My 618-Day Weekend

The past week was hectic as all get out. No wonder Tara and I nearly collapsed when Saturday evening rolled around and we finally got to kick our feet up and relax. In the span of seven days we had been camping, took a trip to Seattle, and spent a day wandering around the Hawthorne … Continue reading My 618-Day Weekend

Bleu Cheese in my Ice Cream & Belly Dancers on my Brain

Portland is a city known to be a tad "left of center," if you will. Exactly why I love it: I'm a little left of center. That's called symbiosis: we have a complementary relationship. I appreciate the quirky, and the Rose City is excellent at dishing it up. Case in point, and one I've mentioned before: Voodoo … Continue reading Bleu Cheese in my Ice Cream & Belly Dancers on my Brain