1-26-2011

The waitresses at this place are serious about footwear.

1-25-2011

So taking a picture every single day is pretty difficult. Especially because we don't really do anything that exciting on weeknights when everything outside is dead and frozen. So sometimes I have to improvise...and by that I mean create situations that I think are funny to take pictures of...like forcing Nicole to try to do a pull up. So dear three people that actually read this blog, you should feel very appreciated in light of what we do for your daily reading entertainment (and by "we" I mean Nicole).

1-24-2011

A giant snow plow needs a giant truck to push it around. I commute home with UFOs.

1-23-2011

This is a ball named "Shirley". I picked it because I thought that a ball with a proper name would help me not suck at bowling. Yay, we randomly went bowling! I also selected a hippie acid trip ball as a back up, but the finger holes were super weird, and like most other hippies, it was kind of a loser. "Shirley" however did come though and gave me a strike on my first shot. That didn't last long at all though and I'm still a terrible bowler. Nicole's technique emphasises finger position (on the wrong hand). We're both pretty serious bowlers. Nicole looks official and makes strikes.

Now you may be wondering, why is this cute tiny girl in a huge giant truck?. It's for the same reason a scrawny Asian boy is taking pictures in a huge warehouse. What's a fireplace without something awesome to sit on in front of it?. After receiving our fireplace a month and a half late, Nicole got her birthday present two months early and got a leather sofa. We still have some work to do, but this is what our basement looks like now. This is really about as classy as I ever get. Nicole on the other hand looks like an Urban Outfitters model.

P.s. Hi!

1-22-2011

So way way back on 12-4-10, Nicole and I ordered a fireplace as our big "Christmas present." The place we bought it from apparently doesn't celebrate major winter holidays...or new years...or my birthday...or appointments that they scheduled for that matter, and decided to make us wait until now to get their act together. Today a man named Paris came to our house to bring us our post-MLK day-present. We got to anxiously and excitedly wait for four hours while he did his stuff. I took this opportunity to take pictures of birds and harass (X-Files) Nicole. After 1,928,340 pictures of her eyeball a obnoxiously close range...we had a fireplace! See! Fire!

After waiting (starving) for hours, we went adventuring to a place I had heard about a long time ago but hadn't gone to since I wasn't eating meat. I would still consider myself a 95% of the time vegetarian. This is what happens for the other five percent. The place is called Louie's Bar and Grille and is considered a classic Akron establishment for the best burgers for over 10 years. They aren't kidding (though I'm still pulling for Swensons as the best cheeseburger in the area America). I love small, independently owned places full of character like this. Unfortunately, the place is closing due to sad circumstances, and today may be their very last day of operation. We'll miss you, Louie's. Even though we just met today, you made my first cheeseburger in months even better.

1-21-2011

Do you see anything in this picture? Because he sees you. I feel like I'm in Narnia.

1-20-2011

There are patterns of repeating circles everywhere around me.

I
can't
get
away
ever.

1-19-2011

Pretending to go to Japan for lunch.
I wear Vans slip-ons all the time everywhere no matter what.
Nicole surprised me with the only thing I want to eat all the time for dinner tonight. Owning a deep fryer is going to make me a giant.

1-18-2011

This is what I see when I come home from work every night. Yes, those are our basement curtains. I am aware that they are hideous. I also know that my windows are dirty. No, I don't care. My cat waits at the window for me to come home and I think it's cute.

On the topic of cats, this is one of the peacock feathers we got for them from the cat show this weekend. I thought it would be a good idea to get a picture while I could before it gets completely destroyed.

1-17-2011

Yes, I know this picture is kind of boring, but I had to wake up before the sun this morning in order to get to a meeting. As a result, I immediately made use of the Monday night naptime policy after work and did absolutely nothing interesting with the rest of my day.

1-16-2011

I've posted before about how Nicole and I eat like little kids with no baby sitter. Well, yesterday we got a magical deep fryer. I say magical because you put stuff in and corndogs come out.

So this time last year, Nicole and I went to the Cat Fanciers' Association cat show (1-17-10). It was so much nerdy fun that we went again this year to see more cats get felt up and win prizes from men wearing cat patterned ties. Here are some highlights.

Furniture matching cat.
Yelling cat.
This cat hears and sees everything.
Villainous cat.
This cat won my award for being the craziest of show.

So obviously Nicole and I are "cat people," but Nicole also has SnakeSnake which I suppose makes us "snake people" too. As such, we also went to a snake and reptile show today.

I briefly considered buying this, but Nicole is in no way interested in becoming "scorpion people."
Her dad already has a way huger version of the snake on the left. He's a "snake people" too.
This snake wants to bite people.
Turtle people.
Box of lizards.
My friend from Arizona.
Calico snake named after a 90's band.
Have you ever seen a $2,600 snake before?
Lots of snakes.
Snake people are tougher than cat people.

1-15-2011

Nicole and I go to random places we don't belong to look at weird stuff.

1-14-2011

Lunch is always better when it comes with a toy. Then I spent the night watching movies with my fancy Scottish friends (and Nicole).

1-13-2011

So I like exploring places. Generally ones I think are strange or are places I'm not supposed to go. For a while now, I've been curious about the old drive-up motel by my house. Since I moved here, I've considered its existence somewhat odd considering it's in the middle of a residential area with absolutely nothing to visit around (if you're spending the night here, it's definitely to see someone who lives here...why not just stay with them?). In any case, as soon as I ventured down the long driveway towards the antiquated front office, I noticed "no trespassing" signs everywhere. I've never really respected those ever, so I poked around anyway. Before I knew it, a very large man wearing a wifebeater (in the snow) was yelling at me demanding to know what I was doing. I quickly explained (lied) that I was photographer who travels to document independently owned models and drive-ups. This story is probably boring to read, but it was really fun for me to do.