Recovering

Nov 28, 2009 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up

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Night view of the Columbia from my be-garlanded porch.

I’ve been very absent around here, because I’ve been so overwhelmed with this virus. I’ve been run down since Halloween and I finally succumbed last week. I’m starting to recover and I promise I’ll be back to blogging very soon.

In the meantime, I thought I’d leave you with am example of what drug-induced dreaming looks like! IZ and I both are sick with this virus (I’m not saying how he got it, other than he was a willing participant and knew I was contagious going in!), and being stuffed up means lots of snoring. Lots of snoring means Wende doesn’t sleep and is grumpier than usual. So, to combat the issue and attempt some sleep, I’ve been using those foamy orange earplugs to dampen the sound.  One night, armed with earplugs and hopped up on cold medication I dreamed I was munching on grapes.  I woke up with this terrible taste in my mouth, only to discover that in my sleep I’d actually put an ear-plug in my mouth.  Feel free to laugh. Hard. We did. And then we coughed and blew our noses and laughed some more.

See you tomorrow. Don’t eat your earplugs tonight.

The Sound of Oregon in November

Nov 16, 2009 | This Life

We’re in the midst of a 36 hour blow. Two storms, really. The second front moved in this afternoon and we’re holding our breath that the power stays on. I thought you might like to hear the sound of Oregon in November. (and I’m on the end of it, if you listen closely!).

Home Tour

Nov 12, 2009 | In Photos, This Life

Our home is being featured over on Indie Fixx today. And  I thought all you Evidently readers would like to see the photos I submitted. Not all of them were used, but I was really flattered to have our little house included in the feature. Long term readers will recognize some of these photos, but a few are new, and now they’re all grouped together in one place. You’ll notice, there are no pictures of our favorite refrigerator!

Bang Bang

Nov 11, 2009 | This Life

What was I thinking?

I was thinking I needed a change but wasn’t really ready to hack off all my hair. I’m not all that distressed, despite kinda hating the new bangs. The crows feet on my eyes have me in a much greater dither—and the realization that I have hooded eyes.  How did I not notice that after all these years?  I spend as little time in front of a mirror as possible, but surely, I would notice the shape of my eyes. Right?

Anyhow, I’m putting up the photos as a sort of “proof” of my stupidity. (and for Heather, who started this  whole big bang theory on Facebook!) So that the next time I get to hankering for a change, I’ll rethink the “cut your hair” approach.  Next time, I’m going to go for the “Buy a New Wardrobe” approach. Or considering those crows feet, “Consider Dermabrasion” approach. Anything, but the bangs.

(and a total aside, my hairdresser is fabulous. I’m not loving the bangs, but that’s hardly her fault; I did ask for a change and something different.)

I Only Live Here

Nov 4, 2009 | Cat girl, It's a Dog's Life

a visit from miss sophie

It’s a good thing you’re cute. That’s all I’m saying, dog.

Dear Sophie,

You do not belong on my bed, in my studio, or in the laundry. Knock it off. And, yes, I know Snickers does it too, but we’re not talking about the cat. We’re talking about you. You, I still have some control over. Oh, and could you work on pooping the first time someone walks you in the rain? Thanks.

Dear Snickers,

We get it, you’re hell’s little minion. Now, stop corrupting the dog or I’m going to get you generic cat food the next time I’m at the store.

Rocking My World

Nov 3, 2009 | From the Kitchen, You Can't Make This Stuff Up

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Peppermint Whipping Cream. Yum!

Ok, this is really  an old picture of me (and someone’s cute bum) drinking a whipping cream-less mocha. Why? I have no idea, the picture is old. But I put it up because I don’t have a real picture of the can of Peppermint Whipping Cream that’s been rocking my world for the past two weeks. I should have a picture, but, um, I used the whole can up without taking one picture. And now it’s in the trash. And, I love you, but I’m not digging in the trash for you. Not even to get a photo of the thing that’s been rocking my world for the past two weeks. You’ll just have to take my word for it: Peppermint Whipping Cream rocks my world. It would have rocked past me’s world too if I’d known about then.

Somebody should be paying me for the advertisement. But, they’re not.