Mariners Game!

The Mariners had a BYU night with jerseys, we had to go. We met Rock in Seattle on our way home from Lincoln City and rode the train into town together.

It was a normal, stinky train ride.

We had pretty good seats on our BYU/Mariners jerseys were sweet.

These was the kids' faces through most of the game, it seemed like it was going to be another crappy M's game.

But then, after a walk, a bloop, and a walk-off homerun they looked like this:

DeA wasn't quite as excited, she thought that they only tied it and were going to have to go into extra innings and she was ready to go.

She was a lot happier when she discovered that it was over and we could go.

I think the Mariners have won like five total games since this one, and I'm posting in the middle of September, so, yea, they are biscuits.

 

The Oregon Coast

We wanted to take one last family trip this summer to commemorate Rock's graduation. Unfortunately, he forgot to get work off and we had to take the trip without him. Ryker and Jens left about a week early to spend time with Gpa and Gma Judd. DeA and I left after work on Tuesday and made the critical stops at Cousin's and Sharon's in The Dalles.

"I think I want to open an ice cream shop like this"

The beach is lovely and the kids got wet as soon as we met them there.

DeA got to wear her sweatshirt in August, so the beach trip was already a win.

The kids decided that it would be our nightly tradition to play Parcheesi. DeA loved/hated it.

No shoes, no shirt, no trip to the grocery store, so Ryker borrowed his mom's sandals.

No trip to the Oregon Coast would be complete without a trip to the Tillamook Cheese Factory.

It is pretty popular. Like crazy popular, how are there that many people that come here on a Wednesday morning?

DeA likes cheese and ice cream, so this is like her mecca. 

Ryker didn't need to take the walking tour because he already knew "enough" about how cheese is made.

Jensley was sad that the cows were miles and miles away and weren't available for petting.

Triple cheese pepperoni pizza in the factory cafe hit scratched the itch that had been hitting Ryker.

Three flavor sampler is the way to go on the ice cream side.

The Jens.

At this meal, the term "biscuits" was coined. It's when something is more than buns, it's biscuits, because the restaurant biscuit was so bad that buns doesn't even describe it anymore.

The kids were confused why DeA said that she loves going to the beach, but never wanted to go on the beach. She likes the essence of the beach, but doesn't like getting dirty and sandy. Jens likes both of those things.

The look of someone who likes going to the beach, but not on the beach.

The look of someone who "loves" to play Parcheesi.

The look of someone who "loves" her husband on their 21st anniversary.

That's better

Jens agreed to come to the ghetto gym that is still stuck in the 1980s. She said it was "something".

I like beach fires, but this beach was almost complete devoid of driftwood and bundles at the store were like $10, so we had a baby fire.

DeA took the gun show on the road.

She loves the beach, she just wants to look at it and smell it, not be on it.

 

RIP Horchata the Cat, She Was All That

There was an unfortunate accident, no one is to blame, but Horchata the cat went to purr-gato-ry (it's a pun that works in English and Spanish). I came home at lunch to help comfort her mourners and to bury her remains.

It was a touching moment. Lines were read from Isaiah and Revelations. No hymns were sung, but that's because I'm not good enough to sing Ave Maria.

That evening, the big event was assembling Nama's sourdough bread oven. The spectators were mostly unhelpful, even though they thought their commands were helping.

The fires are still buns.

It's always nice when Rock stops by the office to visit me steal all my snacks.

There have been many prayers for rain, and I think this counts as an answer to those prayers.

Rock has dove dived doven jumped into the world of Judo and Jujitsu. He even has his own bath robe.