Monthly Archive for July, 2007

Oh how I love Ramen.

If there’s one thing better than a good Ramen place, it’s a good Ramen place that does one thing, and one thing well.

RAMEN. WITH PORK.

Say hello to Kintaro, a hole-in-the-wall Jay and I stumbled upon while exploring Vancouver with a friend. We didn’t know what food it was, but it had a line running 10 deep out the door. We got in line.

That was last year.

Now whenever we go back to Vancouver, we find a reason (or not) to eat at Kintaro.

I, of course, went for the highly unhealthy “medium broth fatty pork” combination. Please note the layers of fat circling the pieces of pork. I threw in a boiled egg for good measure.

(Don’t ask me about the broth. All I know is, you pick light, medium, or super. We saw them dipping the order chits into the soup, so Jay figured out that the broth’s thickness depended on how much of your receipt melted into the soup.)

Jay, as you can see, was uber excited to see his bowl of “medium broth lean pork” Ramen.

Those people in the back of Jay were in line for one of our seats.

It’s good, people.

If computers came with Smellovision and Tastovision, you’ll know exactly what I mean.

I lack spatial awareness.

That’s why I suck at parallel parking, making things (like Jay), and coming up with such kickass origami-folding-templates like the Readymech.

The different designs created on the site will blow your mind. How do they know what goes in front and what goes in back?

I asked Jay what the word was to describe people who had that “three-dimensional ability,” and his answer was “Normal people?”

Thanks Jay, thanks.

I may lack a certain je ne sais quoi, but I know this: I can fold a paper aeroplane. Unaided.

I was looking over my photos and found that old shot of our first house being raised.

Oh, the memories!

It’s sobering to think that we would have been in Seattle three years next month.

What happened? Where did the time go?

Demolition, scraping, “paining,” nailing, floor installing…

It seemed that every weekend not so long ago was spent on the house. And if we weren’t working on the house, we were working on the house.

We always had a million things to do each weekend, and yet, we finally, actually, finished remodeling the darned thing.

My weekends seem so sedentary these days…and I’m lucky if I finish my laundry at all.

My favorite part of a baseball game is the Foam Finger.

I just like the fact that someone thought of cutting colored foam into the shape of a finger, and selling it to me for $6.

Toss in $5 hotdogs, $8 beers, and $4 cotton candy, and I’m really getting the finger.

Still, we had a great time. My parents were slightly perturbed by the game and the organized shouting while Jay patiently explained the rules and I happily waved the finger.

I learned a few important things today.

(1) There are people out there who can throw a ball more than 90 miles an hour. That’s faster than my Beetle has ever gone.

(2) Bunting is not a kind of donut.

(3) When the bases are loaded, you DO NOT want to go to the bathroom.

I’ve been genuinely shocked by the reaction to our Banana-Donut T-shirt.

I guess I didn’t realize a lot of people wouldn’t wear our tee.

If you have to know, the genesis of the T-shirt started out innocently enough.

We wanted icons to represent us, and we thought of the things that we liked.

Jay loves bananas (he has one every morning with his cereal); I love donuts (witness the Krispy Kreme wedding cake).

The two items started out on the illustrator page separate, then on top of each other, then together, and in one instance, I remember the banana was peeled. We also thought of a donut with a bite taken out of it. But I digress.

I still feel that it ONLY seems scandalous IF you knew the tee was celebrating a marriage, right? I mean, it’s just a banana and a donut on a T-shirt.

Well, you be the judge. The following tees offer a glimpse into our wretched minds.

Made on the occasion of Jay’s brother Ty, and Heather’s wedding. They have a chihuahua they adore named Roxy.

Jay made this for Grandpa Gene’s 90th.

And this—this was for David and Kerri’s wedding. Geddit?

Now these aren’t so bad, are they?