Hey dudes! We went camping again last weekend! That brings our 2016 total trips to THREE, pretty impressive for mid-July. A record, in fact.
TOO BAD it was too cold to swim or sunbathe or even go hat and glove-less! That’s right, BOOOOO. No more camping until the temp hits, like, 80. Ugh.
Don’t get me wrong, it was beautiful–Hyas Lake is always beautiful, but at one point Saturday morning I was wearing a tee shirt, long-john shirt, fleece and long pants and a winter hat AND gloves and my fingertips were still turning white from cold. In July. What a load of crap!
The array of wildflowers this year really was stunning. And with only a 10-pound pack to carry, the two flat miles to camp was a piece of cake.
I just, you know, prefer NOT to freeze my ass off when I go camping, that’s all. Also: freeze-dried biscuits and gravy is disgusting! We won’t make that mistake again!
Even the Mountain Man had on a flannel shirt and a down vest. Brrrrrr.
Thank goodness the fire danger wasn’t too high and we were able to build a fire! That helped. A little.
In other, non-camping-related news, Josh and the Broad and I went to see Die Antwoord last night! Woo hoo! Baby’s first concert.
Now that I’m pregnant and sensitive, maybe some of their imagery was a little…creepy, and occasionally the music and lights were a bit…cloying, but 90% of the concert was excellent. I’m glad we went.
The next time you are at Snoqualmie Pass, do yourself a favor and stop by the Aardvark Express: stoner comfort food at its finest. I had a sausage tucked into a pancake and smothered with cream cheese and huckleberry jam, and Josh had chicken curry with a slab of pineapple cake on top. Mmmmmm.
Now we get to review all the random pictures I’ve been insta-shamming for the last couple of weeks. Like this picture of the bedroom lamp, which is notable only because I bought that lamp sans shade from a thrift store a couple of years ago, and randomly found the perfect shade to match it at Fred Meyers, of all places, recently.
My 4th of July shellac is ready to come off.
Oh man. Here’s the thing about pregnancy cravings: sometimes they just won’t abate until you’ve made homemade blueberry muffins with struesel topping. Holy moly, they were goooooood.
The perfect summer scent, courtesy of Pacifica. Good old Pacifica–I now own all the perfumes from them I care to own. Which is like 5 or 6.
This hydrangea in our back yard really is a stunner.
This beautiful rose outside my work needed no extra saturation or IG filters. I’m back at one of my old jobs again, and it’s nice working every day. The staffing company pays great but hasn’t had any work for me since last month.
I never get tired of looking at flowers! These lovely lilies popped up in our front yard.
Today I am 14 weeks and 2 days pregnant, and I’m actually starting to LOOK pregnant. Like, the belly doesn’t flatten when I suck it in.
I feel a little less famished constantly, but I still have a healthy appetite.
Tonight for dinner I am making slow cooker beef and broccoli, with strawberry shortcake for dessert. Doesn’t that sound gooood?
I had originally planned to go to Boise at the end of this month, but moved my trip up to September. My brother and his wife are finally moving out of my parent’s house at the end of next month to their new place in Oregon, and it will be less stressful if I visit then.
I am going to see the new Ab Fab movie this Friday with my Broad, CAN’T WAIT!!!
I really wanted Christopher to come up, but he claims he is in school right now and can’t do it, even though I promised to buy his train ticket and everything. Booooooo.
Meanwhile, the girls and I are still going for our daily walkies.
This year we have completely failed to grow marigolds, lettuce, cucumbers and squash but the tomato plant is thriving! Sigh.
I’m not sure what critters are responsible for munching away the leaves on everything, but we DO have an awful lot of snails in the backyard. Little jerks.
Good grief this blog entry is taking a long time! FINALLY here is Shirley Manson looking fabbuu with bright pink hair at nearly age 50. You go, girl!