dead duck count 'o7

we've got em. baby ducks! so far only one has succumbed to the vortex of death that is our back yard.

b is for beaver

sure, if you want to "flash your V" or "swing the pink", Royals' Kauffman stadium is the place to be. but now... well, i'm in Beaver territory.

these delicious beers were $8.25 (yes, EACH.)

p.s. and for those of you who aren't familiar with the kansas city royals and their interesting ad campaigns, "flash your V" and "swing the pink" were two recent examples of well-intended but misguided slogans to engage the crowd. i'm not sure if the guys in charge of the promotional materials understand the concept of "sounds dirty, but isn't". but apparently, no. they don't.

something you should know if you live here #32

big head, small helmet

joren takes to the waves in a sea kayak. i sat on the beach on a big log poking a stick in a fire, but there are no pictures of that. just joren in a funny little helmet.

he also had on a neprene hat. so did i, on my log.

what looks like a wopat and smells like a wopat?

uh huh. tom wopat. luke duke. i met him at a small firework-watching get together. apparently he was in town doing "chicago". no, i didn't tell him i hate musicals. and yes, there were fireworks. wopat fireworks.

and this is tom's brother. so in essence, a wopat sandwich. which is as gross as it sounds.

a dingo ate my baby

so sad and so true. little grey was taken by a coyote in the wee hours last tuesday morning. it was awful, but i thought friends of grey should know. there was some monumental sobbing and me gathering little bits of fur which i now, sadly, have in a snack-size ziplock. so, remember her sweet soul and the many lessons she taught us, like "it feels good to poop outside" and "don't get eaten by a coyote".

little grey with a caterpillar friend

p.s. sometimes god works in mysterious ways. and by mysterious, i mean crappy.

420

"hiking is especaially fun if you get to wait in the car with the radio on, or also if the trail leads to a kfc."



trail sign in a haunted oregon forest. and look, it's number 420. even better.



joren and friends hiking. i'm lagging behind, rascal style.


(l to r) waterfall, foliage, beth, joren. this is the first picture we haven't taken of ourselves in months with joren stretching out his sasquatch arm holding the camera. it's safely tucked in his dungarees.

sure it's pretty. if you think mossy is pretty. because remember, jesus made us all, even the mossy ones.

land of the free

wow, they really ARE liberal out here. oh, it's just goats. hey wait a minute! goats for sale!

sea oats. they remind me of my friend oaty. partly because he's so wholesome and nutritious.

aww. poor little crab. he accidentally got clammed maybe by me and my clam tube. stupid crab. ps. i'm sorry i killed you.

clam license = license for fun

everything's more fun in rubber pants! especially clamming! i'm holding up my official license here. i'm also holding up pat's rubber pants.

okay. if you've never clammed, you've never lived. or smelled of clams for days. anyhow, that's the tube you use to get those rascals out of the sand. or, to make awesome sand tubes. your choice.

our friend pat took us down to the beach on joren's birthday, which coincided with a KACT: kick ass clam tide (super low tide). he's old school. see, he's got a crooked shovel instead of a pvc tube. i will remind you, however, crooked shovel = no awesome sand tubes.

uh huh. i caught my limit. 15 clam-a-roos. i've reverted back to my regular "mole eyes" for this photo. the rest of the morning i was using "clam eyes".

the best job ever! cutting open the clams while they're still wiggling and scraping out their unidentifiable squiggly things and clam poo.

some real, live portland stuff!

you can change my lisence plates, baby, but you CANNOT change the fact that i'm proud of my eagle scout.

in an attempt to fit in, we attended the veg fest. yes, it was as fun as it sounds. i say, where's the organic beer? macrobiotic margaritas? if you're drunk, anything can be fun and educational!

little grey trying to escape back to the midwest. or pat and mo's garden. or the food bowl.

here's my new office. it's where i pretend to be looking for a job.