Monday, October 5, 2015

the week of rebounds

So last weekend Mr. Wilson was limping around here like an old man-dog. He was babying his right front paw and wouldn't let me touch it. In fact, he growled at me all fierce-like when I tried to look at the bottom of it to see if he had something stuck in the pads. We waited it out until Monday and Phil took him to the vet. Turns out he had some kind of bacterial infection on his paw. Two prescriptions and a week with no walks later, he's doing just fine. The meds make him really thirsty, which, of course, means he has to go outside a whole lot more. But other than that, he's as good as new. And still as lazy as ever.
The same day that Phil took Wilson to the vet we also took his Jeep to the shop. The engine light had come on Sunday afternoon and we didn't figure it was going to be good news we would hear. It wasn't. Apparently Jeeps aren't made to last real long and the engines go bad. Nice that someone conveniently forgot to tell us that when we bought it. RIP Lady Liberty. You gave us lots of memories: driving on the beach for miles and miles, camping up at Lake Wanatchee, Christmas trees hauled home, trips to the dog park and Sonic, Sirius satellite radio, and even a flat tire that one time.
So instead of throwing thousands of dollars into a worthless car, we decided to trade it in and get something else. Here's our rebound car, a 2010 Nissan Murano.
Our plan was to wait one more year and get a new car as my graduation present. However, things rarely go as you have planned. And I got my graduation present a year early. Phil is driving the Taurus now and I'm still learning where everything is on the Murano.
In other news I have finished up a couple longer-than-usual for me sub jobs. I started the year in 2nd grade and did that for seven days. Then after a couple of days off, I did a two and a half week paternity leave for a guy in 3rd grade. I had today off, no jobs available. I cleaned the bathroom and asked Phil if I'd let him drive the new car if he'd take me to my happy places.

First stop: Latourell Falls.
 Second stop: Multnomah Falls (this picture was taken from the parking lot)
It was a great day for people watching. So many people taking and retaking and coming back a few minutes later to retake the same exact picture. I was cracking up.

 Third stop: Wahkeena Falls. This one just kind of winds its way down the hill.

It was a beautiful fall day. My favorite kind with my favorite guy.

Friday, September 25, 2015

earth calling blogland. come in blogland.

Blogland, do you read me? I'd be surprised if you even stopped by here anymore, what with my extremely poor posting practices these days. I still think about blogging. It's the thought that counts, right?

Let's see. Ohio. We hadn't been home in two years, it was time. We went at the end of August. I had to take the obligatory picture of the PDX carpet.  I don't know why. It's just what people do. So I did.
We took a red eye on a Friday night. Landed in Dallas/Ft. Worth. And then on to Cleveland. Because Cleveland rocks. (Note the trendy-Wendy glasses.) May I add, we did not get the seats we chose when we booked our flights. Didn't make me happy, but we survived. barely. And when I say barely, I mean the cotton pickin' seats are so close together it's a wonder my elbow bones didn't permanently end up in my abdomen.
Sun coming up somewhere over Arkansas (I think).
We had a great time, even if I had to do homework at my mom and dad's dining room table every day. We found our fair share of activities. We waited for the new refrigerator to come because mom's died pretty much the day we got there. That was an exciting morning.

We went to see a waterfall. (Who knew, Ohio has waterfalls?) This is Brandywine Falls. Short little family fun hike in.
Photo bombed by Dad and Phil. Note Phil is wearing his Oregon Ducks jacket.

Some of the nephews and a niece. Darick, 17. Hannah, 13. Keegan, 8. Carson, 10. (I think.)
Note the parents are both sporting Ohio State gear. Go Bucks!
We went to the historic Roscoe Village and bummed around (because the canal ride in Canal Fulton was closed.)
We ate at Bob Evans and Perkins and the Lyn Way. I visited with a couple friends (though not nearly as many friends - or even relatives, for that matter - as I wanted to see because of stupid homework). I'd have to say, though, that one of the highlights of the trip was riding in the back of Melissa's convertible with the top down.
We had a girls' day/guys' day. We got pedicures, they went to a baseball game in Cincinnati.
We went to a football game at my old high school so we could watch Hannah march in the marching band. She's got my old flute! The high school band is so small they had to invite the middle school band to join them. Good ol' small town Ohio.
We had a retirement party (travel themed) for my parents.
I made a couple banners out of an old atlas from the Goodwill.
This lady just turned 95 right before we arrived.
Me and my Grandma.
Uncle Terry, Uncle Sam & Aunt Ann.
Me and Keegan.
Mom, Dad, and Uncle Terry.
I went to grandma's house. We ate a crapload of Pepperidge Farm cookies.

Our flight didn't leave Cleveland until 4 in the afternoon, so we had some time to bum around. We checked out the West Side Market and found the beach.
Cool billboard outside of the market. Recognize anybody?

We tried to get this kid out of bed before 2pm every day. He's been living with my parents since April and all he wants to do is sleep. He's a junior this year.
Cleveland through the fog.
Phil celebrated his birthday in the air as we traveled back to PDX. And I started school the very next morning. More on that next time. . .

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

because sometimes you gotta learn lessons the hard way

Back story: On Sunday, my friend Barbara brought some veggies from her garden to church to share. I took two banana peppers and two jalapeno peppers because I knew my tomatoes were almost ripe and I wanted to make some fresh salsa. I ran them out to my car in between Sunday school and church because, who wants to carry peppers in their purse? Not me. After church, they kind of got buried under my piano music and I forgot about them until Monday. I went out to the car to get them and I could only find three peppers. One jalapeno was M.I.A. I looked everywhere and just didn't see it.

Totally forgot about that until today.

Today's story: I took a study break around 3:00 or so and took Wilson for a ride (you see where this is going, don't you?) to Sonic so I could get a 1/2 price diet cherry coke and he could get a Scooby snack. It all worked out well for me, but not so much for him, because the guy totally stiffed him out of a treat. No worries. We have plenty of those at home. And today, apparently, in the car.

Well, it got real quiet in the back seat and I took a quick look and noticed he was lying down. Kinda strange because he's usually right up in the middle between the two seats looking out the front window. I thought, maybe he's just sad about the no-go on the Scooby snack.

Then I heard crunching and I thought, "What the heck does he have now?"

I finally got a glimpse and noticed the top half of the jalapeno was gone. Seconds later, he is licking his chomps like it's nobody's business. He left the other half of the pepper on the seat. I think his mouth. was. on. fire. This picture was taken just after we got home and he'd emptied his water dish. 

He's had plenty of water to drink the rest of the evening and seems to be recovering just fine.

Friday, August 7, 2015

Working like crazy on my two summer term classes. The lit. review for my social studies class is sucking the life out of me. Both classes are finished August 21st and then the next one (Curriculum and Instruction) starts August 24th. I think I've gone through almost a whole ream of paper printing out the journal articles. I can't stand reading them online. It gives me a headache. Fortunately, our printer can get a lot of stuff printed from a single black cartridge.
Really not liking taking two classes at the same time. I barely have a life.

Anticipating a 10 day break in mid-October between my 2 fall subterms. Phil505 has already agreed to take me to the beach for some cabin camping as our tent days are coming to an end. We are getting old, people. Cape Disappointment, here we come.

Realizing that  by October 16th I'll be half-way done with my master's program. Hallelujah!
Slacking in every other area of my life right now, or so it seems.
Wishing it would rain. Our back yard is like a desert wasteland. We've had basically no rain since early June. There is so much yard work to do. We have approximately 2, 853, 287 pine cones that need to be raked up, there are tall plants in front of short plants that need to be dug up and moved around, we need to edge, we need to add compost and mulch, and there. is. no. time. 
Planning and pinning stuff for a retirement party for my parents long-distance with my sister. 
Picking the last of the hydrangeas for this year. Please notice: I have finally hung some stuff on the walls in the kitchen. And this week we actually got the curtains in the dining room hung as well. I've only had them since CHRISTMAS. Now to get pictures printed, put in the frames that are stacked up in the living room, and hung up. One thing at a time.
Going to Phil505's company picnic after church on Sunday. I don't think there's a dessert contest this year. Darn it. Not that I would actually have time to whip something up anyway.
Realizing that  by October 16th I'll be half-way done with my master's program.
Dreaming about having a real job again.
Baking nothing. But I've got a bunch of zucchini on the counter calling out my name. 
Walking at least 5 days a week with Wilson. Some days we walk a little more than others, but it feels good to get out and get some fresh air once in a while.
Scheduling sub jobs already. School doesn't start for a month.
Dreaming about someday getting back into scrapbooking and making stuff out of pretty paper.
Discovering that my roma and beefsteak tomatoes are finally turning red. We've had lots of cherry and sungold tomatoes, but it always seems to take for the big guys to ripen. Our cucumbers have done quite well this year too.

Friday, July 31, 2015

50 words describing my life right now

Liberty. online. homework. behind. registered. fall. textbooks. highlighters. reading. grades.
Ohio. planning. nieces. nephews. friends. grandma. parents. retirement. August. excited.

Hot. dry. watering. air-conditioning. tomatoes. sun. shade. flowers. ferns. hostas. roses. 

today. early. walk. wilson. coffee. friend. starbucks. study.

Date. night. mexican. chips. salsa. chimichanga. burrito. lowe's. new. garbage. disposal.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

sauvie island + cathedral park

Yesterday, in the name of self-care and friendship, I took the day off from my studying and went on a get-out-of-Vancouver trip with my friend Barbara. She knows just when to rescue me from the bottomless pit of depression and homework, and it was refreshing to my soul to spend the day with her. I was told not to wear flip flops (so I wasn't sure where we were going) and when I got to her house she had my favorite iced tea waiting in the fridge. We visited her mom in the nursing home and she treated me to lunch. Then we drove out to Sauvie Island, the fruit and vegetable mecca of Portland. They always have the best berries there. We picked some fresh, ripe peaches (with which I'm about to make a peach crisp) and drove around the island enjoying the awesome cool and slightly cloudy summer day.

On our way back into Portland, we drove across my favorite bridge so she could take me to Cathedral Park. We lived not very far from there when Phil505 and I were first married. In fact, on the way home, we drove by our old house - so strange to see it again after like 10 years. Anyway, I have always wanted to go to this park, so we did. The architecture of the bridge is simply awesome. You can totally see why it's called Cathedral Park. It's a pretty popular place for wedding pics, senior pics, and family pics. I want to get our pictures taken here soon.
St. John's Bridge. . . the supports are massive.

So thankful for my friend who always just seems to know when I need some time away.