patio heat

I've never been a fan of summer. I think it's a dud of a season, unless you're living on the water. This summer has been unbearable. The heat.... it just won't stop. We're going on two solid months of mid 90s and above.

I took this photo through our window, so it's a little difficult to see. But that thermometer reads 122 degrees.

the center of the watermelon

When my sister and I were children, watermelon was a summer staple in our house. My mom would always ask us to help cut it up, which was a pain because you had to lay out newspapers and it made a lot of waste. We'd sit on the counter next to the watermelon, "helping" my mom as she sliced half of it up for dinner. Then we'd fight over the center.

The center of the watermelon is the juiciest and best part of the watermelon. When we were growing up, seedless watermelon wasn't as common, and the middle was the only part sans seeds. It was delicious. And worth fighting for.

Now that I'm grown up, I'm free to eat the center whenever I want. And I do. But I'm still worried my mom will catch the remnants of my indulgence and yell, "WHO ATE THE MIDDLE OF THE WATERMELON?!"

Summer 2010

It's been really hot.

Also:
Turned 28.


Sarah Winchell visited me.


I decorated this 4th of July cake Sandy made. America!

at least somebody enjoys the sun

Bonnaroo 2010

The fountain: a dirty relief from the heat