Dear Trev & Robin,
Kids are the funnest thing you will ever call your own.
Congratulations!
Jace, Lori, Marina & Elena
Monday, November 26, 2007
For Trev
Dear Trev & Robin,
Kids are the funnest thing you will ever call your own.
Congratulations!
Jace, Lori, Marina & Elena
Sunday, November 4, 2007
ASLosers
Another fine day of football in the Eug. Campus shots are easy in the fall. Deady hall in the mid day sun.
The captain of the Epiphany, and my sanity, after a quick haltime break with me on the concourse.
The captain of the Epiphany, and my sanity, after a quick haltime break with me on the concourse.
What on Earth is in that bottle? Half time sunset.....the game looked good but tight at this point. Anxiety ratcheted up some...would the fabled 2nd half ASU team show up? Or even if they did, would they like what they'd find in the Oregon team on the field...we know now. The 2nd half was a total 10. Loud as ever, and the Oregon defense was as huge as JStew.
When the dust settled, and my ears, vocal chords and hands stopped ringing, we moved clear of the Pac.
Night comes on to Autzen. Sweet walk back over the river to campus for a celebratory prime rib feast at the OES with the crew....a slice of Sy's and I-5 any other night, but this one was worth the wait.
3 more big games....
Viva La Halloween
Halloween was really fun this year....the girls both finally "got" the pumpkin thing and were into pulling out the guts and all that stuff. Marina wanted to be part of the whole process...including making sure that the right mood came through on her pumpkin.
Elena just wanted the whole thing to hurry up to the point where I would light hers on fire so she could see it in the dark.
I think things turned out alright myself.....
The resurgence of the princess patrol broke out again for the big night. We actually strayed from our neighborhood and went to some friends of ours that we met during Marina's pre birth class thingy. Forgot how cool all that crowd was. They live on Alameda, which I've never trick or treated at....it was nuts. Like Peacock Lane for Halloween....literally there would be 15 kids at the door, and another 15 waiting to get up the steps, with another 15 running towards the house from both directions. Totally impossible and a little worrying trying to keep your eye on your 2 year old in the candy feuled mayhem.
I think Elena could do Halloween every night. Dead sprint from start to chocolate mouthed finish and ultimate collapse
Boo.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Troj-ends
What a great weekend. Beautiful weather, trip down to the Eug with the usual suspects, and several hours of the Ducks putting the hurt on the Trojans. Very festive down there, starting with the campus. Love this picture.
The fine people at Rennie's made an art installment on the roof to commemorate the occasion. Great jack-o-lantern work, and use of a toilet.
The tailgate lot was happening before the game, and this guy got himself all prettied up for the occasion.
Game was awesome. Pete Carroll was his typical jackass self. Including calling a timeout at 9 seconds remaining with the Ducks in possession and just needing to run out the clock....only to make the officials clear the field of the fans and players rushing the field. So, ok Pete, we'll clear out, let you have your hissy fit and then finish with the celebration. That ok with you?
The day ended as perfect as it began, walking back slowly over the footbridge in the golden sun. The Ducks aren't over the hump yet. Next week vs ASU is huge, as it should be.
GODUCKS!
The fine people at Rennie's made an art installment on the roof to commemorate the occasion. Great jack-o-lantern work, and use of a toilet.
The tailgate lot was happening before the game, and this guy got himself all prettied up for the occasion.
Game was awesome. Pete Carroll was his typical jackass self. Including calling a timeout at 9 seconds remaining with the Ducks in possession and just needing to run out the clock....only to make the officials clear the field of the fans and players rushing the field. So, ok Pete, we'll clear out, let you have your hissy fit and then finish with the celebration. That ok with you?
The day ended as perfect as it began, walking back slowly over the footbridge in the golden sun. The Ducks aren't over the hump yet. Next week vs ASU is huge, as it should be.
GODUCKS!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
5 years and counting...
Marina is FIVE! Wha happa? We had a full day of Princess-O-Rama today as Marina turned the big half decade. Good times. Started out with special hairdressing and Princess Dress fitting.....
Meanwhile, I worked on another Daddy cake masterpiece...
Then it was friends and chaos. Evan and Marina always love to pose for a picture...
Our Goddaughter Olivia and Marina...seperated at birth?
Fun day. The whole princess bash, complete with catered food and everything (Lori "won" the event in an fundraising auction last year) was a hit with us, and the kids. Sets a high bar now though for Elena, who is looking to even the score this winter for her big 3rd....what have we done. Started a sister birthday arms race already.....
Meanwhile, I worked on another Daddy cake masterpiece...
Then it was friends and chaos. Evan and Marina always love to pose for a picture...
Our Goddaughter Olivia and Marina...seperated at birth?
Fun day. The whole princess bash, complete with catered food and everything (Lori "won" the event in an fundraising auction last year) was a hit with us, and the kids. Sets a high bar now though for Elena, who is looking to even the score this winter for her big 3rd....what have we done. Started a sister birthday arms race already.....
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
26.2....whew....
First off...where have I been on my blog? My bad. Sabbatical ended (sort of) and I got swept up into the lifestream again....not that I don't have good content to put up on the ol' blog though! Alvarez has inspired me to post once again.
That said, I finished my first marathon last weekend here in Portland. I've always wanted to do that...way back from when I was a skinny cross country kid in high school. Well, by 35, mission accomplished. What a trip that was. The training, the avoiding injury in the lead up, the mental preparation...all of it. And to top it off, the virgin marathon experience. No precedents, no preconceived notions, just me, my shoes, my GU, and my determination not to die out there.
It was a beautiful day in Portland (speaking as a Portlander), low 50's, overcast, no rain, little wind, great day to run. 9000 people on the course or so abouts. I got to the start later than I would have liked, and found myself stuck way back in the mob. Behind the 4:15 pace group. I was shooting to hit 3:45, so I knew I was going to be swimming upstream for the whole day.
Bang.
Run, run, run, run, run some more. Weird things happen when you run this long. I've described it as going into a narrower and narrower tunnel. Until it is so narrow, you are simply staring at the pinhole right in front of you and trying to figure out how you are going to get through it to go find a beer, a burrito and a bed. Total concentration and meditation. I see why people get addicted to such a seemingly painful experience.
Anyway, I beat my goal. Crossed the line in 3:40:10, and then thanked my lucky stars that Lori made it downtown with the girls to get me. After 10 minutes cooling down, I started walking pretty funny.
Not sure the girls understood what I was doing (or why I was so stinky, and unable to pick them up), but I was totally ecstatic to have all my ladies with me at the finish.
72 hours later, I am almost free of the pain. And almost ready to run again. To where or to what? I'll have to figure that out. Fun day I'll always remember.
That said, I finished my first marathon last weekend here in Portland. I've always wanted to do that...way back from when I was a skinny cross country kid in high school. Well, by 35, mission accomplished. What a trip that was. The training, the avoiding injury in the lead up, the mental preparation...all of it. And to top it off, the virgin marathon experience. No precedents, no preconceived notions, just me, my shoes, my GU, and my determination not to die out there.
It was a beautiful day in Portland (speaking as a Portlander), low 50's, overcast, no rain, little wind, great day to run. 9000 people on the course or so abouts. I got to the start later than I would have liked, and found myself stuck way back in the mob. Behind the 4:15 pace group. I was shooting to hit 3:45, so I knew I was going to be swimming upstream for the whole day.
Bang.
Run, run, run, run, run some more. Weird things happen when you run this long. I've described it as going into a narrower and narrower tunnel. Until it is so narrow, you are simply staring at the pinhole right in front of you and trying to figure out how you are going to get through it to go find a beer, a burrito and a bed. Total concentration and meditation. I see why people get addicted to such a seemingly painful experience.
Anyway, I beat my goal. Crossed the line in 3:40:10, and then thanked my lucky stars that Lori made it downtown with the girls to get me. After 10 minutes cooling down, I started walking pretty funny.
Not sure the girls understood what I was doing (or why I was so stinky, and unable to pick them up), but I was totally ecstatic to have all my ladies with me at the finish.
72 hours later, I am almost free of the pain. And almost ready to run again. To where or to what? I'll have to figure that out. Fun day I'll always remember.
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