I wanna be this guy...

Juicing: Not just for professional athletes

So.... my Jack LeLanne Power Juicer (as seen on TV) came today–a birthday gift from my Dad–and it is truly second-to-none as far as kitchen appliances go. It came with four books about juicing and it is centerfugal. How many other appliances can claim to be centerfugal? (shut up washing machines, clothes driers and the blender...)

In other news, Tim, Carrie and I went to a Bastille Party at my French Prof.'s cabin on the lake, and celebrated french culture by eating barbequed American food and paddling around in the canoe. In true french fashion, we were going to play badminton but we were le tired.

Even though all my newpaper staffers always say "I'm not doing anything, call me anytime to work," Tim and I ended up shampooing the carpet in the Conglomerate office alone. It wouldn't have been so bad if the carpet had been cleaned anytime in the past, oh, say, ever. The first run with the carpet cleaner seemed really awesome because the dirty water looked like watered-down Hershey's syrup... however after 18 passes over the carpet and 8.5 hours later the water still looked like the exxon spill of '89... sans helpless seals.

Anyway, I feel like I haven't really seen either of my roommates in about 17 years and it's kind of making me wish that school would start again so we could hang out. I'm also ready for school to start again so that I can stop making my own schedule, which might sound nice, but in fact results in many hours of hitting the snooze button. I'm still fitting 9 hours of work in on a good day, but you know you've gone mad when you work 9 hours and think you had a good day.

Tomorrow is Chris Parham's birthday. I'm supposed to find him a hot, rich girl who's not mean or crazy, so if you know anyone like that, let me know.

Oh yeah, and we're about to start pulling books in the bookstore so send in your damn schedule. Unless you graduated and then, I hate you, have fun getting a job.

And another thing: Tim and I have been together for two and half years today, which is a little more than 1/10 of my life. And we still give eachother goosebumps and like to hang out. You can't ask for much more.

Make me an offer I can't resist...

This has been the epitome of awesome weeks. New Orleans has proven to be the perfect home for half of those people who graduated, even though I told them not to. Jared and Debbie have a great townhouse apartment just off of Magazine Street and a short walk from (ahhhhh...) Whole Foods. Everyone else lives around town and we all gathered at Debbie's house in Slidell for the fourth. This is a picture of Jared and me fishing in Debbie's back yard. I'm not joking. I can't even tell you how amazing it was to spend the day on the canal, tubing, canoeing, drinking, fishing, eating, boating, eating, swimming, and eating. And Kakie is a photographer in the making, as well as a fine fisher(wo?)man. She, Jared and I almost got killed by a six-foot allegator gar. We lived, but with no fish to show for it.

Because of this whole adventure I missed three days of work, but honestly, I can't say I really missed them. It seems like I've worked a lot in the past four days to make up for it, but I've still managed to see Pirates of the Caribbean, part deux, buy a spectacular bridesmaid dress for Kristin's wedding, have a taco salad party, fix my bike tires, nearly finish fixing the Conglomerate office and help Amy rearrange the living room.

And yesterday the boys who live over on Dudley St. had a Meat Festival, which featured 12 different kinds of meat. Normally, I would be at least a little opposed to that, for gastronomical reasons, if not just moral one, but it was irresistable. Darren, Ryan and Paul have turned grilling into a fine art. Les beaux arts de la viande.

This summer has gone so fast, it's almost unbelievable. Le bel art de l'été.

Oh yes, and here are my prize-winning grandparents, as well as Tim getting attacked by floozies in the parade (more of my relatives) at Pioneer Days.