Seventeen and too lazy to be God:

A conversation with Indy went like this:

Indy: are there wildflowers?

me: yes.

Indy: so no one planted them?

me: that's right.

Indy: so if no one planted them, how did they get here?

me: I don't know, God i guess.

Indy: i don't think so.

me: you don't? why not?

Indy: because Duck is too lazy to garden.


(ok, OMG, Duck is always saying he is God... i love Indy sometimes)

Happy Birthday Dakota. I can't believe you are 17.

im the king of the brittons... the who?!?!... the brittons.

So, we went to the Renaissance fair... yeah, we are white and nerdy. It was actually fun. I got a killer sun burn, but the food was good, the jousting was entertaining, and we were with David. (for those of you who are comically challenged, the above picture is two people doing the monty python bit... coconuts and all)

oh and so Indy cheered for the blue knight, and daddy cheered for the black knight... the black knight killed the blue knight, later as we were strolling the fair, the black knight was also strolling and indy hollered at him about killing "his knight". the black knight thrust out his hand and apologized. it really was a great day

ciao

pulling pork

One of the many benefits of marrying a southern boy:

This man can grill! He starts a day ahead of time, dry rubbing and marinating, then grills all day, over apple wood (cut from the tree at our old house) then he pulls it all, drizzles it in sauce and puts it on buns... even with two whole pork shoulders nothing will be left tonight except 11 satisfied tummies... and one very happy dog who is currently contentedly crunching pork bones.

His amazing food always makes my pathetic contribution of homemade potato salad and fresh sliced watermelon pale in comparison.

a few glimpses of our day

Well, you see, it started out innocently enough. We decided that we had been under so much pressure lately that we just HAD TO HAVE a day out. A family day. You can tell how thrilled Indy was by this idea. We couldn't get him to crack a smile. Not one. He wanted to stay home and play with his buddies, but NOOO, mommy made him sit strapped into the car, for HOURS.When we finally got to the very top of Mary's peak everything was grey, cloudy, about 45 degrees and WINDY!! it was tons of fun though, even though we all shivered.Indy noticed that Oncle Nate didn't bring binoculars, so he made his own.Then, he raced Oncle Nate back tot he truck... sticking out his tongue and taunting the whole way!

Well, here's where it gets a bit sticky... I hadn't been the Waldport way (hwy 34) in ages and ages and years; eons really. So we continued along to the beach. Indy loves the beach and was pleased to ride the rest of the way there. He didn't even get car sick on the 40 miles of twisty mountain switch-backs. It was warm and mild and wonderful on the coast:There were jelly fish on the beaches and photo-ops galore, and as per usual... my short hop, just 22 miles to Mary's Peak, became an all day thing and the sky turned red as we come into our beloved valley to end the night.

We love to wander our state, but to come back home at the end of the day... that's what its all about.

bad moon risin'

looking out my backdoor...


that ccr concert influenced me, i guess... since a few days later i am looking out my backdoor at the bad moon rising. at least i wasn't down on the corner or stuck in Lodi. hehe.

actually, i am just happy to see the clouds rolling in. we might head over to Newport today... i hear 45ish mph winds, and that's always nice on the beach at places like devils punchbowl. i even heard there might be some thunder and lightening maybe even hail on our Pacific shoreline. we might not. maybe we will head off to Mary's peak. or maybe we will sit right here and do nothing.

probably do nothing. thats the easiest option. cheaper, too.

ciao

Carnage:

I must warn you, the following images are not for the squeamish or faint of heart... These photographs are so vivid and graphic, I can't be responsible for any health concerns caused by viewing them... please, if you have a heart condition, turn away, now.

I present here some very disturbing images of the carnage caused by our four legged death machine:

As you can see by the extreme emotion shown by Indiana, this monster is a real felon... he stole our hearts. what?!?! you didn't see the sarcasm coming... you should know me better by now!

Our child (heck, our entire family) will probably never be the same for his close association with the chubby handicapped dog who was given a second chance at life by Waggin Inn Rescue (if you stumbled in here, and are looking for a pet please check them out at http://dogtime.com/shelters/US-OR/6319-eugene-waggin-inn-rescue )

ciao