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half of an epic celebratory weekend

Once upon a time this blog was about how we ran off to Canada and eloped. Wednesday will mark three years since that happened.

three years married!

We also have Jess’ birthday to celebrate the day before, so we usually try to make a fabulous weekend of it. Last year we took a road trip on the coast. This year we kind of casually picked a few things that sounded fun without a ton of planning and somehow managed to have the best weekend I can remember.

Since we made reservations for an eight course vegetarian dinner at Tilth in Seattle, I proposed a lunch of nothing but milkshakes and Jess obliged.

We simultaneously came up with the genius idea of trying a salted caramel milkshake at Molly Moon, because that is how our marriage seems to work. And you guys, holy crap.

I have since decided that this will be my birthday present to myself come September, as well as my last meal if I ever get the death penalty. I know salted caramel was on trend like five years ago, but it will never stop being amazing. Salty + sweet = true love forever. I probably won’t need a salted caramel cupcake again because this exists.

We people and boat watched at Gas Works Park, where even the garbage on the ground was romantic.

Then on to Tilth where we planned to go all out and get the Grand Eight Course Vegetarian Tasting Menu. To our surprise there was also an amuse-bouche, so it was more like nine courses plus cocktails and the house made sodas I just had to try.

I won’t bore you with 12 pictures of our dinner, especially since we sat inside so the photos are lighting-challenged. How about some highlights:

the most perfect shot of asparagus soup and a slice of heirloom tomato with preserved lemon and basil

a porcini flan and grilled cauliflower with pickled garlic and truffle oil

sasparilla and rhubarb-ginger soda, served with classy giant ice cubes!

strawberry-rhubarb shortcake with chantilly cream

Everything was so fresh and flavorful and delicious, we ran out of compliments to tell the waitress when she checked on us during each course. And we enjoyed the fanciness of it all. I was overly amused by Jess’ napkin getting refolded for her while she was in the powder room. One time while she was gone the maitre d’ and the waitress each folded it for her. Awesome.

Then we had a gorgeous sunset drive through Seattle before heading off to downtown Tacoma for alchemy drinks at this place we’ve been meaning to try for ages.

1022 South is named after it’s address on J Street in downtown Tacoma. One part old apothecary, one part classy bar, they make fancy cocktails with homemade bitters and botanical infusions.

This was just round one: cherry shrub – rum, tarragon, amaro, cherry balsamic shrub and drunken boat – blackstrap rum, ginger liqueur, house made ginger beer, flamed angostura bitters

I wish I had a video of my drink on fire. Everything tasted amazing, and it lit a fire under us to experiment more with homemade syrups and even shrubs (apparently and aged fruit syrup).

After drinks we ate a caprese plate of tomato, basil, fresh mozarella and balsamic reduction and drank tons of complimentary cucumber water to sober up before driving back to Olympia. I can’t imagine anything more indulgent, but this was just DAY ONE.

More tomorrow, if you can handle it.


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my favorite wedge issue

This was the first day we met. We ate organic lollipops. I took this photo with my cell phone.

We ran away to British Columbia and eloped, and we promised (among many other things) to see/share the world together.

We merged households via the most epic, extraordinary roadtrip/honeymoon. It included the Grand Canyon, the painted desert, a sunset over New Mexico, a visit to Dollywood, the largest Salt and Pepper Shaker Museum in the world, a historic mental institution, many beautiful bridges, the dinosaurs featured in PeeWee’s Big Adventure, redwood forests, Oregon sand dunes, and the feedlots of California.

Since then, we have gotten married another time (thumbing our noses at Prop H8), built a garden, bought a house, built another garden, survived being middle school parents, and had a lot of hilarious, delicious, wonderful escapades.

For our anniversary, I did a little math. We have driven 6,591 miles on road trips together, which does not include any trips we make regularly, like Portland, Seattle, and Tacoma, or any airplane miles. We have visited 14 states, and traveled to Canada (which counts as international travel because it requires a passport!). We are writing our own song of the open road. That’s not bad for two years with full-time jobs!

During our honeymoon, we drove from San Francisco, CA to Florence, OR on U.S. Route 101. The beauty of 101 along the Oregon coast is humbling and amazing. For our second anniversary, we drove the northern part of Oregon’s 101, and across the Astoria-Megler Bridge to visit Long Beach, WA. It was an excellent road trip, and the perfect way to spend our anniversary – small towns, fancy hotels, weird tourist stuff, and plenty of beach. We have stories & pictures galore to share.

(this photo was taken at Cape Meares, which is a magical place full of extraordinary things, including tufted puffins and a tree shaped like an octopus)

Some day, I would like to drive the rest of US 101. Driving the Washington portion of 101 would include a visit to Forks, hometown of the fictional Bella Swan! I’m not sure about the southern California part of 101, though. Isn’t it, like, really hot there? (please note: we are wearing hoodies in mid-july in that photo) I appreciate historic highway routes, and the stories they hold. We have traveled parts of Route 66 & the Lincoln Highway too, but 101 is the most convenient. Our town is the northern terminus of the route.

Life has been a wonderful journey since we joined ourselves in marriage. Our plan is to keep doing our part to keep the divorce rate down, and have some more excellent adventures.


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City of Destiny

We spent some time in Tacoma this weekend in an effort to escape the mountain of chores that pile up in a garden this time of year. Oh, I planted peas and watered the seedlings and turned the compost, but no one felt like building or shoveling. So, Tacoma: Procrastination via staycation.

We missed the movie we wanted to see at the Grand Cinema by just a few minutes, and the bakery we wanted to visit was closed due to the Sundayness. Tacoma thwarted our best intentions, but we had a little antique shopping and walking around downtown exploring alleys and taking photos of our own shadows.

Before I moved here, I didn’t know much about Tacoma. Maybe they had a big dome or something? What does anyone even know about Tacoma? It has an Aroma, I think? But I’ve grown to appreciate Tacoma as the most sizable city the shortest distance from Olympia. Just in case you need to see big old buildings to feel like the whole world isn’t a small town, which I occasionally need.

Krista loved this old, uninhabitable building on Broadway. I loved the Araucaria araucana (Monkey Puzzle) next to the building. Those plants are native to Chile, but they are all over the PNW.

In Pittsburgh, part of what I loved about the city was the way that decay and neglect led to recolonization of concrete by hardy little plants, “weeds” and mosses. Tacoma has some lovely west coast examples of this phenomenon. Can you tell I got a haircut and lopped off 4 inches of hair? No? Really?

But it’s officially spring! The equinox has passed, and the sun is coming out!


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if life is a game, i win

I know everyone probably (hopefully) loves their spouse, but it’s hard to believe that I’m not the most spoiled, pampered, indulged person. First, when we were discussing the garden, Krista said to me, “Just buy whatever seeds you want. We can grow whatever you want. It’s better to have too many seeds.” Do you know what that sounds like to a person who reads seed catalogs for fun? All I could say was, I totally agree and I totally love you.

Then, Krista took it upon herself to learn how to use power tools – table saws, circular saws, drills and other tools I probably don’t even know about – to make a raised bed for our garden. I came home from work and found it in the driveway. And she still had 10 fingers! Then, she built some more.

Isn’t it beautiful?? And you should see how cute she looks in her safety goggles. The beds are all 8′ long, and today Krista measured out all of my seed packets on top of one bed. Seed packages, asparagus crowns, rhubarb roots, and seed potatoes. It’s a little ridiculous that there are more than 8 feet of seed packets in my house, but I’m so thrilled by the seeds we chose.

So, these are the first photos of our 2010 garden. Baby photos, or, like, embryo photos of the garden. I really hope I’m done buying seeds and stuff now. Well, mostly done. You know how it goes.

While Krista may have been a little surprised at the volume of seeds we own now, she didn’t miss a beat. Her reaction was to build a muppet face out of the rhubarb root, an asparagus crown, and a few seed potatoes. This is the sort of thing that affirms your belief in the awesomeness of your marriage. It’s like always being on the winningest team.


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one year

Today is January 20th, 2010. A year ago, I was filled with hope for the future. I wrote President Obama a letter from our family, the three of us, about how we hoped he would be a great president for us. Last night I told Jess we should make a Hawaiian themed dinner to celebrate Obama’s first year in office. This morning, I would rather hold off on the pineapple and celebrate Cindy McCain.

Your eyes are not deceiving you. That is John McCain’s wife for the NOH8 campaign, supporting equal marriage rights for all Americans. Uh, Michelle, did we get the wrong first lady or what? I like the organic garden and First Beehive but I’d rather have equal rights.

I continue to keep trying to read through the updates on the trial tracker, and today has been both emotional and educational.

There was the testimony from a guy whose parents found out he was gay at a young age and put him through “therapy” to “fix” him. He describes how his mom told him she wished she had aborted him, and would have preferred he was born with Downs Syndrome. As a young teen, he basically lost everything. His parents went from loving parents who packed his lunch with notes in it to being verbally abusive. After years of dealing with it, in lieu of killing himself, he left home and turned himself over to the Department of Human Services in Colorado Springs and tried to support himself at age sixteen. How many kids out there are strong enough to survive that?

The really eye opening part of the trial today has been testimony from Dr. Gary Segura about the political power of gays and lesbians. It still baffles me that people get to vote on my civil rights, but when they do 70% of the time people vote against us. This is not just about marriage. It is votes on things like, for example, whether or not we should be protected from discrimination in employment and housing. Segura’s testimony says no group in American society has been targeted by ballot measures as much as gays and lesbians. Undocumented aliens are a distant second. He also talks about how we have virtually no voice in the legislature. There aren’t enough gays and lesbians in office to have our voice heard. There are US senators openly comparing homosexuality to bestiality, though. And then there’s Obama.

From the Trial Tracker (keep in mind lots of shorthand, it is amazing they are able to get down this much info so quickly!):

[UPDATE] 11:47
Prop. 8 Trials Professor Segura: Obama is not a reliable ally for the gay and lesbian community. Read on.


Current president has refused an order from the chief judge of the ninth circuit to provide domestic partner benefits to court employees. Also, filed briefs that support DOMA and has done nothing to repeal DOMA or DADT. This is not a reliable ally.

You’ll have to excuse me if I am getting too political. I’m normally kind of a disappointment in that category. I really should be a lot more political. So actually nevermind, I shouldn’t ask to be excused. I am almost never political on the internet, and we need to speak up for ourselves. My mom was shocked the first time I corrected her and admitted that yes, actually I do get discriminated against for being gay. Even here in Olympia, WA, a very gay-friendly place, I have been gay bashed (even in front of my own kid). I’m sure that is hard for any parent to hear. I think a lot of people don’t get the reality. I live in my own la-la land, too, happy for everything we have and ignoring the rest of it. We see rich gay people on TV and people believe that gays and lesbians are powerful, wealthy, and accepted. That is not the overall reality.

We personally are harmed financially. I pay more taxes than my straight co-workers because the federal government requires me to pay tax on the money my employer pays toward my wife’s health care insurance. You know how expensive health care insurance is these days. All that money is counted as if it is part of my income. Our marriage is not recognized by the state we live in. Right now I’m doing each of our taxes separately. Anyone who has ever done taxes should realize that alone is JUST WRONG, forget about all the tax breaks we miss out on. If you think that marriage is magically a separate issue and somehow you are not being discriminatory, you are deluding yourself. Try to remember that gay people are still being murdered for being gay. In fact, according to today’s testimony, the rates of these crimes are not only increasing, but seem to be increasing due to the campaigns to prevent gay marriage. While hate crimes against all other minorities have significantly decreased over the last decade, hate crimes against us are increasing. I am so sick of hearing about supporters of these campaigns being discriminated against because people spray painted their signs or (gasp!) stole them out of their yards. They are saying they are the victims of hate. Our people are being murdered, and your signs are being tagged? It is time to put things in perspective.

I tend to think there is little point to speaking out. People are going to believe what they believe and never change their minds. I am wrong. People change their minds. This video of the San Diego mayor, a Republican, a police officer for decades before his political career, had me in tears. He explains (to many people who will be very disappointed) why he decided at the last minute not to veto a measure for gay marriage, and how he realized that he had been discriminatory in being for domestic partnerships and civil unions. “The concept of a separate but equal institution is not something I can support.”

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trial tracking

It’s finally Tuesday! You may be sad that your long holiday weekend has come to an end, but my weekend has just begun. Your weekend being over means that the Prop 8 trial is back on. I can now resume refreshing the Prop 8 Trial Tracker every ten minutes. While the trial and its outcome are serious business, those Prop 8 supporters are good for some laughs. Who knew homophobia could be so funny? Sure, it might be better live on TV or YouTube, but since they did everything they could to keep this trial top secret, we will have to settle for reading the live blog account of what is going on.

Oh, and allegedly there is now a Shiba Inu Five puppy cam, featuring the new litter from the mom of the Shiba Inu Six. I haven’t been able to catch any live puppy action yet.


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For the Good of the Order

For the New Year, Krista & I are going to attempt to blog as two separate people (gasp!), so you will hopefully see content from two authors in the future. In the past, Krista has mostly taken the photos, but most of the blog updates have come from me. We’re new to this; we might experience some identity confusion when we log in incorrectly, so I thought I’d warn you. Considering the amount of trouble I had setting up all the separate stuff this morning, it might be rocky. Of course, things may go very smoothly and then, well, you would never notice and this post would have been for naught.

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All of Our First Homes

Krista & I are in the process of making one of our long-term dreams come true. No, we didn’t win the lottery or become Dolly Parton’s best friends (unfortunately), but we are going to buy our first home. Our real estate search has been a real rollercoaster ride. Now that we’re looking toward closing a deal, things seem peaceful & quiet. Oh sure, we have to move all our worldly possessions, leave a house we dearly love, and learn about things like escrow (potentially a Martian species of worm?) and homeowner’s insurance (a racket & a scam if I ever heard of one). It was a hell of a ride to get here, though. Please, settle in for a long and disturbing tale.

First, we fell in love with this house. It was a little on the small side, 1100 square feet & 2 bedrooms, but we thought we could make it work. The yard was a blank slate, begging to be refashioned into all our crazy urban garden dreams. The hardwood floors were probably not original, but they were lovely & in fantastic shape. We hated the kitchen, but decided that a remodel in the kitchen was a small price to pay for cedar-lined closets & a walk-in pantry. It’s hard to remember all the reasons we loved it now, but we loved it dearly. It went under contract with someone else while we were trying to get our mortgage broker to call us back (we fired him as a result). It came back on the market, but the seller chose someone else’s offer. We decided not to be their back up. That deal fell through too, and we decided we didn’t want to be the next people to spend $400 on a home inspection to find out while these contracts kept falling apart. It was heart-breaking, but we moved on, optimistically looking forward to our Real Home. (how naive and fresh-faced we must have seemed back then, only 6 weeks ago)

We looked at this house, and loved it desperately. Even Levi loved it. It’s a three bedroom, in a less desirable location, but so charming and wonderful. I had a crush on this house immediately, with its gorgeous, original fir floors and retro kitchen and clawfoot tub. We loved this house, its history, the way the rooms unfolded with big windows and wide doorways, the secret garden, and the lovely porch. I could se us getting old on that porch, gray hair, arthritis, menopause in our rocking chairs. Then, our preliminary neighborhood research revealed something quite alarming. We found out that the neighborhood is located directly on top of a toxic plume of old dry cleaners/wood processing/industrial degreaser chemicals (a Superfund site), and as of September 2008, the EPA still finds those chemicals in indoor air & puddles on the street. We couldn’t in our heart of hearts say that we felt good about raising Levi, our pets, our vegetables, and future chickens there. We picked ourselves up, brushed off our cracked hearts, and tucked them back into our pockets.

We saw this house the first day it was on the market. It was at the top of our price range, but we liked it so much! It had some really unfortunately, cheesy “staging” with cardboard furniture, crappy beige carpet, a sort of 1990s kitchen, and the yard wasn’t fenced; but it had real potential. We could see ourselves living there, happily. The master bathroom closetS (there were 2 of them) were huge ( i laid down in one and rolled around screaming “my closet! my closet! i love my new closet!”) there was a clawfoot tub! We made an offer right away, the very best offer we could possibly make. The seller didn’t accept our *full price* offer because we asked them to pay closing costs. We were heart broken, but literally could not afford more than the (already inflated) listing price. We made an offer on this house 32 days ago. It’s still sitting on the market, not under contract. I think about this house sometimes. I wonder how many full price offers they have had since then. I wonder what it would be like if we had closed on our home today (we could have!) I wonder if the closing costs they could have paid will balance out the money you lose paying a mortgage & staging expenses on an empty house? Hard to say! I do plan on drinking a toast in their honor the day they lower the price below what they would have spent to close with us. I was glad that we got turned down when I found out the next-door neighbor has a pit bull that has attacked people! This is the sort of thing that makes you go “Everything Happens for a Reason” even if you are not normally the sort of person prone to believing in a grand cosmic cause & effect.

By this point, the concept of buying a house seemed like a far-off distant proposition. Closing on a house was just a mirage dreamed by a mad man. It was turning out to be much more complicated & difficult than we had expected. We soldiered on. Little did we realize what was in our future. At least we were getting good at writing offers….

We met this house, and instantly thought it was the most precious, charming, adorable, wonderful and cute house. The backyard bumped up against Levi’s dad’s house (major bonus), the location was ideal, the house was in awesome condition… but it was small. Like, really small. I mean, really really small. I don’t even want to say it. We probably would have outgrown it before we even owned 20% of it. We were so in love with Our New House however illogical it was. We made an offer & made plans to drastically change our lifestyle. We were going to be anti-materialistic. We were going to sell most of our belongings. Maybe we could get involved in the tiny house movement (I’m not making this up! Click here!) Our offer was accepted, well, sort of… we tried to go under contract but here’s the thing. Once again, we asked for closing costs. Seems like the sellers didn’t have any extra $$ to pay for closing – not like, they refused to pay for closing costs, but they literally couldn’t come up with it. We could have gotten around this – probably – but the house became “as is” condition. If anything came up in the inspection or appraisal, the sellers literally had NO ROOM to fix anything or lower the price. You can’t buy a house with no room for negotiations, something always comes up. We weren’t in a position to spend extra $$ when the appraisal came in short or there was a hypothetical expensive structural issue…. so we had to move on.

At this point in this sad tale, our spirits were very, very low. We felt like Sarah Palin must have felt on November 5th. In retrospect, I am glad we didn’t get that house. It is too small, and we might have lived to hate ourselves for buying it. but at the time, I felt like throwing up. I think this might have been right around the time our real estate agent started to suggest we look in Lacey. (as if that is even possible)

Then we saw this house. It might not be fair to include this house, because we never technically wrote an offer on it. In fact, only one of us liked it. That would be me. I really liked this house. This house seemed like an infinite opportunity to me. The location is GREAT. The house is ugly on the inside. It’s like someone’s crazy Aunt Bertie went buckwild on all her worst interior design ideas for like, four decades. Golden harvest shag carpet, meet your match, pink plastic tile back splash. Krista most rightfully pointed out that there was no way in hell we could afford to live there and fix it up to any reasonable level of attractiveness. We would be “house poor” for years. We don’t reasonably have the skills it would take to make this house cute within our budget. Krista is totally right about this, and I admit it fully, but I was secretly a little disappointed.

Then this little devil came on the market. Bank-owned (lots of red tape), less than ideal location, but so charming. This house was a foreclosure (the only one we looked at, surprisingly) and it was really, really dirty! But it was structurally sound, totally adorable with original hardwood floors and grates, updated electric and plumbing and HVAC. The big problem is that it is TINY. Waaaaaaaaaaay smaller than the other house that was so tiny I wouldn’t even tell you how tiny it was. As you can guess by this point in the story, we fell in love with this house. The problem with this house is that it would never appraise – the appraiser (under new laws, enacted in May) would not count the full basement, the sun porch, the finished attic bedroom, or the garage, bringing this house in at 624 square feet. The bank would never want to sell it for what it’s ‘worth’ to an appraiser.

On the (very firm) advice of our real estate agent, we had to just walk away with our tails between our legs. “Forget it, we’re never going to buy a house. It’s just never going to work,” we told each other. Our real estate agent told us she had never worked with people who encountered so many uniquely impossible situations. Krista and I both looked like this:

I’m sure you want a happy ending, now, and I want to give you one. I also want to get a decent night’s sleep, however, and this rambling has gone on far too long. Here’s a teaser picture, with four words: “SPOT FOR THE HAMMOCK”

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Seattle City Chickens Coop Tour

In case I forgot to mention it in the blog, Krista & I are dedicated to getting chickens in the next year. In Olympia, it’s legal to keep three hens (no roosters!) in city limits. We almost got chickens this year, but decided to wait until we buy a house because, let’s be serious, renting a place with two dogs, two cats, and a kid is hard enough. Throw in some chickens, and you’re nearing a certifiable level of insanity. You need your own place for that.

Why do we want to have chickens? Everyone asks us. We are planning on continuing our vegetarian diet, and Levi shows no signs of becoming a meat eater, so the chickens will stay far away from a dinner plate. Eggs from your backyard are more flavorful than grocery store eggs, higher in omega-3’s and vitamin E, and lower in cholesterol. They have dark orange yolks instead of the pale ones from the store. Chickens like to eat garden pests, including my sworn mortal enemies, the slugs. They also eat weeds, grass, and yard waste (less mowing and pesticide free yards!) and most any table scraps. So, I figure, if we can make organic protein for our diet and the food can travel like 10 feet from source to table, i have an obligation to do it. Keeping chickens is definitely not vegan, but it’s a non-veganism I can feel okay about. Plus, chickens are hilarious. And their manure makes for AWESOME COMPOST which leads to MORE AWESOME VEGETABLE GARDENING. That is my life’s work, right there. Chickens and zucchini in harmony.

Here are some urban chicken websites I recommend.
My Pet Chicken — great source of info and a wonderful resource. plus, they sell small #s of chicks, so you can get 3 not 25.
Backyard Chickens — another really informative site with lively messageboards & tons of resources.
Greener Pastures this is a sort-of local farm we’d like to buy chickens from when we’re ready. They raise organic chicks & pullets, offer recipes for making your own chicken feed (with stuff you can buy in bulk at the coop) and carry the breeds we’re interested in.

We hope to get a silver laced wyandotte, an easter egger, and a buff orpington. Levi has already gotten attached to the hypothetical buff orpington and plans to name it himself, so I hope we can actually find one when the time comes.

Seattle Tilth had a City Chickens Coop Tour last weekend. For our anniversary weekend extravaganza, we drove north to visit some chicken coops! Ok, that sounds a little weird, but it was a lovely day. We met a lot of lovely people, saw lovely coops, and communed with some lovely urban farmyard animals. There’s nothing like sunshine and the open (coop) doors of strangers. We met several “oops” roosters on their way to new homes, some baby goats, several hives of honey bees, a yard of ducks, and an impossible number of chickens & the people who love them.

Living Roof

We saw several living “green” roofs on different coops — a roof that is covered with soil & vegetation. We liked the look of them as much as I thought we would, and it cemented our desire to integrate this feature into our future coop. I think this would give us an outlet for Krista’s fascination with succulents.

Lay Chalet

at the “Lay Chalet,” we met Seth & his lady friends, Softail, Coco, and Einstein. They live in a unique coop bursting with personality & made from 80% recycled/reclaimed materials.


our last stop of the day coincidentally was this coop. we saw a picture of this coop a long time ago in the Seattle Times, and it has sort of been a personal “Gold Standard” since then. The window box grows real strawberries & herbs. The roof is alive. The hardware pulls are all adorable, vintage & reclaimed. There is a tiny rain barrel. The design of the coop with extra doors makes it really easy to shovel out the bedding, and there are two compost bins under the extra doors, making it even easier to compost directly outside the coop. The owner said she alternates the compost bins, using the finished one while the other finishes cooking. Part of the coop is a storage shed for extra bedding, tools, and feed. It’s a fantastic example of really thoughtful design. We were so happy to see it in person!

Other critters

Don’t worry, we are planning to get bees, too. More on that later.

we will probably refrain from getting ducks because that is a lot of livestock! it was great to see these silly ducks quacking around a Seattle backyard.

I’d love to get dairy goats (and make cheese, yogurt, and butter) but I am not sure if we can find a lot big enough in the city in our price range to hold the little farm of our dreams … Look at their crazy eyes! baby goats!

We came home to our own crazy household and their ridiculous antics. I am not sure how the dogs and cats are going to react to the chickens, but I bet it will be worth tuning in for.

P.S. our cat, elsa, fell out the window last night. oh, she is totally fine, but the volume of her “RESCUE ME” meows at 3am nearly cost her her life. never a dull moment…

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oh my goodness, I turned 27 yesterday. Krista is so full of surprises, she surprised me with birthday cupcakes from Cupcake Royale in Seattle. We were up in Seattle for the City Chickens Coop Tour, put on by Seattle Tilth. We had such a lovely day, touring backyard chicken coops, eating at Araya’s and picking up our cupcakes. I hope I remember to write about the coop tour very soon, because it was great.

This is a salted caramel cupcake dressed up for my birthday. Salted Caramel!

This is a strawberry cupcake made with 66% local ingredients. i wanted to lick the wrapper. Locavore cupcake! These small strawberry cakes are only available this month. Run, don’t walk to your nearest Cupcake Royale. They have locations all over Seattle. I understand that for some of you, this may involve a vacation to Seattle, but I don’t think you’ll mind.

I already felt so spoiled by Saturday’s activities, so imagine my surprise when Krista woke me up on Sunday with presents, a freshly scrubbed house, and some of my favorite people who came down from Seattle for the vegan brunch Krista was cooking up. We ate chocolate beer waffles, field roast sausages, individual hash browns (made in muffin tins! like hash brown muffins!) and fruit salad featuring rainier cherries. We ate ourselves into a brunch food coma, courtesy of the new VEGAN BRUNCH cookbook that Isa Chandra Moskowitz wrote.

Also, we drank mimosas because, hello? have you met us? we drink mimosas to celebrate everything.

Now that I’ve officially entered my late twenties, we’re going to go have some prune juice for breakfast and see what’s at the antique mall this week.

Today’s our one year anniversary, can you believe it? I want to buy Krista a meyer lemon tree for our anniversary, but I’m having a hell of a time finding a place around Olympia that has one for me. More about our anniversary later. It deserves it’s own post! So, to recap, here are some things I need to write about:
1. the chicken coop tour
2. our backyard jungle i mean garden
3. our anniversary
4. our house hunting

Here’s hoping I can hold myself to this high standard of blogging!

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