Alternately titled: What I’m Doing This Lovely Month Of November.

Writing off-site for 30 days consecutively; what a novel idea! (No pun intended. Well, maybe slightly.)

While I won’t be participating in the Nablopomo festivities on this site per se, I will be posting here regularly.

Posting 30 days’ worth of pictures of shoes currently in my closet.

Gearing [...]

One week ago today Chris and I packed the car entirely too full, left Portland and headed northeast, toward a part of Washington world-renowned for its fields of arid nothing, Republicans, and streets paved with gold copious amounts of potholes (see also: Spokane).
Once we reached the lake where my parents own property, we were overjoyed [...]

I want to thank! everyone for the lovely link and comment loving yesterday and today, re: the new sitely digs and what you think of them.
I’m falling more in love with this design with each passing hour, and not just because most of you really like it, too! (Awesome!) and someone liked it enough yesterday [...]

**Updated to add:** Read Iggy’s first letter home, here. As you can probably tell from the picture, he’s pretty miserable.
Saturday morning Chris and I flew to Alabama to spend ten days with Chris’ family, a rad and righteous (why isn’t this used as an adjective more often?) family who I haven’t seen since before we [...]

On Thursday Chris and I packed up (our entire existence, which mostly revolves around) Iggy, and a change of clothes, and headed an hour and a forty-five minutes in the sunlit direction of The Oregon Coast, to spend Thanksgiving with babycarrot sister and brother Will. It was an amazing trip, for so many reasons, not [...]

Here’s to copious amounts of family, friends and stuffing. I hope your Thursday was a memorable and tasty one.
Tune in tomorrow, wherein I provide photographic proof that Iggy is, in fact, a real dog. A real dog that can walk down long stretches of Oregon coastline and not get eaten by bigger hungrier dogs.

When we return home from dinner with babycarrot sister and brother Will and (eventually; he’s sneaky) find Iggy has relieved himself in a less than ideal location while we were gone, he scolds him, per our owner training manuals (of which we have (too) many), and then, a few minutes later, when Iggy looks at [...]

Just ten weeks old yesterday, Iggy is already conspiring against us. Or, well, against himself.
He’s determined to never again set foot outside.
This afternoon after Chris and I returned from an afternoon of Saturday Market and Powell’s perusal Iggy was incredibly high on crack hyper, running and sliding about, nipping at shoes and just generally highlighting [...]

I’ve hinted about an affection for Pugs in the past, but for quite some time Chris was admittedly skeptical. Chris’ personal dog history is marked by Black Labs, German Shepherds, Rottweiler mixes, essentially any pooch that could be classified as “non-small.”
On Friday Chris came home with this little ankle-biter, and he has fast become “the [...]