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You get why this is funny, right?

I don't know why

So.

The garden.

I'm growing cucumbers.  Don't ask me why.  I don't know.  It sounded cool to grow cucumbers.  And actually cucumber plants are really fun.

(Amazingly, I don't have any good pictures of my cucumber plants.   I don't know what happened.  But trust me, they are very cute.  And fun.)

But they make cucumbers.  I can't remember the last time I ate cucumber.  I know it was in a salad though.  Probably at Outback Steakhouse and I haven't been there in years.

So all of this results in me having cucumbers that just sit on my counter.  Sometimes I manage to give them away but I've already composted some of them.  I know.  It's terrible.

I've looked online for cucumber recipes, but most of them are some sort of creamy dill sauce cucumber dip thing.  And I even made it once and took it to a party where no one, including me, ate any.

But then I remembered my roommate in college eating cucumbers.  She sprinkled them with Lucas Limon salt and just ate them.  Just like that.

Excuse me for a minute.  I'm going to go see if I can find her on Facebook.

Nope.  She's not there.

Anyway, thinking about her gave me an idea.  I have lemon juice. I have lime.  I have salt.  Can I make my own Lucas and then eat cucumbers that way?

We'll see.  I pulled seven cucumbers off the vine today.  I sliced one up and put it on a place, I squeezed the lime on it.  I splashed some lemon juice on it.  Then I put the plate in the fridge, because it seems like this will taste better if the cukes are cold.  Soon, I will take them out and sprinkle them with salt.  And then I'll let you know.

UPDATE:  Officially, it's awful.  Don't try it.  Dylan won't even eat it.

Motivation

I'm thinking about creating my own motivational posters and hanging them in my house.  Things I want to remind myself of frequently because I so easily forget.

Here are some examples:

• Do new things.
• Life is an emergency.
• What are you afraid of?

Can you think of any?  What would you like to remind yourself of?

Holy $h!t

I few minutes ago, I posted this on Facebook.

Sometimes I forget that, at 32, I am no longer in danger of getting in trouble.

And then I sat there and stared at what I had just written.  32?!  Are you kidding me?

How did I get here?  When did I get here?


I thought I would feel different from this.  I thought I would be different from this.

It's strange to me that age alone dictates adulthood.  I think perhaps we should have to earn it, like take a test or something.  Or like in GAs when I was a kid, where you have to memorize certain Bible verses and do certain activities and maybe sing a song or something to get your next badge.

The only thing I have done to deserve adulthood is that I kept waking up every day and suddenly I was older.  (Notice I said "day" and not "morning" because sometimes it isn't still morning.)

But then I find things like this and this and this, and then I feel a little better, like maybe I'm not the only one.

Note:  I found both of these entries while surfing the internet to avoid doing adult things that are weighing on me.  Strange that the slacking off led to making me feel better.  Justified?  Let's say yes.

Eye wide shut

It's weird having a pet with only one eye.  It changes the things you say and they seem weird coming out of your mouth.  For instance:

Autumn is in Jeff's lap and he's petting her.  He wonders if she is still awake so he says, "Is her eye closed?"

Weird.

We're giving Autumn a bath.  I say, "Don't get the shampoo in her eye."

Weird.

Again with the lap and the petting.  Jeff says, "For a while she was asleep, but then she opened her eye."

Weird.

I gaze at her adoringly.  "You have a pretty brown eye, Autumn."

Weird.

Best food in Italy

Jeff and I were in Italy for 3 weeks.  And I was planning on eating GOOD.  I seriously love Italian food, and I planned on having it for every meal.

Turns out, Italian food in Italy is different from Italian food in the States.  Shocking, I know.

But in Italy, a lot of their food has seafood in it.  Weird, right?  Italian food isn't supposed to have seafood in it.

And there were lots of olives.  And mushrooms.

Also, sometimes the menus were only in Italian.

Jeff and I are not adventurous eaters, so to be safe, we ate a lot of pizza.  Prosciutto pizza, because they didn't have pepperoni like you and I know pepperoni.  And I didn't see any sort of alfredo anything the whole time I was there.  There was even this one place that had a sign that said, "We don't have a tourist menu.  We don't serve lasagna."  What the heck?

So we didn't eat that great.  Nothing really to write home about.

Except for that one place.  Oh, my goodness, I want to go back to Venice so I can eat at that one place.  It was a religious experience for me.  So good.

If you are ever in Venice, you HAVE to go there.  You must.

Wait - did I mention it was Chinese food?

It was totally Chinese food:

Tian Jin
Sestiere San Polo, 649
30125 Venezia, Italia