today was bbq day. we’ve actually been planning one for the past four weeks, but living in the pacific northwest you just have to go with the flow on the weather. unless you’re as smart as me.
the rain here is relentless. we have said every week for the past four weeks, “we’re having a barbecue at our house this weekend! you’re invited!” and every sunday it has rained buckets. because god hates us and little baby jesus is pissed off. so i didn’t do that this week. i didn’t mention a barbecue once. i didn’t even think about it. not. one. time.
BUT little does Weather or the little baby jesus know i was actually planning to have a spur-of-the-moment-bbq the whole time. ahahahahahahaha! i’m so clever. i’m smarter! neener neener! i woke up this morning to the first sunny day in like, ever and decided this is the day. i outsmarted them all. i grabbed the phone and started making calls: “barbecue at my house. don’t tell the Weather!”
it stayed sunny all day because the Weather is sort of slow and it takes at least 6-8 hours for it to realize when the wool has been pulled over its eyes. we had an awesome dinner on the back deck and played volleyball and badminton in the backyard and the boys played in the sprinkler because the pool isn’t ready yet and it wasn’t THAT warm and we sat around on the deck telling lies and getting sunburnt and eating ice cream and telling more lies and eating leftovers and patting ourselves on the back for outsmarting the Weather and then after a few more lies and ice cream i kicked them all out and said, “go home. you’re boring me now.”
just as i finished the dishes and gave the kids a bath before bed…it rained. ha-ha. too late. too late. you suck, Weather.
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.
Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
Would you believe it gets TOO HOT here sometimes for a BBQ?
i’ve heard stories…strange, fantastical stories. it was cold here again today. Weather is getting even. but i don’t care. i threw my head back and laughed. i’m such a rebel that way.