the boys and i are taking a few days holiday on the oregon coast. the weather is here, wish you were beautiful.
we’ve only been here two days and already so far, these things have happened:
- we visited the tillamook cheese factory where people apparently don’t mind waiting in abnormally long lines for a tiny sample of cheese. we didn’t want a sample of cheese. we wanted to take the self-guided tour and watch through the glass as they churned and sliced and wrapped cheesy goodness for the masses. this was made more difficult as the self guided tour wove its way through various sample lines and those people were rabid and determined not to leave without their sample cheese cube on a toothpick. the ice cream made all the work well worth it in the end though.
- the boys went boogie boarding on some killer, gnarly waves, dude.
- a guy at flamingo jim’s engaged me in conversation and later, after asking my name, told me he was going to “google the hell” out of me when he got home.
- two old bitches kicked the boys out of the lighthouse at cape meares for doing something a third park guide told them they could do. i lost my cool and told them to fuck off after calling them nazis. then i burst into tears. in front of god and everybody in a tiny lighthouse visitor’s center. i blame pms.
- 18 holes of mini golf.
- i only checked my work email once so far. it brought me low. wish i hadn’t. i’m starting to hate work.
- i’ve been making most meals in the beach house, but tonight we went out for seafood. jacob ate bread, clam chowder, prime rib, fish, a twice baked potato and peanut butter chocolate cheesecake. he then immediately went swimming in the ocean. i wish i was 13.
tomorrow we’re going for a 90 minute ride on a steam locomotive along the coast. should be fun. so long as i can keep the pms at bay, no pun intended.
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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.
You’ll need a break when you get back home.
So what was their big crime at the lighthouse? Sounds like a pretty cool vacation, other than that!
anji: truer words were never spoken. but not from the vacation. work! boo!
nicki: they touched the glass of the lighthouse. they asked permission first. but the psychotic park ranger went ballistic when they did it and yelled at them without giving them a chance to explain that they had asked for permission and blah blah blah. it’s all over now. just a case of everybody (including me) overreacting over nothing.