Christmas 2007 was the Year of the Grill.


Please note that I said 2007. As in, nearly 2 years ago.


First, my dad gave me this grill. It’s very cool. The grill plates come off so you can wash them easily. There are also other plates that I never use, like a waffle dealie and I think a flat surface thing.





My mother, gave me this, which is really a Panini press. Which I have never once used. Which is weird cause I wanted it *very* badly.



My mom and stepdad also gave me a gas grill.


When I got it, it looked like this.







Now I ask you …

Do I look like someone who puts stuff together?









I know, how unfeminist of me, but whatever. I am completely mechanically disinclined. I can barely put together my Cuisinart.

But back to the grill …


Two years, and a very butch girlfriend*, a wannabe butch girlfriend*, a semibutch roommate*, a “is butch but won’t claim it” girlfriend, and a straight chick who builds stuff for a living and the pieces were scattered all over my porch. (Wait. All that complaining yesterday about no relationships and I have had THREE girlfriends in the last two years.)

One hour and
a studmuffin brother-in-law* later and I have a gas grill!









Yay, me!

And, yes, I *know* I can’t *use* the grill on my porch. It’s just there for now. Until I get ready to grill something. Settle down.

* There were *going* to be pictures of all of them, but by the time I got all these other pictures to work, I was tired of trying to figure out how to make the pictures smaller and line up, so I just decided that to hell with it. I linked to their pictures on Flickr. Go look over there, if you’re interested.