This is Portland, Folks

Driving home from work the other day, I saw a clean-cut middle aged man in a dress shirt and tie walking down the street playing a harmonica.

I'm thinking of him as my own personal jongleur.

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A Conversation, Someday Many Years From Now:

Movie Concession Guy: That'll be $483...

Nathan: What?

Jess: Remember when a small popcorn only cost $4.50? Now THOSE were the good old days.

Beachy

I am in love with this cheese. Madly, deeply, hopelessly in love.

In other news, besides the cheese that has stolen my heart, we spent the rainy day at Cannon Beach and it was pretty much perfect, right down to the black licorice pipes that we ate as we drove out of town. We are also now the proud owners of a ceramic otter holding a fish in its mouth from the dusty corner of a fudge shop. Nathan has been talking about it for about a year.



So it's official. We have turned into an elderly couple.

For Your Viewing Pleasure

Did anyone have this book that came with a McDonald's Happy Meal?

Ah, good times a plenty!

Peanuts and Perfection

This is my favorite place in the entire world, besides my bed.

Nathan and I enjoyed an evening in front of the fire with our glasses of wine and unlimited peanuts for 25 cents, which, by the way, you can throw on the floor. It's the perfect place, if Ye Olde English Peasant Sophisticate is your style.

Eat Your Heart Out, Freud

Interpret this dream, if you dare.

I was in my parents living room when I heard Nathan upstairs, having a nightmare and yelling in his sleep. I went up to see what was going on, to calm him down. He was dreaming that he had turned into a paper mache Japanese head, and in fact , he had. He had these nasty spidery type legs and was crawling around in my parent's room. I coaxed him to the door, calling him like a puppy, when all of a sudden he turned into a black pekingese, ran past me and jumped on my sisters bed. I sat petting him for a minute, and then he turned to me and gave me a really creepy grinning dog-look, the kind that pets give that make you think that they're reading your thoughts (and silently judging you or plotting your demise).

I hurried downstairs to the kitchen and after awhile, called Nathan down in my high pitched dog calling voice. He came bounding down the stairs and jumped into my arms, although he was now some black and white farm dog. I asked him if he would say anything for me, and he opened his little dog mouth as if to say "Ahhhh.." and then he peed on me.

Gold Digger

This is what I'm talkin' about. Sometimes I lay awake at night thinking about how awesome it would be if all the oceans were drained and we could dig around on the ocean floor and see what we find. Just think about how much cool stuff is down there (and I do include skeletons in my list of "Cool Things to Find on the Ocean Floor").

Maybe if global warming is as serious as everyone makes it out to be, it will just give us one big treasure hunt. So what's all the worry, science? Sounds good to me.