a little visual treat.

this is how Karen and I fished when we lived in Indonesia.

Step #1. snorkle-mask. (best to be worn outside of the water too. Obviously.)
Step #2. obtain smaller trashcan for scooping fish.
Step #3. obtain giant trashcan to hold caught fish.
Steph #4. dive into lake and scoop up fish.

(*surprisingly, our methods were eerily successful?)

too much....

Sometimes life just gets a little crazy.
(and right now I think life has just dealt me the "lot-of-crazy" hand.)


want to see who I hang out with these days?
little pumpkin.


(*fortunately my studio-window is just her height.)

yiiiiiikes!

It is exactly for reasons like this that I feel legitimized for my fear of sleeping in houses alone.


um, hello. I don't care if you're cold. STAY OUT OF MY BED!

...unless you look like this little muffin.

(but still...only on special occasions)

ewww.

Do you know what I was doing exactly one week ago?

Oysters.
I was eating OYSTERS!?
SERIOUSLY...why do people eat those things?


I was emailed this photo by my dear friend Julia, who decided to commemorate the moment with a cellphone picture. (...so that way I could always remember the horrors of my first slurped-up-shellfish.)

*shivers*

Do I look petrified? ...because I am.
And please notice very (non-supportive/smirking) boyfriend in the foreground.

Come on.....if you ate this, you'd be making that face too!





{YIKES!}

Ah HAH!

My dad works a mysterious rotational job overseas, where he's gone for a month at a time.
My friends hear about this, and usually decide that he works undercover for the CIA.
(I can't say that I can really argue)

Until I was watching TV the other day....



and NOW I know what my father does in his mysterious months "at work"







He's really Anthony Bourdain!!
(agree?)

nana

if my last post was about babies...obviously the logical thing to write about next would be grandmas.

(*in my case: this would be a nana)

My nana belongs to the part of society that is still a bit skeptical about all this new crazy technology happening everywhere...unfortunately, we have no mercy, and we force it upon her.
A few weeks ago, my parents flew out to see her, bought her a computer, and set her up an email account.

this is an excerpt from the gem of a letter I got from her a few days ago:

Hi Leslye,
I really do not have much to say. I hope you are alright and the snow is not getting you down. I went tochurch today . They were having a pot Luck fund raiser for the choir. I did not want to cook anything ,so I looked at fruit and cakes at the store yesterday. I decided on a carrot cake. There are alot of Philippino people in this church now and I never know what to eat. Any way I had a plate full.It all tasted good. It sure was nice of your Mom and Dad to get me this compute4r, even though I did not want them to. Now your Mom is pushing me to use it. I hope I am not boring you. Even my typing is bad these days. Thank heaven for the spelling check.

Bye for now. I Love You! Happy Valentines Day.
Love, Nana

my favorite part is definitely the philippino food at the potluck.






ooooooh, she's a funny one...

...babies...?

I'm an aunt.

And don't freak out. Karen's not having a kid.... I'm just a fake-aunt,
(*which is definitely the next-best thing)




and who's made me into such a lucky lady?

....meet Bennett:

Isn't he just a little pumpkin? And he's even wearing the little whale-shirt I made him...!


...

...



(*but, you see: this is what happens when your friends have children, and you have to live vicariously through them with itty-bitty-crafting desires)

{elephants}

{whales}

so...let me know if you want me to be your fake-aunt too. (I'm kindof fan of this auntie-ness!)