Claim to Fame

I went strawberry pick with Mom and Aunt Patty this morning. Mitch (my 4 month old cousin) came with us. Amidst the baby talk it was revealed to me that Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Denny on Grey's Anatomy!) held me when I was a baby. But only briefly. Dad didn't like him (apparently he was too artsy fartsy for my conservative-country-boy-father), and quickly asked to have his baby girl back.

The flasher on Reno 911 also met tiny Val.

Ok, I'm done. But I should hang out with my family more often. These little tidbits are priceless.

Extravaganza.

Nate and I put together a 4th of July party. The theme was American cheese, literally and figuratively. Joel was kind enough to burn a cd of Sousa marches and Copeland suites (AKA the beef song). We rocked out to Americana in decorated visors surrounded by red, white, and blue streamers and ate corn dogs and apple pie. We played Twister, Old Maid, and Pictionary. It ended up being just a few of us. But it was a lot of fun. I'm glad no one I know takes themselves too seriously.

I didn't come in to the office until...just a few minutes ago. My morning was spent just hanging out with myself. And it was awesome.

La Pausa

Joel has educated me on a whole new world of...paradise. It's called Chanel's Les Exclusifs. In due time I will be the proud owner of La Pausa. Class in a bottle. And surprisingly enough, Seattle is one of the few places they sell this line of fragrances.

A few more.

Grandma, Mom, Aunt Kathy, and (my newest cousin) Cami.

A few pictures.

Family Tradition

It's Bainbridge Island Rotary Auction Day. If you've never been, imagine an entire school campus size garage sale with cars, boats, furniture, and anything else someone might want to get rid of. This day is marked on my mother's calendar every year. A Morgan girl tradition since the 70's, my aunt's still come into town just for it. And I'm not there. :pouts: The worst part is I just realized Julie WAS going to work this morning for me. And I told her not to. But, the auction has been open for 2 hours, and all of the really good stuff is gone by now. And Mom did get me a bike. Woo!

Moving Day

I helped John move on Tuesday. Nick was a nice little brother and let me borrow his pick-up truck. And Dad showed me how to tie things down with the mexican tie off, and sailor knots, etc. Monday we packed all day. Tuesday...seemed to never end. Here are a frew highlights. The landlord was late. The room was dirty and furnished (un-benownst to us). The futon wouldn't fit out the door. John lost his wallet. The crazy-burnt-out lady from downstairs come up to complain about noise twice. We had to re-assemble the futon three times. And we got yelled at for parking in the loading zone at his old house.

But it's done!

I'm planning an All-American Independence Day Extravaganza. Red, white, and blue everything. Lots of Sousa Marches. And a few typical american BBQ menu items. All are welcome.