PT Cruisers are AWESOME!

So,whilst in Oregon we had to rent a car to get ourselves around (and away). We paid EXTRA to get this electric (what Alex calls "make me puke") blue PT Cruiser. Yup. Okay, no, that's what Abbey said we should tell people when they asked us why we were driving around in something the Baby Boom generation considers awesome, but everybody else doesn't. Well, it's mostly the color of the car -- which I chose by the way. Alex wanted the white one, and I had to go for the "make me puke" blue.

It was a good car to drive around in at least. The sound system wasn't great, it only got 21 MPG, and made us look like morons, but it got us where we needed to be. These pictures were taken in Newport, which is kind of a... um... dank and crowded little place. I guess? It is where we caught the video of the crabs eating each other (see below), so that was sweet. But later in this same day I took a four hour nap and missed the logging festival. We did get to see Ripley's Believe it or Not, the Wax Museum, and Undersea adventure (crabs). They were all strange. But at least I got my picture taken with a celebrity:
His face seemed a little squished, and I didn't understand the bandanna wrapped around his wrist, but I guess that's Johnny Depp for you.

I have that presentation today, oh man it's so bad. Oh, well, cognitively I can't come up with anything better than a PowerPoint presentation with pictures of my cats. Oh man.

Morgan is hilarious

My little brother-in-law is a pretty funny guy. To emphasize this let me share a video with you. Now, in this video a couple crabs are eating one of their brothers -- I know, awesome-- and at the very end Morgan says something. Turn the volume up! I tried to get it louder, but this was the best I could do. Laugh and be merry, yo.

Ha! Made you look!

So, remember how I told you that we went to the Portland Art Museum? This was one of the best pieces we saw, because it was so REALISTIC. So much so that Alex and I hesitated in approaching him. We didn't was to bother a guy posing naked in the middle of the gallery.
We also worried that while looking at him he'd jump up and yell, "Ha! Made you look at my bits!" That would have been embarrassing.

Now, mind you we didn't read that we weren't supposed to take pictures until we had had our fill of it all. Whoops.

Frustration just doesn't sum it up...

So, I first created this blog so I could share my crafty side with others who are obsessed/compulsive with fabric and such. But, since I haven't touced this thing since... November? I'll just go ahead and write whatever I want, much like my good angry friend Stephanie. You should really read her blog, it's a laugh.
Now, getting back to why I'm here (typing) in the first place. I had one of the worst weekends in quite a while. My lovely sister-in-law got married this last weekend in Portland, Oregon. See?

Isn't she beautiful? Now, Sallee and Nathan got married in the Temple, so Alex and I couldn't even go in to see the wedding, but I guess the guy leading the ceremony talked about earthquakes and people being crushed under an overpass. What?! you may ask, well, to be honest, I don't know. I only heard about it. I wasn't there. Anyway, we went to Portland for her wedding, and we had good times Thursday when Alex and I were on our own. We went to the Portland Art Museum and had a pretty good time... until I touched something. Of course, just when I touch it one of the curators walks past and says "EXCUSE ME!" I immediately felt like an ass... but, in my defense I touched a "fabric" sculpture, because in my brain when something is made of fabric you NEED to touch it to truly experience it. How was I to know that touching it would make a piece of it tumble an inch? It was not an attractive piece in the first place, and then to discover that it was put together shabbily made me lose respect for the artist. Really, if you're going to display something, don't you make sure that it's solid? When I make things, dolls, toys, whatever, I try to make it solid enough that anyone (including KIDS) can touch it, play with it, to get the full experience. Otherwise, why work with cloth? Anyway, we went driving afterward and got a little lost. Here's Alex looking excited about it: Then we drove to Salem. Um, I think Alex's sister Abbey summed it up best when she called it the "West Valley of Oregon." It was just kind of trashy, and the house we stayed at had a sunken living room. I hate those things, what's the point? I FEEL like going UP and DOWN three steps so I can be in the same room, but LOWER! Stupid design. And Alex's family was on pins and needles, grumpy and complaining about everything. These are optimistic fun people, but in Oregon it's like the lack of sun sucked all of their goodness out. They were kind of more rotten than normal. Well, they're never rotten, so being around their grumpy versions through me for a loop. Plus, I was supposed to be reading 3 chapters for classes, and creating two presentations, so my stress levels were through the roof. Like, right now I should be working on one of those presentations, but my working memory isn't really working anymore. So I'm doing this instead. One more picture, and then I'll try to start working.

We walked around the university in Portland. It was pretty. Okay, better pictures coming soon. I may even look angry in some of them... actually, I can guarantee it.