Back from Oregon

I love Portland! The traffic was mellow, it hardly rained the whole week I was there, they have hiking and culture. Needless to say, it was really great to get the hell out of crazy land, er, I mean, LA. J's brother, his wife and daughter are about the nicest people one could ever hope to meet. They fed us extravagant meals and took all of our money playing poker. They even let us play with their puppy, a yellow labrador retriever named Malone. It was a very welcome respite. I don't want to try to write the name of the waterfall above because I can't remember how it's spelled and I don't want any angry former Oregonians sending me hate mail. Needless to say, it was very beautiful.

Sorry about the lack of artistry on the picture placement. I'm no Keli when it comes to the blog.
In other news: Tomorrow and Sunday I shoot a short film. I will post stuff on it when I have more information myself. And I have two jobs now (well, I guess three if you count tutoring), one waiting tables, and the other working as a hostess at a hoity-toity country club. The money is good, let's just put it that way. I start the serving job on Monday and the country club on Saturday, and somewhere in between I have to find time to tutor my student. Ugh!

Blame it on Mom

This is how lucky I am. This is homemade sushi, made by sweet J. Hand-rolled, painstakingly wrapped and cut. Notice the super cute sushi set and our fabulous dishes from Pier One. For those of you who don't know, J spent two years performing in Japan. He loves sushi. Being a Hiatt and someone who relies heavily on condiments, I was a little skeptical at first to be sure. But truthfully, I like raw salmon better than I like it cooked. I had tried a california roll and didn't think much of it, simply because it's the most basic roll you can get.

The picture above is how unlucky J is. Notice how wonderfully burnt they are. It takes skill to murder sweet potato fries that badly, and I did it with aplomb, I must say. See, it's a New Year's resolution of mine to read the directions on things. I never do simply because it seems like a waste of time. "Yeah, yeah, " I think, "Put them in the oven at blahblahblah. I get it." Now, sweet potato fries don't come with directions, but I did look it up online. And in my defense, I did do what was asked. Maybe it's the lack of altitude, or perhaps my lack of domestic skills, or the rapidity of gas cooking. Who knows? Now, I named this posting after Mom with love in my heart. Keli and I, at the very least, are the first people to admit that our thoughtful partners are WAAAAAY better cooks than we are. Dad, as we know, is more likely to be found behind the counter than Mom, fingers deep in some kind of red meat.

What else? Hmmmmm, I spent the day at some state school slightly east of here doing tutor recruiting. I still work for that place, but I am currently in hot pursuit of something that actually pays bills. But it was very nice today to be out in the sunshine, talking to people. These two cute boys (and I mean boys....like 20) who just moved to LA from Washington state took a shine to me and hung around my table all day. One is represented by Ford Models, and the other looked like a much cuter version of Frankie Munoz. I think the want me to be their mom...or big sister at least. But they helped the day go by quickly and moved my table when I was done! All in all a great day!