Friday, October 31, 2008


This is what Leonard and I would look like if we were vampires:

Just wanted to make sure you saw something as scary as a Leonardcula today.
Happy Halloween!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Apple Sunday

On Sunday Tiffany and I canned up a storm.

This time it was 50 lbs of apples. It was tempting to get even more than that. The branches of the trees were sagging with the weight of apples and I knew that what we didn't pick would go to waste.

It was a lot of work and the yield was huge. We ended up with 20 quarts and 9 pints of beautiful cinammony apple pie filling.

That's enough for about 49 apple pies.

Too bad neither of us even likes apple pie.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

It's About Time

New Hair:

Sunday, October 26, 2008

When Life Gives You Lemons...

I'm not a big fan of portrait studios with their fake backgrounds and posed shots. So when the clinic Leonard and I work for gave us vouchers to a local portrait studio for a headshot to be displayed in the clinic lobby, I wasn't very stoked. I begrudgingly got ready, and Leonard and I rushed to have our pictures taken. These are the pictures the clinic will receive:

But here's the best part. The actual portrait packages were for multiple poses, meaning we got to choose what to do with the rest.
The photographer girl wasn't too impressed with our idea of what looked good, but I think you'll agree these next photos are the bomb.

Here's Leonard's idea of "Artsy Halloween:"Pretty cool, right? Then I discovered the prop wall full of creative accessories, stuffed animals, etc.

Here's Fairyland Leonard:

This photo really got me excited, and the creativity just kept coming. I noticed a picture on the wall of a newborn baby whose floppy neck was held upright by a small stuffed teddy bear. I looked at the prop wall, and sure enough, there was a humongous stuffed bear, waiting for Leonard to create his own infantile shot.

It took begging. A lot of begging. And promises of delicious future dinners. And promises that I wouldn't ask him to do anything embarrassing for a long time (although, the word "long" is pretty subjective, isn't it?)

Here is the result:

Once Leonard decided to just go for it, he really got into character. We have an 8x10 of this next one, and they even added a unique border:
This is my favorite one by far. I was crying as he made this pose, I don't think I've laughed this hard since I was a pre-teen:
We even have wallet-size for those of you with brag books:

I have an 11x13 print of this interesting collage photo:

By the time we were through, the photographer chick was happy to see us go. What was going to be a horrible experience turned out to be a blast, with tons of photos as evidence. I owe you Leonard, I owe you big time.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Bountiful Harvest

Last weekend we went to a friend's orchard near my parent's home. No one is using any of the apples grown there, so we pretty much have an orchard full or apples all to ourselves.
The sun was setting when we got there. I love Nyssa at dusk.

Leonard and I were lucky to have my kid sister Molly along:Molly (aka Molescule) is a gifted journalist.

She's also my only non-blue-eyed sibling, leading to plenty of adoption stories while growing up.

Molly does a heck of an impersonation of that Newton guy coming up with the Law of Gravity:

After only an hour or so, we ended up with about 90 lbs of apples that my sister in-law Tiffany and I turned into 17 quarts of scrumptious applesauce:


Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Leonard's Mistress

I've always felt secure in my relationship with Leonard. He's never been the type to follow the silhouette of a beautiful woman with his eyes as she walks by our table at a restaurant (thank goodness). During any given day of rest as I am busying myself with any myriad of tasks, I can usually turn and find Leonard at my heels, simply desiring to be near. The fact that we've gone to school together and now work together is a pretty good indicator that he enjoys spending time with me. Recently, though, this confidence was shaken.

It was one of the hottest days of the year in Portland this summer. Leonard and I were cuddled up next to our portable air conditioner, trying to cool down. The rest of our apartment outside of this 15 foot radius was stifling and muggy. I turned and looked at Leonard, noting the content look on his face. "What are you
thinking about?" I asked, and then immediately chided myself for the cliche question. "Oh nothing," Leonard replied, placing one arm around me and the other around the air conditioner. "Just layin' here with my girls."

After that conversation we always referred to the air conditioner in the female gender. "Honey, it's warm in here, will yo
u bring her into the living room?" "Sure thing, sweetheart, she'll be there in a moment."

One day I was fixing my hair, frustrated that the air conditioner was constantly blowing at my face. I sighed, annoyed, and turned it off. This caught Leonard's immediate attention. Looking at me fiercly, hands clenched into fists, he hissed under his breath, "You take your filthy hands off of her!" I faked fear, turned the A.C. back on, and giggled, impressed by my husband's exce
ptional acting abilities. The emotion, delivery, it was all so...real.I was excited the day of our move. I had gone through every item we owned, judiciously throwing away some articles while giving some to Goodwill, keeping only what we truly needed. That bulky air conditioner unit was going to be a problem. "I think we should put her on Craigslist," I told Leonard. "Our next place will probably have central air." Leonard's face fell. In barely a whisper he spoke, "But what if we need her?" His beautiful green-blue eyes were distressed, the corners of his mouth downturned. I was taken aback. It reminded me of a child forced to give up his beloved dog. No, it was more than that. The look on his face, the sorrow, exactly what was he conveying? Realization hit me hard: true love, driven asunder.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Just how old is Leonard, anyway?

Leonard is 70 years old:
He chews Doublemint gum

His favorite candy bar is the Salted Nut Roll
He uses Old Spice
He whittles
He eats high fiber cereal

He has a side part

Leonard is 10 years old:

He plays video games
He sleeps on his tummy
He eats peanut butter from the jar
He's shy around strangers
He watches zombie movies
He has a side part

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

No trapper keepers or pencil boxes this time

In the spirit of being forced to take pictures in my first day of school outfit year after year, I made Leonard take a picture with me before our first day of work.

Note the mirror that broke during our move.

For the next two weeks we will be enduring endless orientations on electronic medical records, HIPPA/OSHA, etc. We'll also be spending time with another provider to figure out the flow of the clinic. Then it's time for our own patients. I'm still trying to not hyperventilate when I think about that.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

The Georges: Unplugged

Leonard and I have decided to go without television for awhile. I've noticed time goes by more slowly and that I'm getting more done.

Entertainment can be a dilemma, though.

We've learned to compensate.

camera + colorful dot painting as background + funny fac
es = Minutes (3 at least) of enjoyment
Tomorrow is our first day of work in the real world. We'll see how it goes.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Grape Juice Reality Check

I overheard the wrinkled elderly woman in front of me in the grocery store explaining to her friend her plans of canning grape juice that day. I leaned over to see mason jars and 5 lb. of sugar in her cart.

I waited for a pause, and barged my way into her conversation. I'm making grape juice today as well! It's my first time canning. I smiled smugly, and felt warm fuzzies at the thought of talking homemaking with this probably well seasoned home canner.

That is so nice, dear. I was beaming at this point - proud to be part of the club of self-reliant women. She continued with her conversation, explaining her simple way of making grape juice in only one step - juicing the grapes in a special double boiler and placing the juice in hot jars leading to an immediate seal.
My zeal was replaced by suspicion. Only one step? There's sure to be plenty of silt! I thought. And no processing time to ensure sterility? Tsk tsk.
When I told her I was doing it the old fashioned way, she was surprised. That's going to take quite a bit of time, she said, years of canning wisdom rampant in her eyes.
I didn't mind, I'd done the research. My recipe had been known to win first prize ribbons at fairs across the nation.
For two days I washed, mashed, and cooked grapes. I strained pulp through cheesecloth and again through coffee filters. I processed at the exact temperature for the appropriate amount of time.
In the end I had 12 perfectly sealed jars of beautiful concentrated grape juice (with a little too much headspace). The juice was clear and flavorful - and not one grain of silt!

But I'll never get those hours of my life back.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Leonard of the Caribbean

Here are some photos of our recent cruise in the Caribbean:

the Georges on the ship

green - it was everywhere

there was a lot of snorkeling

even with turtles!

there was also plenty of relaxing

Mmmm...St. John was my favorite island

my beautiful mother in-law

soaked after a walk in the rain forest

Ronnie Sue - this poor man took a lot of teasing

Mandy, Irene, and Zach

one of the top 10 most beautiful beaches in the world

one of the top 10 most snuggliest hugs in the world