License to Drive

(RIP Corey)

So, my man and I have recently become "legal" to drive in the state of Oregon, even my registration is now current! For the sole purpose that we are about to leave on a big road trip.

Am I nervous that the man who delivered my garden bed asked me if my car was driveable?

Not as nervous as I was when I missed the FIRST question on my drivers test. Apparently, a class c license allows you to drive a fire truck, doesn't that seem like a trick question?

Why all this law abiding activity you ask? Where are we going you ask? Well, you must not talk to me on a regular basis, because you would know that we are going to SASQUATCH! Music Festival at the Gorge.

I haven't been to a festival of this nature since my (much) younger days and I am a bit nervous.

Why I am nervous (lack of/presence of):

Why it's going to be well worth it:

So... I'll keep you posted. But not this weekend, because... I won't have internet! yikes!

Turn me loose, set me free, somewhere in the middle of Montana...

Or, more accurately, somewhere in the middle of Missoula.

*snow!

It was so good to see my friends and their fresh little babies.

In other news, my man was trying on suits today. We're planning to lock this thing down soon.

He cleans up nice.

This is what he wants for a wedding gift. Just C3PO, not R2D2.

Make it Rain

So, have you heard it rains in Oregon?

Because when I decided to move to Oregon, that was all people told me.

Better bring your umbrella

And, yet, I still was not prepared for the amount of wetness I have encountered.

I came from this:

(this is actually pretty wet for Montana)

to this:

But right as I was about to write a seriously negative post about the rain along the lines of COME ON, IT'S MAY ALREADY

I saw this:

Too heavy handed? Sorry, that's really how it happened. So there.

Bring the Stink

Floyd.

Stinkle.

Sick Boy.

King of All Dogs.

Floyd Van Stinkle.

Floyd Louis Stevenson.

Fluey Lewis & The News.

Flou Dobbs.

I love my dog.

Ran the marathon to the very last mile

Ok, I didn't. I ran the 5k to the very last k.

But, my man, on the other hand,

did do it like the boys in Intergalatic said he did.

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