You dirty dogs.
I write post after post with photos and updates and whatever else, all of it mildly received (at best), and then I do a myspace survey and the whole dang blog blows up. Apparently all y'all like reading inane shit sometimes. Anyway, since then, I done got busy. I don't know why I'm talking like a hick, maybe because it's past midnight and I'm feeling a little loopsy. I've had nonstop visitors for the last three weeks, and my house sometimes feels like a hostel with people always coming through and me only stopping long enough between them to clean their sheets and towels. I've got my last visitor coming this week, and I'm so SO excited to see her, but before we get to that, let's look at some mediocre photos of the last couple of weeks.
I took myself to the movies to see Boyhood. I did not like it very much at all, and I think I'm in the minority on that one but I'm just going to have to live with that. Had it been about a real family I would have found it completely fascinating, but staging all these small moments in the kid's life just seemed a little silly to me.
We went to the craft store.
We didn't buy these, but we should have.
Darts were thrown. I love a good game of darts (or three), but I'm starting to get particular and I only want to play with metal-tipped darts on cork boards.
We went for a morning hike, and I realized that this kid weighs a lot more in the backpack than he did a year ago.
We didn't find Bigfoot, but it wasn't for lack of trying.
I admired flowers because what else is new.
We went to the Oregon Zoo!!!!! And I thought about stealing this sign to bring home with me.
We ran around the backyard all afternoon, stopping at times to pick tomatoes, and I managed to make this miniature crop circle before he walked over and started throwing them.
I made a miniature friend. I feel like as a child I used to see so many more red ladybugs. I wonder why that is. Maybe because I'm not so low to the ground anymore.
We threw flowers at each other.
I loved every second.
And then my dear and darling Jim came to visit! His first request was Jack in the Box. He got a taco that didn't much look like a taco, but he ate it anyway.
We hauled off to the woods in the rain and tried to make the best of it.
On a clear day, you'd see Mount Hood in this photo. Womp womp.
It rained on us for more of the day than not.
A summation of our camping trip.
I forgot to mention that Jim wore a poncho for the duration of the evening. I settled for a raincoat like a normal human being.
We woke up the next day and it was still gloom city, so we packed up our junk and got outta there.
Somehow, someway, Jim had never been to the ocean before. So we did something I've always wanted to do and woke up in the mountains and got to the beach in the afternoon.
Jim liked my favorite stretch of coast as much as I do, which was a relief. I think we were both just mainly relieved that it wasn't raining anymore.
We read funny facts about our old high school classmate turned NFL player.
He was concerned about something, apparently.
On Monday the sun came out and we hightailed it to the river, like one does out here.
I jumped off some rocks and Jim documented it.
Then Jim left and an old family friend showed up and we ate tamales.
And this little prince looked cute as ever.
I decided to make up for the rainy weekend and drive back to the mountains on Friday to catch a glimpse of this view.
And then I had this whole lake to myself, which was incredible beautiful.
And then Frame and I spent half an hour trying to talk. It never worked. He tries every day though, so I really admire his determination.
Kari and I (did I mention she lives with me now? I don't think I did. She lives with me now. If you are my friend in real life then you obviously already know this. And if you aren't my friend in real life then what the heck are you doing here?) spent Friday night at Multnomah. It was her first time! My tenth. At least.
And then we hiked to the top in the name of exercise, which was embarrassingly difficult.
I stopped to take a lot of photos, partly because it was beautiful and partly because my legs were telling me that they were not going to move one more step.
Theres a 600 foot waterfall right below her. She gave me a brief rundown of her will before she hopped that fence.
I don't give the Gorge enough attention. I'm always either in the mountains or at the beach, but the Gorge is really where it's at.
This marionberry cobbler was also where it's at.
We went to the beach! And slept over!
I poked around on the cliffs by myself because apparently I have no concern for safety.
We made a short stop at Rogue, which was pretty effin impressive.
The city greeted us with its finest.
I took this photo no more than 45 seconds after waking up, because although I could tell that something very unnatural was happening with my bangs, I decided I needed visual proof. Thank god for that decision.
And then I bought a box full of summer.
All that remained after boiling, blanching, peeling, cutting, pitting, jarring, and boiling tomatoes for my grandma. Because when a 97-year-old woman wants canned tomatoes to keep her happy for the winter, you stay up til midnight to make sure it happens. (But don't tell her because it's a Christmas surprise.)
The end. I'm exhausted just reliving these last two weeks. Goodnight.