Tuesday, November 26, 2013


Pete and I have this ongoing argument happening. He loves his home state. Like in an unhealthy way. For years he maintained that everyone from Oregon was like the coolest person ever because Oregon is the greatest state ever. Then one day I blurted out, "You know, I'm not sure I agree with that. I mean I love you and I love your sisters, but a lot of the people from Oregon that I've met are sort of weird." Oh you should have seen his face. I haven't seen that look since I blurted out that I hate camping. And then I saw it when when I told him that I actually hate the movie Braveheart. Oh, and I saw the look when I told him that I once bowled a 16. Or the time when I admitted that I didn't actually have a starring role in the Music Man, it was just a 4 word solo. And then I saw that look that one time when he discovered that I knew every word to every Blue's Traveler song. Okay, I guess I've seen that look more than a couple of times. It is this horrified look that says, "Who did I marry? Really. Who? Anyway, he was hurt, to the core. Not because what I had said was a terrible insult to his beloved state, but because part of him knew that I was right. He pushed back for a little while, but when Portlandia started airing, he knew he had lost the argument.
  Portlandia is awesome by the way, and Pete won't admit that he likes it, but he does. And as long as the state of Oregon exists, the writers of Portlandia will have plenty to write about. Here's a clip that pretty much sums up the show, and you know what? It sort of sums me up as well. It will give you a painful glimpse into my soul. I seem like a nice person, but I'm black inside.

  And then one day, Pete found this. It was just too good for him to keep to himself. This. Is Oregon for ya.

And I wanted to share it with you. A little Thanksgiving present. It really will keep on giving.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Zeke and Trader Joes

 Well I've done it everyone. I wasn't sure if it could be done but I did it. And that is sort of the story of my life, you know, doing the impossible. After months of searching and testing, I found something at Trader Joes that totally sucks.

I love Salmon and I love jerky, so this should be good right? Well it's not. It smells like a bully stick. Which brings me to my next point, how do I know what a bully stick smells like?  Yep, I've joined that special group of people who walk around carrying bags of poo and they don't even think it's weird. In fact, they feel like they are benefiting society. We got a dog. It's more for the kids than anything, to teach them some responsibility. I don't even like him that much.

**had to take the video down**

You know, it's funny, deciding to get a dog is a lot like deciding to get a kid. I mean, have a baby. At first, you think they are sort of gross and you don't know why anyone would do that to themselves. Then you start to notice cute things and see the benefits. I knew I was in trouble when I caught myself laughing at a you tube video of dogs who had their beds stolen by cats. And when I heard myself telling Pete about the video when he came home and asked about my day, I knew for sure that I was a goner. So we packed up the kids, drove to Amish Country and got ourselves a pup. And by the way, if you have never bought anything from the Amish, you are missing out. My kids saw a little girl milking cows( and then doing something which I can only guess was straining the milk or skimming the cream or something) and they exclaimed, well it was more like laughed, "Hey mom, look how hard she's working." Like the amish girl was being punked. And I would make a joke about how ironic it is that the Amish don't believe in tweezers but they have no problem with credit card swipers but hey, I am a devout Mormon who loves Coke Zero and looks for any chance to add Grand Marnier into dessert but these lips have never tasted coffee, so who am I to judge?

p.s. I think vine is the greatest. I wish more of my friends were on it (hint hint.)