Spring Break

These are all the things I considered titling this post and didn't, and why I didn't:

Spring Break 2011: boring
Spring Breakout: copyright infringement
Spring Ballzout: I didn't end up going to that concert
Spring Breakup: didn't happen, didn't want to worry anyone
Spring Breakfast: did happen, but still boring

How about a nice hot plate of Spring Break Special, whatever that means.

So here is the spring break news, now that it's almost over and I have to restructure my life around alarm clocks and planned meal times again.

Seattle is still great, but still too big, and Haylee is still awful at giving directions, but her new apartment is awesome. We got our gas siphoned on Capitol Hill and bottomless hashbrowns (made with butter and love, as the trivet in my mother's kitchen says all things should be) at Beth's Cafe on Aurora, neither of which were activities we had planned on doing.

My parents' vegetable garden is ready for action. This year the fertilizer was equal parts horse manure, cow manure, and sawdust (which, oddly enough, is the same thing people in Ellensburg put in their coffee) and made the bed warm and rich.

Clark has a blog now. It is new as of today or yesterday or something so there's not a lot to it yet, but it's basically an online resumé, where you'll be able to hear what he produces for bands and a couple radio stations in town. In case you wanted to.... hire him.... or just look at his handsome yellow face all day long.

Have any of you guys read The God-Damned Giver? Or A Wrinkle in Time? If you have, how come you didn't tell me to do so before now? If you haven't, why haven't you? Those are really good books! I think I like science fiction! (Cue confetti, parades, and press conferences if you wish but I still will not be reading Hyperion.)

Despite, or perhaps because of, her poor sense of direction, Haylee has expressed interest in joining the illustrious Giant Spider Society, largely due to the fact that she spends most of her days in front of a computer, somewhat similar to Olive circa July 2010. If she ends up writing for us, we can expect some or all of the following: feminism, dumpster diving successes and failures, tales about her newly pseudo-adopted cats East and West, Yiddish, weird vegetarian recipes, hints about where to get tea in Seattle, updates on "grad school," and stories that begin with (though not annoyingly so) "When I was in [insert foreign country name here]....."