he Bawled awl night

It seems there's an energy drink available at, of all places, TARGET, for all that ails the common man.

Infused with the mystical magic of 'Guarana,' this canned treat gives you all of stuff you need to think about what you did, while giving you a boost of memory juice to try to figure out why you DIDN'T.

I read the back label... nothing yet on 'swelling feelings,' or 'angry disappointment.'

let's all grab a can and toast to possibilities! let's knock a few swigs back for the cool refreshment that is validation, 'cause it DOES exist! And let's now crack open a 48 pack for lost time! Blue Bawls,...

where were you in my teens...?

subtle rejection in a can. Dig it.

Fuelish Pranks

Portland has its share of taggers.

This is a prime example of how defacing property can be fun.

Graffiti as a source of entertainment.

Dig it.

the place to bee

While walking down to the waterfront in downtown Portland, Kat and i passed this little porta-party.

I felt an urge to leave some of my honey in the bucket, but there was a padlock on the door prohibiting me from doing so.

All things considered, this is still an interesting name for a company that supplies work-sites with portable pee and poo pots.

I got a good chuckle out of it, but HAVE to wonder what the motivation was.

Being able to laugh at life as it happens around you, and sharing it with someone you love.
Dig it.

What a Puget Sound's like

My turn to wine

I'm just saying....

Three-buck Chuck doesn't sound as good. Oregon doesn't charge sales tax, so it amounts to an additional 84 cents, or so, but this is a matter of principle.

It's principalities.

'sigh'

3-buck Chuck. Dig it.

Just Dropping By

'Passing' through the vast metropolis that is Anderson, California, a thrift shop called Junk N' Treasures caught my eye.
I decided to 'drop' in, and noticed a sparsely enjoyed, always overlooked treat 'behind' the glass at the counter. I was looking for a snack to hold me over, since i was pooped from a long day of driving. Hopping out of my car was like squeezing out of my shell.
Though the Armadillo Droppings were enticing, it was always option number 2. I opted for some Junior Mints that had slipped between my bucket seat and the center console. Still, the vision of those armadil-licious nuggets still lingers:

Ahhhh.... The appetite quencher that could've been.

Let's toast to possibilities, and seeing new things.

Popping into shops in random cities to see what the locals consider 'junk' AND food. Dig it.

Child Support

Every so often we're given a chance to indulge our sweet tooth while donating to an establishment that promotes unity and selflessmess in our youth.

The girl scouts have brought us, not only a place to dump our daughters in trustworthy hands, but also an opportunity to teach them values that they can carry and implement from the wilderness, to the workforce.
Not to mention, they have outfits that make appearances on older girls 'boy-scouting' at Halloween parties....

Buy a box, or two,....or twelve of your favorite tax write-off.

Girl Scout cookies as a diet-breaker. Dig it.

I make me an ash-hole

Sitting at Bux last night, writing in the weather, found me without muse, and without an ashtray.

I went ahead and solved one of the predicaments using my venti Bux cup, and my leatherman tool.

The moral: sometimes you have to 'cut' the crap to make it work.