Giving the ol' Double Deuce!

Ever notice how your tongue is a good indicator of you health? Eastern doctors have been using tongue reading techniques for years. Since I am of Eastern ancestry, I feel that I am qualified to give out a handy tongue guide.

Your Tongue Color is:
Red, like a nice juicy piece of fruit = You're pretty healthy or you drink enough water. My tongue is now like this pretty often since I started taking multi-vitamins from Costco.

White, kinda pasty red = This is how my tongue always used to be. I always had dry mouth from downing too much Sudafed for my sinus condition. Breathing in searing hot steam on a semi-regular basis freed me from the tyranny of Sudafed. This could also mean that you might be getting sick if your tongue is usually red. You probably need to drink more water and get some rest.

White, kinda creamy = That's probably just morning tongue. You know. The tongue you get in the morning. If your tongue is like this after you've brushed your teeth, you should probably drink lots more water and write apology notes to anyone sitting next to you on the bus.

White, kinda greenish = This is just the worst! You're probably sick, have severe halitosis, or both. Drink Listerine or Scope stat. People nearby, your houseplants, and the greenhouse effect will thank you. I've met people with this color tongue, whenever they spoke, it was like ghosts of the undead were escaping or something.

Bonus: If you bought that plastic tongue scraper I've seen on infomercials, please let me know so that I can try to sell you other useless things and take your money.

It's iocane powder, I bet my life on it!

Ahhhh... it's late and it's quiet and I'm blogging once again. So much has happened this past week it's insane! Work has been relentless, I'm getting new insurance, and the whole weekend was dedicated to Melissa and Sean's wedding activities (pics to come).

It started Friday night with a trip to Ireland's 32. 'twas and okay time there and it was fun to see who's related to people you know and also to order drinks from a surly Irish bartender. On Saturday, we ate at the Orchard Hotel (Vignette) where the amazing food was only surpassed by their excellent staff. I got to take my new suit out for a spin and Cathryn looked ravishing in a polka dotty dress (small dots, not huge 80's style ones). The next day we dragged ourselves out to Angel Island where we were greeted by beautiful weather and friendly park rangers.

Oh yeah, getting back to the whole switching insurance thing, my new potential insurer required that I get an automatic shutoff valve for my gas main. Yes, I can hear everyone's eyes glazing over right about now, but if you or someone you know owns a home in California, I would say spread the word about giving it serious consideration. Many people don't even know how to shut off their gas main and getting this little dohickey installed is supposed to do the trick all on its own. Installation is $250 for most homes, up to $400 for larger homes or for homes with more intensive gas needs. It's hard to put a price on safety, but it's usually less costly than having your place explode (the only upside being if some squirrels are caught in the explosion). Call 1.866.723.8178 for more info.

p.s. All the casks were from a company wine tour in Napa and the table shot is from Triple Rock. I love taking those table shots!

a shameless plug for Matt

I almost forgot to do this... Matt Lindgren, fiance to one of my favorite people in my life and all around great guy, is now practicing as a Marriage and Family Therapy Intern in San Francisco, Livermore, and Concord. I cannot speak to his professional qualifications as he has not treated me, but I can speak about his kindness, integrity, and high character (and goofiness).

If you or someone you know could find use of his expertise, please visit http://www.matthewlindgren.com to find out more info.

fun at Chevy's

Phonecam shots from a recent b-day dinner for my sister at Chevy's. She really, really, didn't want to wear the hat, so I got it :) We're eating some fried ice cream desert thing. It was really good, but I'm sure qualifies as a weapon of some sort because of its caloric deadliness.

I think my parents are happier these days now that they've settled into retirement. There are definitely more photos of them happy now than I ever remember while growing up. Our parents sacrafice so much for us! Love to my moms and my pops :) :) :)

the trouble with trivial

Photos from a nice dinner at Bocca Di Beppo's. There's nothing like a nice BART car to yourself and a virgin mary-like figurine to watch over you whilst you consume mass quantities of carbohydrates (so... goood....) We also drank some sort of weird shots that tasted like kerosene mixed with propane mixed with gasoline mixed with mint and lime. It was yukky, but STRONG like bull and hit harder than G Bush looking for invisible weapons in a sovereign nation.

In random internet news, I found this really cool conceptual clip on YouTube that shows a guy named Noah Kolina who takes a photo of himself everyday for 6 years (he's a photographer, natch). The clip besides being very conceptually intersting is scored by an amazing piano performance by Carly Comando (yes, that's her name). I found her profile on MySpace and you can download her song there if you like.

my yam really IS this big

I just couldn't resist posting this additional shot from our Salt Point trip. Thanks to Laquel for providing most excellent photography services :)