kamiak

how many months have i been here? how pathetic that i'm only now hiking up kamiak butte, one of the only non-farmland scenic areas around here. actually i did go a couple of times before, once not too long after moving here (it was closed due to risk of forest fires) and once about a month ago (i got a phone call and ended up being lame and just sitting and talking on the phone). oh, also for the more advanced reader, there is a list of the native plants on the butte. this picture didn't quite capture the rolling hills down below (it makes it look flatter than it really is) but pullman is off in the hazy horizon (also not all that apparent). it was so beautiful today that i was really bitter to have to return to work tonight to start a week of overnights. poo.

p.s. sarah had to get six stitches. :(

good times in the ER

my internmate sarah got nailed by a dog tonight while she was working, so i took her over to the local emergency room. but no sooner had we filled out her personal information when they whisked her away to some secret room to examine her wounds and left me out in the waiting room. of course, the most horrible tv i could possibly ask for is on: larry king live taking calls about princess di's death. argh. at least there's a wireless connection in the hospital that i can pick up. and it would be nice if someone would give me some kind of timeline here...it's been like an hour. am i supposed to just sit here indefinitely? can i go home, take a shower, change clothes, and come back? there's not even a skanky couch here that i can sprawl out on, and it's getting to be that time of night where i really need to. i wonder if she's getting sutures right now.

ooh, in other news, i submitted a job application today. how exciting.

nothing

here's me with my arch enemy, ronald mcdonald. look at him with his sinister grin. yeah, i have no idea where i was going with that one, i just think it's a funny picture. oh crap, i just realized i said "arch enemy." didn't mean to make such a horrible, horrible pun.

i think my refrigerator is reaching maximum condiment capacity. there should be a rule that when those little jars of things no longer fit in the compartments in the door it's time to stop. but for some reason we haven't been able to control ourselves with the sauces, and the dressings, and the olives...i don't even know what the hell is in that door anymore.

my easter

you can't tell, but it's snowing
dog vs. porcupine