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You Know You’re From Oregon When…

Your children learned to walk in Birkenstocks.
You throw an aluminum can in the trash and feel guilty.

You complain about Californians as you sell your house to one for twice as much as you originally paid.

You only honk your horn if collision is imminent and never for anything else.

You consider something a “hill” (not a mountain) if it doesn’t have snow on it or has not recently erupted, regardless of its altitude.

You consider “etiquette” a foreign word.

Most of your friends are from California.

You find a wallet with $500 and give it back to the owner.

You used to live somewhere else but won’t admit it publicly.

You’ve ever ordered a half caff/decaf, nonfat mocha grande with sugar-free cranberry whip (or you know what it is).

You know a bride & groom that registered at REI.

If someone ran your car off the highway, you might drown.

You’d be miffed if the store was out of your favorite brand of water.

Every day is casual Friday.

Hear the word “ferry” and think of boats and long waits. Go to The Coastal Side to avoid the long waits to go for boating.

Know at least eight people who work for Intel or Nike, or used to work for Tektronix.

You think skiing always means being covered from head to toe, in snow or water.

Know that Boring is a town and not just a state of mind.

Have actually used your mountain bike on a mountain.

You design your kid’s Halloween costume to fit under a raincoat.

You return from a California vacation depressed because “all the grass was dead.”

Remember the date, severity, time of day, where you were, and how long you were out of power and phone service for every winter weather event in the last five years.

Have ever called your insurance agent to ask if your homeowner’s policy covers falling trees, flooding, or mud slides.

You never go camping without waterproof matches, ponchos, and mattress pads that double as flotation devices.

You believe swimming is not a sport but a survival skill to prevent boating deaths.

You own more than 10 articles of clothing that have the names of microbreweries/brewpubs printed on them.

You think downtown is “scary” because you were panhandled there, once.

You replace your hiking boots with Birkenstock or Teva sandals when the weather gets above 60 degrees.

You believe people who use umbrellas are wimps or Californians, or both.

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The pain and the hobbling

Yesterday I went to the podiatrist to have a procedure done on my left foot. While the procedure itself was not painful at all, the after math has been crippling. I am in SO. MUCH. PAIN.

I started out the day falling in the shower trying to wash my non-injured foot by propping myself up on the injured foot, which so did not work. Then I was trying to put my pants on and Ellie (my black lab, for those of you that are new) decided at that moment to come rub up against me, knocking me into my closet door. Also not fun. Then I tried on every pair of shoes I own to see which would hurt less to wear. As you may have guessed it, every single pair was a living nightmare! The pain. The anguish. So I sucked it up and put on my brown Nine West heels. I may as well be cute, right?

As soon as I got to work and hobbled around I was in so much pain it was intolerable. I finally admitted defeat and took the damn shoes off. It was really good planning on my part to wear nice, cute socks that matched my outfit, since it was all everyone saw for the rest of the day. Having my shoes off was so much better, but still kinda painful walking on my foot. I have been alternating between walking on my heel and walking on my big toe. Either way gets too straining on my calf muscles if I do it too much, so I try to vary it.

In summary: My name is Carrie. I am in pain. But at least I have cute socks.

Milestones

Today is our second wedding anniversary. I cannot believe that is has already been two years since we got married. I know it seems miniscule now, but I like to think of it as a jumping off point. I have always known I would marry him, kind of like you know when you find the perfect outfit. It just fits. In fact, for his birthday the first year we were dating I bought him an ID bracelet (be nice, they were in back then!) inscribed with “The start of forever.”


Our Wedding Day

To celebrate the occasion, I thought I would tell the story of how Simeon and I found each other. (I love you, Simeon. You make every day better than the last. And for that I am eternally grateful!)

Random thoughts

I was just thinking, you know how you sometimes open a door and there is someone on the other side and it totally startles you. Or you round a corner and run into someone and jump or, more embarrassingly, scream. Why does it totally scare me some times but other times I just smile and keep walking? What is the deal with that?

Oh, and I wanted to throw in that it’s guest blog day over at Rachael’s, so go check her out!

Now with more photos!

After numerous request, I did some work last night and uploaded all my recent photos. I could not believe how long it has been since I put photos up. Sorry. So here they are:

I put up generic categories for Ellie, Molly, and the cats.

There are photos of my new faucet, as well as shots of Sim working on the installation part.

A few weeks ago, Heather and Lindsay came over to visit and I followed Lindsay around like the paparazzi. She is just too cute, how could I resist?

I have some shots of the boys’ favorite past time: Foos ball!

Last Friday night Simeon and I took David and Kristen to the University of Portland After Dark Soccer game. It was really fun. There was a BBQ before the game and fireworks after. Because I was an alumni we all got fancy purple shirts! We were all soooo cool! Go check us out!

And last but not least, Lisa M. and John invited Simeon and I to join them along with Lisa P. and Jeff for dinner at their house. We all enjoyed a great dinner (thanks Lisa!!), had fun drinking and playing games, and just hanging out. All the evidence is here.

So enjoy all the photos. Sorry it took me so long!

Lists to laugh about

While I am a huge fan of making lists, mine tend to be on the practical, organized side. They never really lean toward the hilarious, make-you-laugh-so-hard-your-stomach-hurts, co-workers audibly snorting side. But if you are looking for the latter, look no further.

I love the email addresses one, the Coors Light one, and the defective bible one. But I have only just started digging through them and I wanted to share with those of you who needed a laugh today.

Touch of Death

I think I may have the “Touch of Death.” I was just in the lunchroom eating my leftover spaghetti from my Spaghetti Factory dinner last night, when all of a sudden the microwave died. I was standing in front of it waiting for the display to finish counting (I know it’s really bad to stand in front of a microwave, yadda, yadda, yadda. If it’s not one thing it’s another. Sue me.) 14….13….12….11….

But 10 never came. The screen went totally black. I fiddled with the cord to make sure it hadn’t come unplugged. Nothing happened. I tried pressing the “clear” button. Nothing happened. I opened the door and closed it again. Nothing happened. I even tapped on the top and said “Hello!” Nothing happened.

So I must have the “Touch of Death.” That or really bad timing. Sorry fellow co-workers if there are any of you who hadn’t gotten to warm up your lunch yet! My bad!

**Updated** I did not break the microwave. In fact, after testing several different things, we realized the outlet had died, not the microwave. So we have temporarily rearranged the kitchen to accommodate this fiasco.

Oh yeah….

And, um, I totally forgot to take pictures during dinner last night. Sorry! I was so distracted trying to get everything done (and at the same time) so we would all get to eat. Some people had to leave a little early, so I was under a time crunch. You understand, don’t you?

Men and women

I love clothes. I love shopping. I especially love shopping for clothes. And I don’t even need to be shopping with the intent to buy (God knows my bank account needs a break from time to time!). I even love window shopping. Or, with the help of high speed internet access, shopping on-line. So usually I don’t need to be tempted too badly to pull up my favorite shops and browse the latest looks. But when the stores email me to let me know something is new (or, heaven forbid, on sale!), how could I not click on that little link? It would be rude not to, right?

So I click around and find all the cutest things and when I find something I really like I, with a little help from ICQ, shoot the url to Simeon. His typical response is “nice.” I guess that means its good. So today we had a little conversation about the difference between men and women. It went a little something like this:

C: do you ever think about clothes? or is that just a girl thing?
C: I mean I know you dream about shorts and flip-flops in 0’s and 1’s but other than that?
S: It must be a girl thing. I don’t ever think about clothes. other then the ones I am wearing.
C: and you barely think about that huh?
C: such sad things
C: Old Navy, Gap, and New York and Co. email me and taunt me.
C: But at least they email me.