look what the cat drug in
posted on Saturday, Aug. 18, 2007 @ 23:44

last night at midnight (well, this morning at midnight), my family arrived including grandmaaa. she hasn't been in this area in over 10 years, so i'm very happy to host her. she insists on sleeping on the couch, though. she's the most stubborn damn woman you'll ever meet, too.

today i went to chuy's for the first time since i was, like, 10. doug's obsessed with the place. the sauce he got on his burrito made him start sweating. that's how you know quality!


that's grandma's back.

grandma met elvis on a couple occasions, at a tv station in texarkana and at a louisiana hayride. this was in his younger years when he was a hunka hunka burnin' love. grandma used to be crazy; it's no surprise doug is, too. she had an autographed picture of him, but either doug or aunt patty drew a mustache on it and some other junk when they were really little.

afterward we went to emma long so mom could see the spiders up close and personal.


this is spicewood springs road near the intersection of 360. i go down this road every day on my way home from work and pray my brakes don't go out. seriously, this bitch is like 45 degrees. see the little green street sign on the right? that's old spicewood springs road. it goes through bull creek greenbelt and takes you underneath 360 so you don't have to sit in all the traffic. it's very secretive.

anyway, somehow the spiders have multiplied, and i was freaking out. rather than one big pile as usual, there were four. bleeeeech. i'll put those pictures in my flickr some day.

speaking of flickr pics, the questionable area off of city park road, with the geodesic domes, has a sign out front with a number to call.

owen called it while we were sitting there. guess what? disconnected. i tell you, it's a government conspiracy.


when you see it, you'll shit bricks! i know only owen will know what the hell i'm talking about, but for you laypeople the subject matter of this photo is not the tree.


mom found a pirate in the woods.

so, after the brown family experienced nature and reached the a/c of their van huffing and puffing, we went to the austin antique mall, my single-most favorite store in this whole damn town. i found a mini version of my indonesian puppet that was only $5, a cool hotel keychain complete with key, two gigantic raggedy ann and andy dolls (seriously, like two feet tall each), A METAL RAMBO LUNCHBOX COMPLETE WITH PUFFY STICKERS OF MR. T, a rainbow camera strap that lets you wear it around your neck, and this fucking rock star avon poison ring that's huge. the best part? i didn't have to pay for any of it. it all got purchased as part of my birthday next month. yesss. i'll have to add the pictures of my spoils tomorrow. here are some random pictures from the place, though.


so demure.


"should i do some work today? nah, i'm a mexican!"


fucking wetback.

then! mom wanted to go to a whole foods, so we went to the swank one downtown since i haven't gone. it's pretty sweet. i wanted to take pictures of everything because the food is beautifully fresh, but i figured they'd bitch at me. so i just took this one of a wine label that makes me happy.

that place has electronic price tags for most of their products. that is so sweet. we got some fudge and i got a couple truffles that were $1.79 each. christ, i have never had chocolate that good. i guess you really do get what you pay for. i'm dying for some of that fudge, but we finally talked the 'rents into going to amy's for some quality creamed ice tonight.

anyhoo, we had to stop at albertson's on the way home after a trip to sam's, and this is the product of mine and sarah's boredom while waiting in the van.


i must admit, i have disgusting feet.



lazy eye and fake smile. quality picture all the way. ;)


it's the myspace kissy face pose. what's up with chicks and their kissy faces? they look horrible.


she hates when i lick her, which only makes me compulsively do it more.


you look like a monkey, and you smell like one, too.


mongler of cocks! again, i'm sure only owen can laugh at this.


that's just...wrong.


oh my! by the way, you can see my sixth finger! hooray for birth defects!

at least i ended on an okay picture, right? we were getting pretty scary toward the end. we gorged ourselves at catfish parlour tonight then went to amy's. you can get a free crush'n (crap added in, like m&ms) for guessing the movie quote. i proceeded to perform samuel l. jackson's pulp fiction monologue for the guys behind the counter:

what ain't no country i ever heard of! they speak english in what? english, motherfucker, do you speak it? say what again! say. what. again! i dare ya! i double dare ya, motherfucker, say what one more goddamn time!

the guy crushing our ice cream said he'd like to hear me recite the rest of the movie. ^_^ owen has told me before my ghetto dialects are eerily spot-on.

after much making fun of sarah and opening my birthday presents since i won't be at home then (info on spoils to come tomorrow as well), the family finally retired. now everyone's asleep but me, but what else is new? tomorrow morning we're getting up early (in theory) and eating at kerbey lane. THEN we get to go to the zooooo then see harry potter in 3D at the imax, then see the bats downtown! i'm stoked. and fucking tired.

<3, chels

p.s. troma thursday got cancelled this week. :( the following texts between me and JEW sum up the situation:
"for some reason there are 1.2 million people at troma. i'm too tired and grumpy for these masses."
"haha we so just left too."

seriously, there were like 80 people in line. what gives? gtfo newfags. where were you when it began?

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