not to mention spend time with the rest of the unforgettable Kohout family. Also, there was time lavished upon one Tominda Adkins, writer of Vessel. (I have read segments of her upcoming second installment; I can't wait, I can't wait, I must book pimp.) Exploits from Seattle feature: foods from every ethnicity, grandparents, Tom Shoes, coffee, trains, planes, graduations, new friends, cupcakes, car rides, scheduling debacles, a gay bar, and a tattoo. (Yeah, I have one of those now.)
2. As soon as I returned, more family time! The in-laws! Cheesecake Factory, cooking, movies and madness!
3. Fantastic excuse: work is hard. I had to remember how to do it and was tired by the end of the day.
4. Getting back on track with exercising and reading for my summer reading course. I have been cramming information about jihadists into my mind and getting ready for a 5K this weekend, July 2.
5. The pool opened at our apartment complex. Enough said.
6. I went to an Owl City concert. Check out the video I took of my favorite song! The song you hear playing is also the song that plays when Tominda calls my phone.

 
Those are my best excuses. However, the good news is I have all sorts of great things to write about now that I have the time and inclination to do so. I have recipes, stories, pictures, and videos to post. Also, I think I need to do a creep of DC and look for more historical goodies to share with everyone.

So, here are some posts you should look forward to in the upcoming days:
- Tattoos and how they hurt like hell to get
- Concerts and various experiences at them
- Why 5ks are both awesome and awful
- Planes and babies and how they do not mix well
- FOOD blogging!
- Thoughts on terrorism (oh, you big nerd)
- Ramblings about weight loss and exercise
- Why the dentist is the worst place to visit
- Things I learned in a gay bar
- Whatever other ramblings I can think of

I leave you with this:

I have this game and I'm gonna go play it. YEEEEEEEEAAH! I'm 12.

Irish in Old Town

On my way to get an ice cream treat with HH in Old Town today, I came upon a bunch of Irish dancers practicing in the open. I took a video of it. Please excuse the moments when I forget to follow the dancers with the camera because I'm watching them with my eyes. It was pretty neat!

However, it is sideways and I don't care to fix it. Enjoy that new crick in your neck!

Wednesday

I cooked today. It was about a two on the scale of five (not my fault, the recipe just wasn't that awesome). I was going to take a picture and at least share the results, but I'm so out of practice I forgot. Since it wasn't that delicious, I'm not sure it's much of a loss.

Instead, let's look at this pictures I took a while ago and failed to post. FAILED.

This is from a week ago, I think. It's not a very clear picture, but I remember I was walking around in Old Town Alexandria, late, with HH and some new friends. We heard music and when we investigated, found this gentleman playing the water glasses. Yes, that reflection on the table there are glasses filled with water. Apparently, Sandra Bullock (in Miss Congeniality) was not the only one who could do this. Although, he does not much resemble Ms. Bullock.

Sometime before the picture above, or maybe it was after, I went with J*Rock and HH for some Vietnamese Pho. Pho is delicious. I can remember going to get pho when I was younger and visiting Seattle. I was silly then and didn't like it. I have since grown up and found it delicious.  Cilantro, onions, noodles, broth and thinly sliced meat. OM NOM.

 

 

Pho!

I kept saying dumb things to JR, such as, "I'm pho it!" (As opposed to: "I'm for it!") I really think I could make a t-shirt from it. I'm sure the Vietnamese community would appreciate it.

POWER TOOLS.

Lastly, we have this: A crooked painting. Not just any painting. My grandmother painted this for me, based on a picture I took from a summer vacation to Myrtle Beach. As you can see, this is a giant painting. Also as you can see, it's crooked. There was only one hanger in the back; it needed at least two. I found this amusing and sent this picture of a picture to my grandmother. Thankfully, she had another hook for the back and the painting now hangs on the wall, mostly straight. (I don't believe in levels, I just slap stuff on walls.)

Countdown to Seattle: 5 days (We do not count today and the day we leave. That is silly.)