i’m a sailor, i sail!

Sailor Lu, lookin' like Ed from The Lion King

The best thing ever.

http://outspokenmedia.com/online-marketing/the-power-of-the-unexpected/

 

this made me lol and also get a lil teary…? must be on my way to my period.

Make Stuff Wednesday

My sweet brother Dylan told me about this thing he and his girlfriend do, called Make Stuff Wednesday. Every wednesday they make something together! Isn’t that cute? They have made dreamcatchers, a chair, gnocci, and a playpen for Robyn’s guinea pig…fucking adorable. I decided to participate (sans boyfriend), and I am now making some pretty coasters for my coffee table! I’m excited…I’ll show y’all when they’re done

The sad thing is, the day after Dyl told me about this sweet couple activity, Robyn broke up with him! soooo sad and unexpected (he was supposed to move in with her next week)…I feel awful for him because the other day I asked who his best friend is and he said its herrr  

Wanna know why she broke up with him? Because their relationship was getting in the way of her RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD.

what the hell? what a bummer…there’s nothing you can say to that! like, “honey i’ll try to act more like jesus” ? shitty. However, i sort of understand her point of view because when i was heavy into jesus i really believed that i would never want to date someone that wasn’t a christian. churches fuckin brainwash you and make you think you have to convert everyone around you and stay away from nonbelievers because they will dilute your spirit.

well, what a shame, but at least we have make stuff wednesday to show for it.

Honey

I went to Pikeville this weekend for some farmtime adventures and catching up. I helped make honey, do you have any idea how much work it is to harvest that shit? If you’re interested to know how the process works, read on!

Day 1, you collect the “supers” (boxes) off of the hives, which involves wearing a sweaty bee suit and blowing smoke on the bees to calm their nerves and reduce the likelihood that they will swarm at your face. They are PISSED because they have spent the last 365 days creating their precious honey and you are stealing it from them. Each super weighs approx. 50 lbs, and in my dad’s case, there are about 50 supers to collect total. It takes about 10 hours to get all the supers to the honey room in dad’s workshop.

Day 2, you walk in the honey room and there are about 20 bees in there like “why the fuck is my honey all the way over here? plz give it back”. So you have to kill them which makes me really sad, but my dad tells me that honey bees (like ants) have a collective soul, so you’d have to kill the whole hive to kill its soul. A comforting thought as you club their tiny furry bodies with a rubber mallet. Now you take the frames out of the supers, 9 frames per super, which are filled with the actual honey. You have to pry the frames from each other with a crazy tool because bees produce a sort of sticky glue shit called prophylactus to hold everything together. You bring each frame to this huge stainless steel contraption where you cut the wax cappings off the frame with a huge fucking knife to release the honey. As you do this, you place each frame in a centrifuge device that will spin the honey out of the frame, 6 at a time. Its super hard to make this spinner go fast enough unless you have mad muscle, so my job was cutting and my dad spun them. You get super fucking dirty and sticky during this process, and I personally had honey literally dripping down my arms and legs. sounds like a hot sex scene doesn’t it?

 (a capped frame full of honey)

about 500 frames and 12 hours later, we have 300 pounds of honey in a GIANT stainless steel drum! We give the empty frames back to the angry bees, and on Day 3 we put the honey into cute little mason jars and honey bears.

What an ordeal…but we got a ton of honey, which my dad will sell at his office to all the lil old ladies. he is making candles out of the wax too. I got paid in honey for my efforts as well, so if you like honey i will send you some! just let me know

if you wanna get it big time, go head and get it get it big time

TONIGHT!!!!!!!

also

keith’s review of the nickelback concert online:

http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09200/985016-388.stm

kittens

im currently house sitting, dog sitting, and cat sitting all at one time. i went over to the cat house and sat with fiddlestix for about 20 minutes, petting him and admiring his fire-crackly purr— it was something i havent done in a while. i miss kitties.

do KEEEno neko and JOOOKi khoji have big thick tails (like this cat did) yet??

cut my life into pieces…

Tomorrow Keith has to cover this Papa Roach, Nickelback, Hinder concert at the Post Gazette Pavillion and his brother bailed on him– so I’m going because I think it will be absolutely fucking hilarious. It will also be nice to see him!

I will keep you guys updated, for sure.

PLUS! I can finally find out the words to that goddamn song.

CUT MY LOIFE INTOO PIESES
DIS IZMAH LAHST REE_ZORT
SUFFOCATION
NO BREATHING
DONT GIVE A ___ IF I___ NAHNAHNAH

Cats in Sinks

I just remembered this incredibly amazing website.
Show me another cat in a sink? Hell yes.

http://www.catsinsinks.com/

gotta bhaluby bad

Cute.

Cuter.