For Megan

Over a month.

That is how long it has been since I blogged.

Honestly, I didn't think that it mattered much.

But then my fans....well, ok...Fan (singular...not plural) summoned me.

So, here I is.

Events that have happened over the last month.

Grace turned 8.

How on earth do I have an 8 year old?? I still feel 22!

I dont look like I am 22, nor do I move like I am 22. However, I still feel 22.

Grace is turning into such a little adult. She always has been. We didn't raise her talking to her like a child. She never did "Fawdowngoboom" (Fall down and go boom).

But what comes with an 8 year old that is a mini adult is ATT-I-TUDE!!

My land, she is a sassy pants.

She is VERY independent. To the point where she is pretty sure she needs to tell me how to do things.

I sure love her and I dont know what I would do with out her.

I took a girls trip to Oregon.

Yep. Sure did.

My friends Jen and Lindsey said to me one day; "we want to go on a girls trip and we want you to plan it".

So I did. I think with in 6 hours, I told them that we are going to Oregon.

I have ALWAYS wanted to go to the Oregon Coast.

It was well worth the wait (and weight).

So then I thought, "Duh, Sara is on of my favorite-ist people. She needs to come"

My phone call to Sara: "Hey, come to Oregon with us."

Sara: "When?"

Me:" May 6-11"

Sara:"Coo...Just bought my ticket."

Im not kidding, it took that long.

So then there we are at May 6th.

We all get in the car, get to the airport and we are on our way.

We get into Portland and take the shuttle to go get our car.

So our first interaction with an "Oregonian" is with the car rental lady.

It took me about 5 seconds to determine that she purchases a very low grade of crack that is laced with bleach from some hooker in Mexico.

For those that aren't familiar with my humor.....SHES CRAZY!!!

But then she tells me that she is from Washington.....makes sense. :)

(I kid, I kid)

Now don't get me wrong, she is super nice. Just super weird as well.

She REALLY wanted us to get the red mustang or the black chrysler 300.

Listen lady, we aren't P.I.M.P.'s . We are 30 something year old moms with 8 kids between us.

(OK, OK, Jen is responsible for half)

We go with the HHR.

Nothing says "Cougar Prowl" like an HHR.

And there were 4 of us....all on the hunt.....:)

And again..I kid.

But seriously....don't you think that HHR's are driven by cougars or those of the male gender that remain in the closet? (not that there is anything wrong with that)

Annnyyyywwwaaaaayyyyyyy........

We get our car and we are heading out of the parking lot. The attendant takes our "anything wring with this car" sheet. We ask her if there is anything close to go eat...and I am not kidding...she starts going off about 5 different places and how her sister used to date one of the owners of one of the places and how he talked her into wearing red underwear with pink socks and how her friend goes to the other place all the time because she gets cooking tips from the cook.....THAT IS A MONKEY!!!

OK, that isn't true.

BUT she really was too nice to shut up.

Super nice...wanted to answer our question....and would not shut up.

It took about 8 minutes for us to get out of there.

FINALLY we are on our way.

The car was in Lindsey's name. But she wanted me to drive. But we promised the crack head rental car lady that only Lindsey would drive. So we pulled over in a parking lot and I got in the drivers seat.

We were headed into Portland (via Washington with my mad navigating skills.. :) ) to go to Voodoo Donuts. They have the bacon-ater you know.

A maple bar with bacon on it. No lie. And guess what....it is GOOD! And that isn't a lie either.

We get there and we each order like 3 different donuts. I ordered a banana fritter that was as big as my head.

We HAVE to try them all!!

And we do.

And 10 minutes after we leave.....Sara is barfing....

But that didn't slow anything down.

We still had about a 2.5 hour trip to Florence.

It was a great road trip.

Then we get to Florence. We are staying at The Blue Heron Inn.

They boast homey, warm rooms and a gourmet breakfast.

See here, breakfast:

We stayed in a 2 bedroom..room. Well, really, it was a room with a hobbit room attached.

See here: Hobbit Room-

This was the room that Jen and I stayed in. I actually really liked it.

The other part of the room was an actual room with a king sized bed that Lins and Sara slept in.

So we get to our place of rest and we meet the host.

Maurice.

He was a cute, sweet, kinda creepy guy that was about 65 or so.

I have never seen a skinner 65 year old.

He was super nice and super informative.

He came to be VERY fond of us.

Especially Sara.....trouble in a small blonde package...as he would put it.

We have a picture of us with Maurice, but Sara has it.

I am waiting to get those pictures.

I am going to stop writing for now.

I don't want it to be so long that it is boring.

But know this: In the next post there will be.......

High class eating

Riding with Charlie

NAKED AS A JAY BIRD

I hope to have more pictures then.

I bet you cant wait.

-Paranoia in a large cheetah colored package......