Someday, I'll be a good bowler.

Just needed to express {complain} publicly that the gene for bowling technique skipped a generation--my generation. I'm lucky if I break 100. With bumpers.

It's bad.

Points for style?

Someday, they'll shed their mythical implication.

When they come up in conversation--which is quite often--people often ask me if narwhals are real animals.

My response:

*laugh*

*realize they're serious*

*want to cry*

Yes, narwhals are real. Please stop stupidly inquiring about the existence of a clearly tangible arctic dweller.

That is all.

Someday, they'll go to Texas.

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Overalls from this post, now have a new destination. So proud of my girl, Bonich Meister! Living her dream and going to TCU {Texas Christian University} now calls for our overalls to venture to Texas! Missing my sisters already as many of them are beginning to depart for another long school year away from our hometown of Wilsonville but thanks to these beauties, love is just an ugly XXXL Winnie the Pooh embroidered denim jumpsuit away.

Traditional photo for J & B...

Someday, I'll remember to pack my toothbrush.

It's the one thing I ALWAYS forget to pack. Just ask Natalie...in grade school, I just kept an extra at her house for sleepover purposes. Well a weekend trip to Sunriver, OR proved nothing had changed as I neglected to pack any agent of oral hygiene. It's okay. One gas station was fully stocked.

The trip was nothing short of entertaining. Between learning and rapping {almost} all the words to Hoodie Allen's "No Interruption," taking an accidental 13-mile hike {in full-on Bear Grylls mode}, getting eaten alive by bloodthirsty mosquitos, associating with tipsy Bend Brewfest goers, attending an  {to avoid the risk of sounding insulting} "alternative" music performance--we were only interested in the opening act--and many other accounts that delivered gut-busting laughter...I'd say it was a successful  trip.

So glad I could spend the weekend feasting my eyes on beautiful central Oregon.

*Oh and one final note: to the guys floating the river, awkwardly paddling over and asking if our inter tube device is actually a kiddy pool will not prove as a successful method of flirtation, nor will gushing about the flip flop you lost yesterday.
~That is all.~

"I be working like I'm Anders Holmvik."