eddie would go....

here's a taste of what was going on at waimea today:

20-40 foot faces

this is how some people watch the eddie:

next up, pipe...

i guess size really does matter...

eddie was called off today-it was a bit too small. hopefully it will be on tomorrow. traffic, however, was INSANE. it took an hour to get from haleiwa to shark's cove.

pity, party of one...

okay so the job search has been going on for about two months now, to no avail, and in addition to driving myself crazy, i am sure my constant presence at home is driving my roommates crazy too. i hate this blasted economy. i wish i had graduated 10 years earlier, when having a bachelor's degree actually meant something. i have been applying to anywhere between 20-30 places, both in hawaii and in portland, everyday, and the only responses i have managed to solicit are ones that seem VERY sketchy. for example, one company wanted me to use their company's service to check my credit report in order to make sure that i was a 'reliable and trustworthy person'.

plus, it's getting harder and harder to get excited about jobs that i see postings for.  i am tired of being disappointed, and turned down by canned responses that go something to the effect of 'after reviewing your resume, you seem very qualified, but not quite right for this job', and if it's a job that i was really stoked on, then i get twice as mad.  

during the two years i worked at nsmh i hired pretty much anyone that came to me asking if we were hiring, so long as i knew and trusted them.  even when i was at ola,  i lobbied for my friends to get hired and always put in a good word.  where is all that job karma now?  not that i always expect things in return for doing a good deed, but i have always tried to help people whenever i could, so i feel like the universe could at least throw me a bone and guide me as to whether i should keep looking for a job here, or just take a huge leap of faith and go to portland...

not that i'm not enjoying my little hiatus from work, and i'm sure i'll bitch and moan about wanting a break once i'm employed agian...but it's kind of boring to be home with nothing to do but apply for an endless stream of jobs that i may or may not actually want to do. though the animals do keep me occupied, and so does tidying up after my roommates, but i miss working.  i like going out and earning money.  it makes me feel like i have purpose in my life, and that i'm not just floating.  plus, since i no longer need to wake up early in the morning, i don't, which is really throwing off my sleeping pattern, since i just stay up really late every night, knowing that i don't have to be anywhere in the morning.  although my messed up sleeping schedule did remind me of a great quote from one of my favorite shows:

carrie:  you're late

big:  no i'm not.  i'm on london time.

carrie:  london is five hours ahead.

big:  well then i guess i'm really fucking late.

i guess for now i'll just focus on making a copious amount of cookies to send out for the holidays.  that is if my beloved dog will stop eating the butter i set out on the counter to soften...

everything must go...

just a reminder, to those of you who happen to live on oahu, that kathleen and i will be having a huge yard sale this saturday-rain or shine.  (though hopefully it will be more shine than rain...)

come help kathleen, and possibly me, get to portland!!!!!!!!!!

here are a few of the items up for sale:

ironing board that hangs over the door-  $10

digital camera (nikon coolpix s9)- $50

window air conditioner 5000 btu-$50

flour and sugar containers- $3 each or both for $5

toaster oven- $15

all prices are negotiable/obo

did i mention i hate friday the 13th?

not that i necessarily believe in superstitions, but when i was chasing after my dog at 2:30 in the morning, in the rain, i may have been converted...

because i fell through the porch once i got back to the house, and it now looks like this:

and this is what my leg looked like a few days later:

being w.t. and the usual suspects...

so we had a yard sale last saturday.  and it looked like this:

could we be more white trash?

i have to say that the whole yard sale brought out all the usual suspects.

there was the lady who came early, bought one thing for two dollars, and paid with a fifty dollar bill.

the awkward lady that bought a lot of stuff, and had to pay partly in change.

the bossy lady that made her kids get out of the car and bring stuff up to her so that she could see it before buying it.

and various other enjoyable characters that came to see if they could find any hidden gems amongst the stuff we were selling.  

i hope next week is just as good...

would you still love me if i lived in one of these?

cause it might happen after we get kicked out of our house at the end of december.