Matter will move from high pressure to low pressure... darn it

As some of you may know, my husband Ryan and our friend Josh make vino in our garage. The whole set-up has really evolved into a complex process over the years and this year it grew even more... by about 2000 pounds to be exact.

This go round of wine-making began with 2800 pounds of fine Napa grown grapes. Unfortuantly, for Ryan, Josh and all of their willing consumers, the Fiasco Brother's Winery is down about 105 pounds as of last Thursday. Unfortunatly, for Brittaney the lost 105 pounds is all over the floor of the garage. Great.

You see, even with two science degrees and some advanced degree schooling under out belts Ryan and I were still unable to figure out that if you unscrew the cap on a cracked carboy of wine the pressure change might cause bad things to happen. To make a long story short... one loud pop and a flying piece of glass later Ryan and I were left standing in a sea of wine sludge that quickly spread across the garage floor. Yeah wine making!

I guess you can say that Ryan and Josh are living up to the winery name because it was a fiasco of epic proportions indeed.

Evesdropping on Strangers: Safeway After Dark

Normally, I frequent our local Safeway between the hours of 5pm and 8pm. Brave be the soul who travel there after eight o'clock at night. Last night Ryan and I braved the isles at a little afer nine and let me say... what a trip.

In front of us was quite the trio. Three girls, around 20 years of age, two of them together and the other one behind them in line. The single girl asked one of the pair if she went to Capitol (which I looked up... it is an independent study high school in Sacramento). Yes she did.

Come to find out the single girl (who I will refer to as "fakie" as she had a very fake tan and some suspiciously fake looking breasts) just graduated and was "sort of" going to college. The girl from the pair (who I will refer to as "womb for rent"... more on that later) had graduated from Capitol a few years ago. Fakie was buying some frozen peas, so was Womb for Rent (WFR)--WFR was going to eat hers, fakie was going to put them on her boyfriends black eye--awesome.

But wait, there's more... come to find out that WFR had married her high school "sweetheart" (I use the term loosely) because their senior year, after havig a huge fight with WFR, he got in an accident and totaled the other driver' car. Their respective parents forbid them from seeing each other after the incident and, seeing as they were 18 already, they decided to get hitched instead. Fakie's response to the story, "Yeah, sometimes parents can be so stupid. Like they could stop you from seeing someone you had been with for, like (pause for effect) YEARS." Uh-huh.

Even better, WFR had a daughter with Mr. Car Accident (MCA) and currently stayed home with her daughter even though they were essentially destitute. How poor were they you ask? MCA had a full ride to Davis on an academic scholarship but dropped out because gas was too expensive. Yeah, he sounds like someone smart enough for college.

But on to the kicker. To make money WFR is going to be a surragate mother starting next month, which makes me wonder, how desperate are people? I mean, I would rather grow mine in a test tube, that's all I'm saying.

Anyway, to conclude, Safeway after dark: Good place to find a gallon of milk, bad place to find a sense of hope in the future of mankind. Just saying.