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| fresh powder |
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| champagne by the lake! |
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| Mt. McLoughlin |
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| Mr. Man and Myself ♥ |
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| Where's Waldo?! |
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| Mush! Mush!! (I'm on a sled) |
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| Carnage. |
2 feet of new powder... sunshine... Gorgeous!!
The truth will set you free. But first it will piss you off.
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Sunday, February 27
yes, i'll take it!
2 feet of new powder... sunshine... Gorgeous!!
Monday, January 10
bcs
Yes folks, its gametime. I sit here wearing green. I'm not really happy about it either. I've decided to do the grown up thing and root for Oregon. Being a staunch Oregon State fan (GO BEAVERS!) I agree that its the right thing to do, to root for the Pac-10 (Soon to be Pac-12). I feel dirty too. I wasn't even going to watch the game, cause I'm having such a hard time with this, but I'm at my cousin's house, and they are HUGE Oregon Duck fans... and they informed me I had to wear green, or else I'd have to wait outside (its about 15 degrees here today).
All I can say is, I can't wait for this to be over. I'm SO TIRED of hearing about the Ducks. Blah blah blah. Its not my team, and yeah, I'm pouting about it. Whateva! I do what I want!
I also realize that if/when they win, I will never hear the end of it... for at least the next decade. I can see it now... "Hey remember when we won the National Championship?! How many titles have your Beavers won?!" Shut your pie hole.
Hope you all enjoy the game... I gotta start drinking. And uh... *cough* go ducks.
Oh-- and hope you all like my new layout! :)
All I can say is, I can't wait for this to be over. I'm SO TIRED of hearing about the Ducks. Blah blah blah. Its not my team, and yeah, I'm pouting about it. Whateva! I do what I want!
I also realize that if/when they win, I will never hear the end of it... for at least the next decade. I can see it now... "Hey remember when we won the National Championship?! How many titles have your Beavers won?!" Shut your pie hole.
Oh-- and hope you all like my new layout! :)
Thursday, October 28
Wednesday, October 27
Tuesday, October 26
Colorado in Pictures 1: Great Sand Dunes National Park
Due to a death in the family, please enjoy my retelling of our Colorado adventures in picture form, throughout the week.
Great Sand Dunes National Park
Wednesday, July 7
Saturday, April 24
Wednesday, March 31
... and all i got was this lousy rash
I was going to put up a "wordless wednesday" post, but I'm a woman of far-too-many words, so we'll file that post under FAIL for today.
Yesterday I went up to Portland (the 503) to meet a friend from New York who is in town for spring break [side note: this friend I met while living in New York, however she too is a west coaster, originally from Seattle]. We met up for some lunchy lunch at Fire On The Mountain, which has fucking AMAZING wings, not to mention Rainier beer ON TAP! (it's a west coast thing). I gorged myself silly on Buffalo Lime Cilantro wingeys. We chatting, catching up and having some brews... and then we decided to go downtown and check out some sights.
Well, the weather did not want to cooperate, so as we were wandering around in the pouring rain, we literally ran into the first bar we could find, which was the Yamhill Pub. We plopped down at the bar, and after deliberating on ordering Rainier tall boys for $1.50, we settled on some other micro brew to avoid the guaranteed gut-rot Rainier is sure to bring.
Let me say, how AMAZINGLY divey this bar was. I can't even begin to put it into words, however I did take a few pics.
Well that's common knowledge!
Helloooooooooo bathroom!
"I pooped at the Yamhill,
and all I got was this lousy rash"
"This, is my BOOMSTICK!"
This bar must have been a break spot for local bike messengers, because the bar was full of them, drinking their water and Red Bulls. One gentleman was drinking some beer at the end of the bar and (hopefully post work shift) pounding them back fairly quickly. To my chagrin, he spilled his beer and didn't say anything just sitting there watching the beer slither down the bar, which then proceeded to pour onto my pants. Neither I, nor the bartender was very happy about this. He literally just sat there and stared while I and the bartender cleaned up the mess. He was an asshole, really stoned, or both.
The highlight of the day however was when one extremely tall, lanky, dread lock headed guy strode into the bar and shouted,
"I've just been wishing ass cancer on my boss all day!"
I literally spit beer out my nose.
Yesterday I went up to Portland (the 503) to meet a friend from New York who is in town for spring break [side note: this friend I met while living in New York, however she too is a west coaster, originally from Seattle]. We met up for some lunchy lunch at Fire On The Mountain, which has fucking AMAZING wings, not to mention Rainier beer ON TAP! (it's a west coast thing). I gorged myself silly on Buffalo Lime Cilantro wingeys. We chatting, catching up and having some brews... and then we decided to go downtown and check out some sights.
Well, the weather did not want to cooperate, so as we were wandering around in the pouring rain, we literally ran into the first bar we could find, which was the Yamhill Pub. We plopped down at the bar, and after deliberating on ordering Rainier tall boys for $1.50, we settled on some other micro brew to avoid the guaranteed gut-rot Rainier is sure to bring.
Let me say, how AMAZINGLY divey this bar was. I can't even begin to put it into words, however I did take a few pics.
Well that's common knowledge!
Helloooooooooo bathroom!
"I pooped at the Yamhill,
and all I got was this lousy rash"
"This, is my BOOMSTICK!"
This bar must have been a break spot for local bike messengers, because the bar was full of them, drinking their water and Red Bulls. One gentleman was drinking some beer at the end of the bar and (hopefully post work shift) pounding them back fairly quickly. To my chagrin, he spilled his beer and didn't say anything just sitting there watching the beer slither down the bar, which then proceeded to pour onto my pants. Neither I, nor the bartender was very happy about this. He literally just sat there and stared while I and the bartender cleaned up the mess. He was an asshole, really stoned, or both.
The highlight of the day however was when one extremely tall, lanky, dread lock headed guy strode into the bar and shouted,
"I've just been wishing ass cancer on my boss all day!"
I literally spit beer out my nose.
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