Itsa art

I can't dance

I have unwittingly fulfilled that hallway vinyl encouragement "Dance Like No One's Watching." Because in the mornings I either go for a run or participate in what I like to call Ghetto Just Dance, where I watch YouTube videos of Xbox 360 song clips from Just Dance 3 and play them through my laptop onto our TV. It's far cheaper than buying a Kinect, and I bust just as many moves and break a far cheaper sweat. And whoever uploads these videos are far better dancers than me, so I always get a high score in the end.

Also: it snowed yesterday! In Portland. This is a rare occurrence, and I don't like it. Because it's not really snow, but slushy white muck.

Also: I've been taking some time to draw more.

Also: Courtney? Really?

Name game

Last weekend we went to Portland's numero uno science museum, OMSI, or as Seve calls it, Exploration Station. That's what he calls any science museum he can't remember the name of. Any restaurant he can't remember the name of he'll refer to as Macaroni Palace. All grocery stores are called Uncle Leroy's. Girls are either Penelope or Petunia. But he seems to always be able to remember guy's names. That's just sexist, says me.

Seve will also insert "fart" or "boob" to any entertainment he doesn't like. Last of the Mohicans = Last of the Farthicans, Justin Beiber = Justin Boober. Kim Fartashian. Also, Jersey Snore. Haha.

Simon's first typewriter

Just a kid after my own heart.

All the Pretty Horses

Once on a job application I listed that I was good at telling jokes. The job was to work as an Activities Coordinator at the Jackson Lake Lodge in the Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming. Though I never imagined joke-telling would come up in the interview process, I should have known that being so cheeky on my application would come back to bite me. So when asked to tell my best joke, I suddenly reverted back to my 8 year old self.

Why did the toilet paper roll down the hill?

To get to the bottom.

Luckily, my soon-to-be new boss cracked up and hired me then and there, and I was soon advizing the good guests of Yellowstone's sister park on what were the best day hikes around Jackson Lake and the best BBQ in Jackson (Bubba's, just so you know).

Oh, and above are some photos from a personal art project I'm doing featuring the world's tiniest gang of plastic Mustangs. Here they are galloping across my entry table! I'll be documenting their journey through my home and other such places, so keep your eyes peeled for their antics and watch where you step - they're only just over an inch tall.

Flora Fauna & Merryweather

If you want something bad enough, earn it. Anything worth doing will actually take time and discipline. I wanted to become a derby girl after watching Whip It. I wanted a $300 pair of Reidell skates to accomplish this dream. Instead I bought a $35 pair of Chicagos and told myself to go to the rink once a week until I could skate like mutha futha Van Halen. Needless to say, only one week at the rink and almost two years later, I did not earn those Reidells.

The first major I ever declared in college was photography, but I dropped it after I let the intimidation of my more-talented peers get to me. But I didn't give up photography altogether; Christmas of 2010 I bought myself a camera. I wanted a DSLR, but knew I needed to put in the effort for that price tag. So I bought a cheaper point & shoot with manual features so I could manual myself to the top of my game. One year and thousands of photos later, I earned myself my beloved Nikon, Annie.

I also had to earn Fauna, who made her spring debut a few days ago. The taste of summer draws nigh.

p.s. Yes, Simon is wearing a bibdana.

Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years

I keep meaning to do a "fashion" post, or "what's in my bag" post, or "we walked around downtown" post, but every time we pull out the camera we only create fodder for "OMG look at Simon!" posts. Sorry about that. Once I get a camera strap and cover to protect my Nikon from all this Oregon rain you'll probably see more "life outside my house" posts. But, until then, OMG look at Simon!

Also, we finally got around to watching Midnight in Paris. Guys, I didn't know it was a magical, time travel film! I thought it was going to be a "now I'm sleeping with this person" kind of a film but NO. It was fabulous. Utterly charming. So good. I wonder what my "golden time" is? Owen may love 1920's Paris but I think I'd like to be part of those golden 1980's, Desperately Seeking Susan Madonna days. Not really, there's nothing golden about that time. Except Madonna's brassy hair.