(Published on Saturday. Better late than never!) Last weekend Amanda and I went to the Carpinito Pumpkin Patch. It wasn't as great as Remlinger Farms last year, but it was decent considering we saved an hour drive time. Here are the pictures:
The legend of the Three Wolf Moon shirt
For those who caught The Office last night, you might have noticed Dwight wearing a Three Moon Wolf shirt to pick up a chick (which he successfully did).
This bit was based on the awesomeness that are the reader comments for the Three Moon Wolf on Amazon. READ THE REVIEWS.
Here are some examples:
I'm not saying the Three Wolf Moon t-shirt grants you eternal life. I'm just not saying it doesn't.
I bought my boyfriend this t-shirt for his birthday. Once he had it on I became pregnant. We've never had sex. Thanks, Three Wolf Moon.
Unfortunately I already had this exact picture tattooed on my chest, but this shirt is very useful in colder weather.
The true story of the Three Moon Wolf shirt is that its design is based on old-world folklore about sexuality. On a full moon, if a man heard three wolves howling in unison, then it meant that he and his wife were meant to conceive.*
Guys, truth be told, I wore the Three Moon Wolf shirt on my first date with Amanda. Look at me now.
*Paolo just made this up.
Demin wars: Return of the Levi
Amanda and I ventured to the Supermall in Auburn on Sunday with one mission in mind: Find jeans at Nordstrom Rack. After hearing your feedback and some soul-searching, we felt like the Rack would be the ideal spot for low prices and a range of high-caliber denim. Who doesn't love a nice Rack?
I tried on a few different brands, but Amanda and I mutually agreed that the Lucky's fit me best. Echoing my earlier statements, some jeans didn't get around my butt. Others tried suffocating my thighs. The Lucky's were baggy enough in the legs and fit my butt and waist in a comfortable way. I bought two pairs.
We thought we could head home, but something about shopping and being in a mall makes you desperately hungry. I know in Vegas they pump the air with oxygen so that you feel like you need less sleep. At the mall they must pump the air with some metabolism-boosting chemical that makes you want to chew off your own leg.
We were on our way to the food court when we saw the Levi outlet. Amanda suggested that we take a look. Couldn't hurt, right?
Oh the glorious options! I couldn't believe how many different styles, cuts and washes they had. Women don't really get this, but guys usually have very few options at clothing stores. Usually, that's OK. Think about it: Most stores are weighted approximately 2/3 toward women and 1/3 toward men in terms of inventory and selection. It makes sense. Women shop more frequently and usually wear more articles of clothing. Sometimes though, more options are good for guys, too. Especially in the jeans department.
I tried on probably eight or ten different Levi jeans in different cuts, washes and sizes. I've never done that before.
I hated it.
Seriously, getting jeans on and off and on and off just sucks. I ran a sweat through the labor and feeling that I was wasting my life in a plywood shower stall. This is where Brother Bear's "I shop for jeans at Costco" argument comes into play.
When all was said and done, I found a pear of jeans I really liked - the 559s (Relaxed Straight). They were $32 on sale. I returned one of the pair of Lucky jeans that was my least favorite and actually saved $15 by trading out for a pair of Levi's.
When we got home, Sergio repeated his recommendation that Levi 501s (Classic Fit) shrink-to-fit jeans are the way to go. He was serious about it, just as he was serious about shrinking his 501s when he first bought them. You'll learn more about that momentarily. After hearing Sergio out, I went to Fred Meyer (who buys jeans at Fred Meyer?) last night to buy the 501 shink-to-fit jeans.
Now I've got three new pairs of jeans and spent just over $100. I feel good about the selection and range and am most happy that I don't have to worry about buying jeans again for at least another year! Until then...
Here's more about Sergio's 501 shrink-to-fit recommendation:
I blame my accident on toast
I look and feel like a 2-year-old today. My hands are bandaged up like a little guy learning how to walk.
I crashed and burned during an early morning jog. Now my hip is sore from absorbing the fall and my hands are burning from some combination of disinfectants and tweezing gravel out from under the skin. Is fitness worth such trials?
Amanda and I have renewed our commitment to daily exercise after a month-long lapse. We made the mistake of staying up too late last night watching Cold Case. It was tough getting up this morning, but I was INSISTENT that we go running.
We had a good pace the entire run and on the way back, just a few blocks away from our house, my right toe caught the lip of an elevated piece of sidewalk. Don't most car accidents happen within a mile of your home? Must be the same for jogging.
I was slow getting up. Amanda and I tried to figure out what happened. Sure, some tree roots kicked up that part of the sidewalk, but what else is new? I've been told by everyone I know that I drag my feet. That must have had something to do with it.
We tried to remember what we were talking about before I bit asphalt.
Oh yeah.
Amanda told me it smelled like toast - fresh, hot bread - outside. I turned to her just then to agree, my mind focused on catching that wave of toast in the air. And that's when I fell.
I blame it all on the toast.
Foto Friday: The easy life
If you've got a guitar and phone, what else do you need? Seriously.