DC jumbo slice pizzas

Indiana thunderstorms

On our way east, headed to Indiana for a Price family reunion.
We broke the trip up into a five day journey to help shorten the drives.

After Reno we stayed in Salt Lake City which besides the Mormon headquarters,



is a pretty cool city with a fairly strong subculture.

We were given a tour of the grounds around the Tabernacle by two foreign mormons (you're not allowed to go into the Temple if your not mormon).

They asked us repeatedly if we were interested in joining the church and if we wanted to sign up today.
We declined.

Blog Window: Isis Oasis exotic birds

Poison Oak Update: Part 2

Before:
That's right the poison oak was in my eye lid.


After:
Because of Laney's adventure in poison oak, mine was able to be cured much faster. Almost gone.

This is how peaches the bird raises the roof.

I (jameson) just started working with the birds, feeding and general care. They are very fun to work with.

Part 1:










Part 2:



The Youth Minister


The Motorcyclist


The 1990's


Baby Face

Poison Oak Update

So Laney's poison oak has gotten much better.


Even though our camera is busted, you can see how it is disappearing on her neck. It barely itches now.

Jameson on the other hand.

Temple at Noon

Everyday at noon Lorean, the high priestess and founder of Isis Oasis, leads the community in a noon service. It entails singing songs, offering praises to Isis, lighting candles, ringing bells, breathing in "inner sanctum" and out "infinite space" (that spells ISIS, by the way) then looking in a mirror to ask yourself for three things to get you through the day (for example: kindness, patience and reality, were my requests for the day).



This is a video of the "noon song" sung by Lorean.
It was raining today so only four people showed up to service, Lorean, Laney and I being three of those four.
People around here, really hate the rain.

Laney's adventures in Poison Oak

I don't know when or how it happened but somehow I am covered with poison oak. From my chin to my legs, itchy, bumpy, nasty red poison oak has taken over.
I was always so proud thinking that I was immune to poisonous plants, until now I'd never had a case of poison ivy, oak, sumac, nothing! So last week, when I found a weird rash on my neck and one Californian friend says, "oh yea! looks like you've got poison oak!" I felt betrayed by mother nature.



It's horrible. It looks bad, it feels bad, it generally sucks. I would put it in the same category as being bitten by a hundred mosquitoes. Not fun.



The internet has led me to all sorts of ideas as to how to treat poison oak; baking soda and vinegar, oat meal mask, oat meal bath, cornstarch, tea tree oil, calamine lotion, lukewarm baths, cold compresses, and on and on. I faithfully tried almost every single one and none of them healed me.
A friend mentioned that often right next to where the poison oak grows there grows another plant called Manzanita which carries the antidote to the poison.



You see in the photo above the manzanita is the red barked tree.
Jameson and I had to go on an adventure driving along the country roads searching for this manzanita. We finally encountered the thing, chopped off a few branches and brought them home where we made pots and pots of tea out of the leaves and bark.



That night I took a bath in cold manzanita tea.
According to Native American legend, the poison oak should be cleared up in three days.
I'll let you all know what happens on Monday.

This is Roy and Dale, the two gay turkeys that live on Isis Oasis.
When they were first introduced to the property they were thought to be of opposite genders. Large fairly flightless birds end up working pretty well as either male/female or female/female, but most of the time two males will compete for dominance.

This is not the case with Roy and Dale, who are both male and are in love with each other. In fact they will get in quite a panic if one turkey finds himself on the other side of a fence or barrier without the other.

So instead of running the risk of loosing one another they typically avoid much roaming and just sit together beside a window so they can look at each others reflection.

That is until either a new car drives up, because they insist on greeting people and checking to see if the car is reflective enough to sit by it, or when Laney chases them around with her accordion. Both happen, regularly.