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first camp of the season, yo.

IMG_0008Last weekend Casey and I and our deranged dogs took our first camping trip of the season.  Which may or may not be our only camping trip of the season considering whales pregnant people don’t necessarily enjoy sleeping on the ground.  But I’m hoping we can squeeze at least one more camp in before I reach hippo status.

So we went to Timothy Lake, a place we discovered last summer and love.  It’s the most beautiful of all the camping spots I’ve ever been to.  Last time we were there it was mid-summer and super sunny and busy and all the campground spots were taken so we had to sleep in the middle of the woods one night (seriously).  This year, I was prepared and booked us a lakefront spot months ago.  Although when I made the reservation, I failed to remember that summer in Portland doesn’t really start until July.  So a 60-degree, drizzly June camping trip is what we had.

We got a really late start to our drive out there on Friday night, so when we finally pulled up to our spot at 11pm I was pleasantly surprised that our camping neighbors were still awake… since we still needed to put up our tent and make at least 6-8 s’mores before calling it a night.  HOWEVER.  I was not at all excited that said neighbors then stayed up until 7 in the AM.  7!!!   And they weren’t even that young!  They were probably in their 30’s… and let’s be honest, after the age of 25 anything past 2AM is a death sentence.  But whatever, those 30 year-old dudes stayed up all night talking and laughing and listening to music and generally making me all kinds of annoyed.  And maybe a little jealous?  I used to have the ability, both physically and emotionally, to stay up late.  These days, I get home from work and eat too much ravioli and have to call it a night by 8:30.  Anyways, the point of all this is that they stayed up far too late for camping and kept this fatty and her two doggies awake all night.  We found out the next day that our neighbor situation was actually a bachelor party.  So that’s fun.  For them.  Luckily they called it an early night on Saturday and went to bed at a nice, respectable 3AM.  So, phew.
Whatever, the dreary weather and the bachelor party did not keep us from enjoying ourselves.  We went on a 6 mile hike, we read and played games, we ate fire-pizzas, and we used the crap out of the new hammock (why is it pronounced hammick, and not hamMOCK, like it’s spelled? I don’t like it.) that we got for Christmas from my dad and stepmama.  That thing may become my new bed by the next month of pregnancy.  It’s so freaking comfortable.  Eddie concurs.
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[ please note izze #2 on the ground below me.  like a boss. ]

camping1.jpgcamping4 camping3.jpg[ Just beyond Casey’s shoulder is the campsite of the bachelors.  This photo was probably taken at 3 in the afternoon, and those mofos were still sleeping.  Oh to be YOUNG AGAIN.   Also, this was my camping outfit.  All weekend long.  Socks over leggings is the only way to be taken seriously as a camper, is what I always say.  Or not.  ] camping2.jpg

IMG_0010[ best part of camping?  how freaking exhausted the dogs are after.  it’s the best. ]

Even though it was  wee bit dreary, this camping trip made me so excited for the summer because we do have an entire summer to get through yet.  Whoop!  Although that’s also scary because I’m 6 months pregnant and have a whole summer to get through yet.  Halp me. 


our house, is a very very very fine house.

mrrogersAt long last, I bring you a few pictures of our new house.  And by a few pictures, I literally mean 3.  And by “new house”, I mean our new-to-us, 115 year-old house.  Clarifications aside, we’re loving our sweet little abode.  And regardless of the size, anything more than three total rooms feels like a castle to us.  At least once a day Casey and I have a “where ARE you?” moment when we can’t find each other.  Which is a crazy thing when we’re used to only having two rooms between the two of us.  Because you know apartments: nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.  But here in this house there are so many nooks and crannies to hide.

Let’s be honest though, it is an old ass house. So tucked into those nooks are bugs… and piled up in the crannies is dust.  Our garage is about one stiff breeze away from crumpling to the ground and we’re not quite sure what we’ll find if we ever buy a ladder tall enough to get us into our attic. (I could get on board with a friendly ghost though, as long as he looks like Devon Sawa circa 1995)

Our house definitely has it’s issues but that’s what makes it special.  All those flies? They’re our flies.  All all that dust?  That’s ours too.   And our (soon to be) garage rubble?  That’s gonna be killer firewood for the firepit we built a few weeks ago. S’mores for everyone!  (Sidenote: we’ve made s’mores 4 nights in a row.  Good thing we have extra space in this house because I’m going to need it for all my fat pants.)  I’m so excited to see what kind of shenanigans we get into in this house.  It’s gonna be friggen’ sweet.

So here are a few photos.  We still need to furnish 95% of the house and there is nothing hung on the walls and and and…

Whatever. Take a peek.  Also, come hang out with us everyone – and bring a fly swatter!

livingroom[ Living room : my favorite room. ]

diningroom[ Dining room : + Casey + Gus + peek into our kitchen ]

I will follow up with more pics of the rest of the house.  Maybe let’s do this two rooms at a time? Because honestly people, it’s a miracle if two rooms are clean at the same time so…

And in honor of TBT, here’s one more pic of the day that changed our lives.  Signing the dotted line for our very first home.

signers[ Larry Byrd was kind enough to make an appearance at our paper signing. ]