Monday, December 31, 2012

Shipwreck at Fort Stevens and Hoyt Arboretum

We went to the beach on a whim Friday.

It was rainy and shitty outside. The drive over the snowy pass was not too fun, but seeing the ocean made it all worth it.

Something about the power of the ocean. So majestic and strong. It helps me regain my bearings. Reset and recharge.

Here's one of my favorite pictures and a photo album:

We also went to Hoyt Arboretum yesterday to enjoy the sun. First completely sunny day in more days than I can count. We walked the trails, had a breath taking view of  Mt. St. Helens, did some yoga in the sun and played with twigs. It felt so good to have the sun on my face.

I think that's it for 2012!

Jason and I are going to a 3 hour yoga retreat in the morning to set out intentions and focus for 2013. We have some pretty big goals and drastic changes that we plan to implement this year in order to increase our health and happiness. Starting 2013 at a place where we feel strong, safe, and fortified seems like the perfect way to embark on the new year and the challenges it will bring.

See ya next year!


This is a great "phoenix" song -- seemed appropriate for the last day of the year. The yuke is so bright and words are simple, yet comforting and encouraging.

Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold

Gonna rise up
Find my direction magnetically

"Rise" by Eddie Vedder from the Into the Wild soundtrack.

Such is the way of the world
You can never know
Just where to put all your faith
And how will it grow

Gonna rise up
Burning back holes in dark memories
Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold

Such is the passage of time
Too fast to fold
And suddenly swallowed by signs
Low and behold

Gonna rise up
Find my direction magnetically
Gonna rise up
Throw down my ace in the hole

Friday, December 21, 2012

Happy Winter Solstice!

"The seasonal significance of the winter solstice is in the reversal of the gradual lengthening of nights and shortening of days."

I'm so happy that the winter solstice is finally here! Today is the shortest day of the year. It's been getting dark by 4:30pm recently and I'm so excited for the cycle to shift and the days start to getting longer again. I can't wait until the days end after 9pm and the sun is up by 5:30am. The farmer in me craves the long days and a hospitable growth environment.

We have some overwintering purple broccoli, bok choy, garlic, onions, chard and spices. They are interesting to watch, but definitely stunted by the temperatures and lack of light. I feel like the winter solstice is like getting over the hump. We've now achieved shortest, darkest day so let's get ready to flow into daylight and watch the world expand out around us.

Thank gawd the world didn't end today as everyone has been predicting. I've got big plans for our garden next year and would've hated to miss that!

(Side note: Jason and I were wondering, if the world did end today, what timezone would hold the definitive hour? In business, East Coast is usually the opener and closer of the day, but I'm not sure how that's handled in "Apocalypse time".)

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Extraordinary Machine

Today I went to back to-back yoga classes because this is the last day that Yoga Hillsboro is having classes for the rest of the year. They offer an AWESOME holiday all-class pass -- for $30 you get unlimited classes for 3 weeks and access to all workshops and special events. I managed to go to 3 Nia classes, 5 yoga classes, and 2 workshops. That's about $140 worth of classes -- SCORE!

So, today was the last day to hit up classes -- they had one at 10:30am and another at noon so I went to both! I'm pretty proud of myself for just getting there. The weather is terrible - cold, windy, rainy, gray and gross but I decided to take the train anyway. I could have taken Jason to work and had the car for the day but it seemed superfluous since the train picks up one block from my house and drops off one block from the yoga studio.

The hardest part about the weather and riding the train is what to wear. Being on the train isn't bad, but it's the waiting that's the hardest part. Standing in the rain and wind for what seems like eternity. Never really knowing when the train might arrive. I think I've finally figured out what to wear though. Here's a picture of me when I got home. I felt like a closet exploded on me!

It doesn't look like much but here's the list of clothing I had to wear to stay warm, dry and comfy (and do yoga):

Top to bottom:
down jacket with hood (hood up)
heavy scarf
longsleeve t-shirt
shortsleeve tshirt
tank top
yoga pants
lined windproof running pants
knee-high wool socks
snow boots
paper bag containing umbrella, thermos of tea, Jitterbug Perfume (book), banana

I always feel a bit like a pack mule when i do this. But I'm so happy I pushed through and went.

I was listening to Fionna Apple's "Extraordinary Machine" on the train and I thought it was perfect for the moment.

If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me
Or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it
I'm an extraordinary machine

I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes
I certainly haven't been spreading myself around
I still only travel by foot and by foot, it's a slow climb,
But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so
I can't stop changing all the time

I notice that my opponent is always on the go
Won't go slow, so's not to focus, and I notice
He'll hitch a ride with any guide, as long as
They go fast from whence he came
- But he's no good at being uncomfortable, so
He can't stop staying exactly the same

If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me, or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine

I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day
You deem me due to clean my view and be at peace and lay
I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way, and say,
I've been getting along for long before you came into the play

I am the baby of the family, it happens, so
- Everybody cares and wears the sheeps' clothes
While they chaperone
Curious, you looking down your nose at me, while you appease
- Courteous, to try and help - but let me set your
Mind at ease

If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me
Or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it
I'm an extraordinary machine

Do I so worry you?
No need to hurry to my side
That's very kind
But it's to no avail
I don't want the veil of flowers, no
Everything will be just fine

If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me
Or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it
I'm an extraordinary machine

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

End-of-Year Reset

Yesterday, I officially kicked-off my vacation for the rest of the year! Hooray! I don't have to work again until 2013! Mmmmm, that feels great to say! Due to the nature of my work, it's really hard to get away during the year, so I hoard up all my vacation time and take it at the end of the year. Most of our clients shut down for the holidays or are on vacation as well, so it's just easier.

Until this week, I had only taken like three vacation days this year -- and that's when family was visiting -- otherwise it probably would have been zero. Not the ideal situation, but 3 weeks off at the end of the year is DELICIOUS.

This is what I woke up to this morning:

 Snow showers mixed with rain. Not too bad, but definitely not conducive to being productive.

So, for now,  I'm just hanging out with the animals, reading books, watching a shitload of Netflix, and once the motivation hits me, I plan on doing some crafting and painting. We'll see how things progress. No pressure. This is my end-of-the-year reset. If all I do is stare at the animals for three weeks, I'll be just fine with that too.

These guys are hillarious!! Derville really thinks he's hiding from Crash! I wish he could see the picture of his fat ass sticking out of that box. I think he'd play it off, "Whatever, that dog wouldn't know MY ass from a hole in the ground!" (I love it when animals misuse common phrases - they're like funny little foreigners!)

Ahh! This just happened right as I was about to hit publish!

Hello sunshine! Didn't expect to see you today!

Monday, December 10, 2012

Deck the halls with fah la la la lah

I'm trying to get more into the holiday spirit this year than I have in the last couple years. So, I broke down and put up a few Christmas decorations the other day. Not much though - just a few choice items. We have a little 4 foot tree and lots of special ornaments, but we also have a mischievous cat and a destructo dog who work together well when it comes to destroying stuff. They make a good team -- Derville climbs up and knocks the "prize" down to the floor and then Crash chews the shit out of it.

So, in efforts to preserve the few decorations that we do have, everything has to be above a certain height, with no ledges or counters to climb on around it. Also, everything had to be put up during "nap time" or Mr. Derville would have a fit. He doesn't welcome change but seems to be doing fine with what we did put up.

Here's what we have so far:

Sad little Charlie Brown Christmas tree (this thing breaks my heart in cartoon-kinda way). Derville doesn't seem to mind this tree - maybe next year we can upgrade to the four footer..

Lights, jingle wreath and a little garland

The same stocking I've had my entire life (with Jay sewn in and Derville and Crash pinned on).

Finally, the Christmas countdown felt strip. This thing has been around as long as I have (maybe longer). I have a ton of memories of counting down to Christmas by untying a bow every night starting Dec 1.

My brother and I used to take turns each night untying a bow, and now Jason and I share the tradition. He's so cute - every night he reminds me at least ten times the we have to untie a bow before bed. He's going to go crazy when it's time to ring the bell at the end!

It's a sweet little tradition and I'm glad that I have someone to share it with.

I have a good feeling about this holiday season.

Wednesday, December 05, 2012

Coming out from the storm

It's been raining here so long I've stopped counting the number of days. It really does make it easier to just  think of it like, "Hooray, the sun is shining TODAY!" rather than, "It hasn't stopped raining in TWELVE days!!!"

It's so strange to step outside after so many days, inside watching the rain or outside dodging it, stomping through puddles and rotating between furry slippers and rain boots. When we finally do come out from the storm, it feels like stepping out of a fallout shelter or bomb cave after a war. Everything outside is a mess but the sun is shining and you can finally "see" again. Days of darkness reveal a light so strong you recoil like a vampire. Eyes adjust, the smell of fresh air returns, and a crisp breeze makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It's exhilarating.

Friends from other regions of the country have been asking us about the weather a lot. It must really look terrible from the view of the rest of the country. But here, it's just the view of a Northwest winter. You take what you get and you don't through a fit. Wait fifteen minutes and it'll change. Hell, right now I should be outside running before the rains return but DANG it's cold there!

One of the local weather stations has a funny commercial that says, "We're Oregonians! If we waited for the sun to come out, we'd never leave our homes!!"

That's the truth -- you just have to bundle up, put on your raincoat and boots and go for it. Eventually, you don't even notice if it's raining or not. 

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

It's not because I'm a Luddite

 It's interesting how people automatically assume that if you don't want to take part in some new type of technology, it's because you don't like  "change." Or that you are afraid to learn new things. Or that you're making some sort of political statement by not participating with the masses - a sort of  Luddite.

What if it's none of those reasons? What if it's more sentimental than all that? Maybe it's a deeply personal reason - something that pains you to the point of recoil. Like touching fire.

E.M. Forster prophetically explains, in his 1909 short story "The Machine Stops,"  why communicating through technology makes him sad - I couldn't have said it better myself. Here is a short excerpt from the story. The last paragraph hits me the hardest.
From E.M. Forster's "The Machine Stops" (1909)

The son Kuno is calling his mother Vashti via technology that projects images onto plates so they can see each other while they talk.

"Very well. Let us talk, I will isolate myself. I do not expect anything important will happen for the next five minutes-for I can give you fully five minutes, Kuno.

She touched the isolation knob, so that no one else could speak to her. Then she touched the lighting apparatus, and the little room was plunged into darkness.

"Be quick!" She called, her irritation returning. "Be quick, Kuno; here I am in the dark wasting my time."

But it was fully fifteen seconds before the round plate that she held in her hands began to glow. A faint blue light shot across it, darkening to purple, and presently she could see the image of her son, who lived on the other side of the earth, and he could see her.

"What is it, dearest boy? Be quick. Why could you not send it by pneumatic post?"

"Because I prefer saying such a thing. I want----"


"I want you to come and see me."

Vashti watched his face in the blue plate.

"But I can see you!" she exclaimed. "What more do you want?"

"I want to see you not through the Machine," said Kuno. "I want to speak to you not through the wearisome Machine."

"Oh, hush!" said his mother, vaguely shocked. "You mustn't say anything against the Machine."

"Why not?"

"One mustn't."

"You talk as if a god had made the Machine," cried the other.

"I believe that you pray to it when you are unhappy. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men. The Machine is much, but it is not everything.

I see something like you in this plate, but I do not see you. I hear something like you through this telephone, but I do not hear you. That is why I want you to come. Pay me a visit, so that we can meet face to face, and talk about the hopes that are in my mind."

Based on personal experience, I feel the same way - I see something like you, but it's not you.

The last time I saw my dear mother-in-law, before the cancer won, was on Skype. It was Mother's Day and we wanted to say hi and tell her we loved her.

The volume wouldn't work -technical trouble. We could see each other but we couldn't hear her. We kept yelling, "Can you hear us?" She nodded yes but we still couldn't hear her. After several minutes of frustration and anger at the technology for not providing the service it promised, we got off the computer and called on the phone.

By this point, she was exhausted. Barely had the energy to talk on the phone. Conversation was light. Jason talked to her - I didn't get a chance.

I never saw her with her eyes open again. I never heard her voice again.

I remember that Skype session so vividly. Not in a good way. In a sad, desperate longing way. Her face was so confused and frustrated. A face on a screen with no words. Like a prison visit. No way to comfort her.

I wish I could erase this artificial image and replace it with the  last time I saw her in person. A version of her that was real.

It was many years ago, at her house. On a warm sunny July afternoon. All her family was there with her celebrating - a family reunion of sorts. She was vibrant and maintained that signature omnipotent gaze she always wore on her face. I could feel the love and happiness radiating from her. I wanted to be closer to her even if no words were exchanged. Her energy was radiant. She was smiling - tan with golden hair shining in the sun. Flip flops, shorts and a t-shirt. The real deal. That's the way I choose to remember her, but unfortunately I have this failed attempt at technology projecting unwanted images in my dreams. Artificial images that competes with real-life experience.

And that's why I don't Skype. It's not because I'm a  Luddite. It's because I promised myself that I wouldn't allow this to happen again. It's just too painful and the feeling sticks around forever.

Monday, November 26, 2012


Here is another beautiful song by Tori Amos. Seems appropriate with the changing seasons.

I imagine it as the point in a child's life where the parent tells them that they won't always be around and you have to decide who you are, make a stand and love yourself.

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do

So much easier said than done.

"Winter" from Little Earthquakes by Tori Amos

Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on

I get a little warm in my heart
When I think of winter
I put my hand in my father's glove

I run off
Where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice
"You must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I can't always be around"

He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Boys get discovered as winter melts
Flowers competing for the sun
Years go by and I'm here still waiting
Withering where some snowman was

Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
But I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know dad the ice is getting thin

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Hair is grey
And the fires are burning
So many dreams
On the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself

He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change
My dear

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The Perfect Guide to Holiday Etiquette

With Thanksgiving only a day away, I thought it would be helpful to share some holiday etiquette tips  from zefrank..

First tip: Don't take this too seriously!

PS. I really like brussels sprouts!

Saturday, November 17, 2012

We're a lot like you. A little different.

This commercial for local insurance is so funny! Totally spot on!

If you've ever been to the beach in the NW you'd know that there really is a fine line between optimism and just plain crazy.

The line between "Hey the sun might come out," and "Hey that might be frost bite."

And I love Pemco's slogan -

We're a lot like you. A little different.

So true. That frisbee toss at the end makes me laugh every time!

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

From the Farmers Market

Last Saturday we went to the Beaverton Farmers Market and found some really crazy veggies! This is the second to last market of the year and it always amazes me how different the "merchandise" selection is at the beginning of the season versus the end.

This market boasted ginormous root veggies like carrots (yellow, purple, orange) that were pert-near as big as my arm! There was a beet the size of my head!  I asked them "How do  you make them so big!?!?" and they replied, "Lots of cow poop. Love and cow poop." At least we know it's natural - ha!

We also scored the makings for kimchi - cabbage, carrots, leeks, ginger, onion.

But here's the real nuggets of goodness: Purple cauliflower and Romanesco.

I added it to my infamous Vegemato stew:

I love cooking with color and different types of veggies! YUM!

Saturday, November 10, 2012

The Power of Orange Knickers

Still obsessed with Tori Amos. Here's another beautiful song and video.

"The Power of Orange Knickers" from The Beekeeper (2005)

The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
Under my petticoat

The power of listening to what
You don't want me to know

Can somebody tell me now
who is this terrorist
Those girls that smile kindly
then rip your life to pieces?

Can somebody tell me now
am I alone with this?
This little pill in my hand
and with this secret kiss

Am I alone in this...

A matter of complication
When you become a twist
For their latest drink
As they're transitioning

Can somebody tell me now
who is this terrorist
This little pill in my hand
that keeps the pain living

Can somebody tell me now
a way out of this -
That sacred pipe of red stone
could blow me out of this kiss

Am I alone in this...

The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
Under my petticoat

The power of listening to what
You don't want me to know

Shame shame time to leave me now
Shame shame you've had your fun
Shame shame for letting me think that I would be the one

Can somebody tell me now
who is this terrorist
This little pill in my hand
or this secret kiss

Am I alone in this kiss
Am I alone in this kiss

Friday, November 09, 2012

Altar and Alter


1. An elevated place or structure before which religious ceremonies may be enacted or upon which sacrifices may be offered.

One year ago today, I lost the best furry friend a girl could ever ask for to Cancer. I have missed him so much. Now my special friend lives on a make-shift altar above my bathroom sink. He's in a little medal box with all his pals around him. I went with the Egyptian beliefs on death and burial and made sure that my guy would have all his special friends with him in the afterlife. Hippo, Shamis the sheep, baby Shrek, giraffe and more stand guard for him. Everyday as I brush my teeth, I say a few words to the Pooh and go on my way. I still miss him so much.

1. To change or make different; modify

For so many months after losing Clancy, I was so sad. I didn't want to get another dog just to fill the hole. I wanted to learn to live without him again so I could appreciate the value of companionship.  Then the right day came along and the right dog followed. Now we have Crash in our lives and it's hard to imagine it without him. Things have changed so much since the Pooh was with us - altered. But this little bundle of happiness has once again altered it all.

It's impossible to compare Clancy and Crash to each other. They are two completely different souls.

Clancy was an old soul - been around a thousand times. Wise. Knowing. Calm. Low maintenance. Set in his ways.

Crash is a new soul - this may be his first time around. He needs more attention because he had a ruff start being a stray with a handicap. He needs more time to learn things but he will get it. He can't see the squirrels so good and he runs kinda slow. But this guy LOVES. HARD. He puts that goofy face right in yours and mugs down like a teenager. Licking eyes, ears, neck ... he doesn't discriminate. And smiles. You can see the smile in his eyes and the concern he has that you love him as much as he loves you. But also like Clancy, he's set in his ways. A nice way to say stubborn. I like that they share one trait.

Clancy and Crash.

Altared and Altered.

Loved and Loved.

Thursday, November 08, 2012

New Running Regiment

With the onset of winter and those inevitable extra holiday pounds, I have created a new running regiment for myself. It's called:

If It Ain't Raining, Your Ass Better Be Running!!!

I've realized that winter really can make me blue and I miss going outside when the rains come, so I'm going to take action. More physical activity! At this point in my running life, I own all the cold/rainy weather running clothes I need, so I have NO reason not to run through the winter. I'm going to look for some local fun runs too.

Here's the stats from my run today. Looks like a mouse in a maze! 

I think these maps and stats are hilarious!

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

Catching some rays

The sun finally showed itself this morning after a long stint of rain. I opened the blinds and the sky was blue with no clouds in sight. Now that I've lived in the Pacific Northwest for 4 years, I understand what a special occasion it is when the sun makes an appearance! I put on my walking shoes, grabbed the camera and headed out to catch some rays.

Glad I went out when i did -- the clouds are big and billowy now. Sky is turning gray.

Like the unofficial state motto says "If you don't like the weather, just wait 15 minutes."

Tuesday, November 06, 2012


They're saying it's all going to come down to the turnout.

I hope everyone had the opportunity to early vote or mail in your vote (yay Oregon!) but if you didn't, today is the day to take one for your country and stand in line for a little while. Be a voice.

This is it. This is what it all comes down to...

Obama vs. Romney

Let's move forward (because the other option is absolutely frightening).

We should know who our new president is by the end of the day, but I don't think it will be that easy. I'm expecting shenanigans in this election -- the foreshadowing has been less than subtle.

Good luck - fingers crossed - And may the odds be ever in your favor!!

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Happy Halloween!!

My man knows what I likes....

Special Flowers!!!!

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Hey Jupiter

We've always loved Tori Amos but have been on a huge Tori kick lately. We checked out every one of her albums from the library and have them on constant rotation. She's an amazing musician. She calls her songs "her girls" and says she sets her play list each night based on which of the "girls" speaks to her -- which ones have something to say on that particular night.

Jason and I have seen her in concert and she is mesmerizing. She has a spiritual experience right there on stage and you just sort of travel with her through her tones and sounds. And the way she plays her pianos and keyboards -- like none other. A Mozart of our time.

Her story is pretty amazing - child music prodigy, daughter of a preacher, rape survivor, mother, and overall inspiration to many many people throughout the world.

I've fallen down a YouTube video hole so here's a few I'm diggin.

This song "Hey Jupiter" is one of my favorites and this video is amazing. She really does seem to leave her body towards the end.

Favorite lyrics:

Hey Jupiter
Nothings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to

Here's an interview with Tori Amos and Rosie Odonnell. She talks about her daughter and it's amazing.

Friday, October 26, 2012

A new 'do for Crash-a-doo

Crash got his first professional grooming today. We prepared for the worst (he can be a stubborn little stinker sometimes) but they said he was a trooper and looks great! Thanks to Betty's Grooming in Cornelius! They worked some serious magic on this guy!



We can tell he feels better with all the dreadlocks cut off!

Happy Weekend!

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Walking for a good cause

Last Sunday, we participated in the Run Like Hell! Portland 5k race. Jason, Krissy, Debbie and I walked the 5k and talked and laughed the whole way.

It was a pretty interesting experience because we had to be at Pioneer Square (downtown) at 8:30am dressed in costume. We took the MAX so we got a few weird looks but luckily this is Portland and we like to keep it weird so not really a big deal but kind of an interesting freak show to be part of.

This was definitely a different sort of freak show -- the kind where highly athletic and motivated freaks get up balls-ass-early (in the rain), dress up in spandex (SO much spandex!) superhero costumes, run a race and then drink beer and chow on chili and Dave's Killer Bread.

It was a really cool experience to walk on the main roads of Portland, through the city, by the waterfront,  under bridges and over railroad tracks. Jason and I think we could definitely jog a 5k so we're looking forward to Brews and Bridges in April!

Here's pictures from before, during and after the race:

It was a great day and I can't wait to do more of these events!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Me and My Arrow

For a very special lady. Thinking about you.

"Me and My Arrow" by Harry Nilsson from The Point!

Me and my Arrow
Straighter than narrow
Where ever we go
Everyone knows
It's me and my Arrow

Me and my Arrow
Taking the high road
Where ever we go
Everyone knows
It's me and my Arrow

And in the morning when I wake up
She may be gone
I don't know
And if we make up just to break up
I'll carry on
Oh yes I will

Me and my Arrow
Straighter than narrow
Where ever we go
Everyone knows
It's me and my Arrow

Me and my Arrow
Me and my Arrow
Me and my Arrow
Me and my Arrow
Me and my Arrow

Me and my Arrow
Straighter than narrow
Where ever we go
Everyone knows
It's me and my Arrow

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Pick Out Your Cloud

"Your Cloud" by Tori Amos

Such a beautiful song.

Favorite lyrics:

Will this Horizontal Line
when asked
know how to find
Where you end
where I begin

Where the river cross
crosses the lake
Where the words
Jump off my pen
and into your pages

Do you think just like that
You can divide
You as yours
Me as mine
to before we were Us

if the rain
Has to separate from Itself
does it say "pick out your cloud?"
pick out your cloud

If there is a Horizontal Line
that runs from the MAP
off your body
straight through the Land
shooting up
right through my heart

Will this Horizontal Line
when asked
know how to find
Where you end
where I begin

How Light can play
and form a Ring of Rain
that can change bows into arrows

Who we were
isn't lost Before
we were Us

in his own Blue
always knew this

if the rain
Has to separate from Itself
does it say
pick out your cloud

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Run Like Hell!

Not too bad for my first time running in over 6 months!

My legs are pretty much like jello but I did yoga before and after and I'll do it again at bedtime so hopefully I'll be able to walk tomorrow! Ha! My legs always give out before my lungs or heart - I barely get winded but totally turn into Gumby.

I'm getting back into the swing of running because Jason and I are planning to run/jog/walk in the Run Like Hell! Portland race on October 21! Eeek! So I figured I'd better get one of those run gadgets hooked up to my CrapBerry so I know what my stats are. Very Important Stuff. Just kidding. Honestly, I just needed to find a route that was long enough and time isn't always an accurate measurement of distance.

This event supports the ALS Association. ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease) is a fatal disease with no cure and little treatment options. My Aunt Sara died from ALS 4 years ago in November - it was very difficult for everyone and any support that I can give, I will.

I'm also looking forward to this event because we get to dress up in costume and run around downtown! I have no idea what we will be, but I'm pretty sure it won't be serious runners (or maybe we DO dress up like serious runners with all the gear and plugs and gels and spoof the real runners - ha!). The theme is super hero... so we'll see where that goes!

Here's a description of the race from the website:

Run Like Hell is a Halloween-themed race that sees participants dress out in full costume for a run through Portland’s urban parks and along its waterfront areas along the Willamette River. Run Like Hell has become a Portland Fall tradition, come see why!

Last year, more than 5,000 runners and walkers crossed the finish line in all three races at the Fall running of Portland's Run Like Hell Half Marathon, 10K & 5K. Most were dressed in Zombie costume as part of the theme.

If you would like to see some photos from past years click here.
The theme for the 2012 Run Like Hell is Super Heroes! Dress as your favorite super hero or make up your own! Capes, tights and bright colors are encouraged. Get to work on your costumes with your friends, we are!

We'll let you know how it goes!

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Crash Report

We've had Crash for about 4 months and I just realized I haven't post nearly enough pictures of this guy!

Crash has brought so much joy and entertainment to our little family -- I can't even express it! He makes everyone he meets happy.  Derville loves Crash too and can't stand to be away from him. Even Mom said she recently saw a commercial with a little white dog and involuntarily hollered out "I miss Crash!!"

So here's a few pictures of Crash and of course Derville. (They get jealous if one gets more photo opps than the other. Seriously.) You'll see that they don't do a lot but sleep and play -- exactly how the lives of our furry friends should be!

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