Friday, March 19, 2010


Multnomah Falls. Mike assures me that this photo is a bit of an illusion. My sweet punkin is NOT actually about to topple off to his death. There is supposedly a long ledge behind him. I was in the gift shop recovering from a long hike with some retail therapy so I am not responsible for this lovely, if terrifying, shot.

Right after this hike I decided to take up jogging.

We took a gorgeous hike in the Rogue Valley as well. Mama was huffin and puffin and vowing to take up jogging immediately if not sooner by the time we reached the top. Darn kids practically ran the entire way, and 21 year old Aunt Sarah was also making me look bad. But it was so worth it and I would love to have a spot like that near me. Right after I take up jogging.

We were so close to the coast that it seemed silly to not go. Unemployed we may be. But we have Holiday Inn points to spend, and Mo's World Famous Chowder House was calling our names. So...we took a weekend vacation.

It's the responsible thing to do.
Uhhh, yeah, there is no illusion in this one. They ARE rather close to toppling off the cliff which pretty much gave Sarah a coronary. Which made them want to get even closer to the edge. Which made her want to throw up. Which made them scoot closer. Which made her smack em and chase them back down the mountain. While I lugged my booty ever farther behind and promised myself to take up jogging.

Anna running from the icy waves.

My baby girl.

After a day of vacationing, there's only one thing to do: pass out on the hotel bed.

Yaquina Head lighthouse. 114 steps to the top.

I am taking up jogging.

A bat ray at the aquarium. A good place for Mike to sing the entire four trillion verses of the B52s Rock Lobster as we wandered through.

Muggin' for the camera.

There are also fish under the glass on the floor. So of course the proper way to view them is to throw yourself prostrate on it and graciously allow everyone else to walk over the top of you.

If anyone knows a surefire way to get a shot of three kids with smiles and open eyes and no bunny ears or sticking out tongues or fingers up their noses ALL AT THE SAME INSTANT, I am open for suggestions.

What is it with me and shots from the back? I just find them ever so artsy.

Yes, of course we all sang "Yellow Submarine."

He's special.

I was going to include a couple shots of my brothers, who I also got to spend some time with, but once again, I can not get a single shot with out bunny ears, crossed eyes, and nose picking, and they're in their 40s, not their terrible twos. Thanks, buttheads.
Back in Idaho now and if we don't have some good news, in the form of employment, soon, then I will start charging you all money to read this blog. But you wouldn't pay and then I'd get depressed and start eating too many Cheez-its and that would directly affect the stellar results I am about to see from practically, almost, thinking about taking up jogging.


  1. Beeeeeautiful. Oh it made me jealous because the Oregon coast is one of my FAVORITE spots to hit (hence the eating of MY Cheezits!). Jogging...hmmm...interesting thought...which is all it will be. I can jog on my Wii though! Thanks again for sharing, and I would probably pay to read it FYI!

  2. did you mention something about jogging...? didn't catch that.

  3. Being essentially homeless and not having great news yet in the employment sector, you should easily be able to get a YMCA membership for next to nothing (or nothing) and then you could watch TV, plugged in with headphones, while jogging, while not going anywhere, with about 20 others who are all plugged into different TV shows, jogging, and not going anywhere, or making eye contact, while your kids have blast in the pool waiting for you.

  4. BTW - I have a picture of my girls next to that same ledge watching a fuzzy caterpillar inch along. The caterpillar was the height of our trip to Portland, the coast, whale-watching, and Multnomah - go figure. :)

  5. Lorna, I would (jog at the Y) but you'd probably be on the treadmill next to me, making me look bad. Or you'd kidnap me and force me to join one of your bootcamp fitness grueling thingabobs and I would DIE. But at least I'd leave a skinny corpse.

    Or we could just go for margaritas?

  6. margaritas at 5:30am????!!!! you're so bad. (tee hee). Unfortunately, just half the of the equation won't leave a skinny corpse. I've got this exercise thing DOWN, and I'm still two sizes bigger than I want to be. You have to eat right AND exercise. How about this deal. You eat right, and I'll exercise. Then we'll go out for margaritas . . . what do you think about that plan?

    in all seriousness, we do need another girls' night.

  7. and yes - e-mailing the comment would have prevented your vast blog-following crowd from having to be a party to this mish-mash. :)