the way we americans like to celebrate independence...

is by blowing shit up and lighting things on fire. all i know is two champagne glasses got broken which definitely equals big, patriotic fun.

nothin but a chicken poker

this is my pal julie. she's got a big heart and an even bigger stick. a chicken stick in which to prop up the chiklings and swipe their precious cargo.

eggs. fresh from the chicken's bottom.

Roweiner

sometimes we go to a magical place called Rowena in the columbia gorge. there's a river, some frosty beer beverages and also a lot of love. pictured here are a couple of jackasses i like to call my friends (pat and mo) and also another jackass i like to call my husband (jackass husband).

LOST

i can't quite figure out if you're supposed to take this bus if you ARE lost, or want to GET lost. or maybe it will take you to a theater to see the last season of LOST, which i am NOT watching because i have WAY too many other rerun obligations this summer.

fruit loop 2008

raspberries are god's way of saying, "enjoy some delicious nature, but not too much because i will stick you with a thousand stickery thorns if you get greedy." and it's all because he loves us.

francie, the romanian baby

one of my cutest visitors to portland yet. and, apparently, her new godmother. so, in your FACE, jesus, who never thought i'd trick anyone into letting me be a godmother.

cinco de somethin

cinco de mayo marked our one year anniversary in portland. it's also been a year since i've been stung by a bee. also on cinco de mayo. i think in it's own way, that bee was saying "welcome to portland". or maybe "fuck you".

we're building a fortress to keep out the republicans

but so far we've just done some terracing for rhubarb and organic vegetables, also republican deterrents.

12 tons moved by joren's beefy man hands.

cornus kousa, seen below, invariably makes me hum "barracuda" which i hardly mind at all.

time to trim the unruly thatch...

from in front of our house. and you know what they say. out with the shrubs and in with the rock. and it's true.

happy salty nut friday