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Sign from God

Today, I want to teach you guys about signs from God.

Did you know God gives us lots of signs in our life? If you watch, there are constant signs from God.

In high school I would when I’d find Pringles (reduced fat sour cream and onion because they mysteriously had more of that awesome sour cream powder than the full fat ones) on sale? Sign from God to buy some.

Turns our Pringles go on sale a lot. Because God wanted me to be happy.

And this Sunday when I was stumped on what to make for dinner, corn tortillas for a dollar at the co-op were clearly a sign from God to have tacos for dinner
Delicious idea God!

God doesn’t just speak at the grocery store though. When you run 8 miles and there’s a pancake breakfast in your hood?
Sign from God to have pancakes for breakfast!

God loves both carbs and not doing dishes.

Today though, I got what may be the best sign from God yet. It came in two parts.

First, a text from my husband
(yes, he really is “husband” in my phone. Baby Brother is labeled as Baby Brother in there too. I like descriptive names)

And then when I got the mail
My debit card for our joint account showed up.

(also, Bliss totally understands what’s going on, clearly)

The same account that has our ballin’ tax refund in it.

If that’s not a sign from God to go shopping I don’t know what is.

What has God told you to do lately?



This weekend on our hike (WHICH WAS A HIKE) we watched some of the Shamrock Run

The 15 k runs near our house.
We avoid running long distances near our house because the hills start up. More than 3 miles and you’re doing a lot of uphill.

These people were rocking out 9 miles. In the rain. Uphill.

Pretty fantastic.

(We might have not gotten around to signing up for the Shamrock before it sold out. Whoops).

But on happy running notes we’re signed up for Bridge to Brews and Baby Brother is coming to do it with us! Which means we get to run over the Fremont Bridge!

(Note: it’s depressing when your little brother complains about how he had taken time off running and was “so slow” when he started up again with his 12 minute miles. Our half pace group is 11 minutes. Thanks Baby Brother. I’m ready to see you kill my time next month)

Foot Traffic University is going great

(This is what you look like when it’s 8 am and you’re about to run 5 miles in the rain. And a really short person takes your picture. Sexy angles!)

I made a new friend this week. And by “new friend” I mean I had a lady tell me it looked effortless when I run. If you say nice possibly untrue things to me we’re besties.

I shared my running fuel with her
I hear some people eat things that are, you know, made for running or something on their runs. I on the other hand carry Dove Promises. I’m clearly a real runner.

Best part of running though?

When it’s 10 am and you’re sitting down to a post run breakfast
And feeling totally justified in being lazy and shoving food in your face the whole rest of the day. Love it.

Any races coming up for you?

I am Oregonian

I love Oregon.

We have trees and beer and delicious food.

Which are three of my favorite things.

The second part of our trip was all about those things.

In Hood River we, of course, like last year, had some drinks.

Honest pints at Full Sail
(We’re serious about these here. I’m still sad the honest pint legislation didn’t go through)

And at Double Mountain?


Sour. Delicious sour.

Sour beers are a newer trend. If you’re not a big beer drinker, this might be one you like. My sister in law says it tastes like Kombucha.

And since we live in Oregon, it’s full of amazing delicious local cherries. Heaven my friends.

(we tasted wine too but I took no pictures)

Hood River is also less lily-white than Portland, which means amazing Mexican food

And we had some Oregon grown huckleberries in our muffins at the B&B

After that breakfast we got our game faces on

(my husband clearly married me for my good looks)

And I got on my outdoor shirt
(I also wore it camping last fall. I have a terrible lack of scrubby clothes in my life. Like, I literally don’t own a sweatshirt. But my “I am Oregonian” shirt makes me feel outdoorsy. And it’s a bit more suited for camping and hiking than my typical cardigan and tank top combo.)

We went up to the top of Multnomah Falls

There were amazing views

And a platform thing to look over the falls.
Unless you’re a scardy cat like me. Then you stand back and take pictures of your husband.


What’s your favorite part of your state?

(If you live in Oregon “living in the same state as Kalin” is a legit answer)

Life Lessons

Sometimes, I learn really useful life lessons.

I learned quite a few this weekend in Hood River, and thought I’d share

Lesson 1:  if post brewery tour you stick around and talk to the brewer, you totally get another free beer

I look deranged. It was the theme of this weekend’s pictures.

Lesson #2: Views like this
make you start looking up houses for sale in other towns.

Lesson #3: Until you win the lottery, you’re not going to be buying someplace with a view like that

Lesson #4: Heaven’s movie theater is in Hood River
Alcohol (reasonably priced even!) and self serve butter for the popcorn.

Lesson #5: if you’re going on a run the next day, you can have all the self-serve butter you want, I promise.

Lesson #6: Crepes full of deliciousness are, clearly, delicious
But sadly, not the best breakfast when you’re setting out on an 8 mile run.

Lesson #7: If you’re going on a run along a gorge 127 Hours is not the best movie to watch the night before.

Every pebble going down the hillside makes you realize you have nothing to cut your arm off with. And no camelback to pee in.

(It doesn’t matter that you see two dozen other runners walkers and cyclists while you’re on it. and that it looks like this


not, you know, an isolated spot in Utah. You still might need to cut your arm off)

Lesson #8: I’m ridiculously paranoid

Lesson #9: If you’re going to cut your arm off, there should at least be a good view involved
(for my Oregonian friends, this is on the Historic Highway Trail, which goes from Hood River to Mosier. The whole thing is like 4.6 miles, crazy pretty, and closed off to cars)
Lesson #10: I need more vacations in my life.

A Spudnut Moment

Know what I haven’t done in a grip and a half?

Posted a whole day’s worth of food.

So, here’s a day in the life.

I woke up exhausted and I downed two cups of unpictured coffee.

I’m an idiot and that was way too much liquid in my tummy, so I wasn’t digging  breakfast.  But I was off to teach and I knew if I didn’t eat something by calendar I’d be ready to eat the class pet.  So I ended up sticking one of these suckers
(Fact:  these are better if you call them La vache qui rit.)

On some Dave’s Killer bread
I adore hummus and toast in the AM (totally normal, right?), but I ate all the hummus last week and need to cook more chickpeas.  So this worked.

I grabbed my lunch
Weird mishmash of stuff.
Two kiwis, an apple, peanut butter (for the apple),  a hunk of Sin Dawg, crack oranges, and beef jerky.  I’ve been eating yogurt for lunches (and breakfasts) like it’s going out of style.  It’s kinda hit the point where it did go out of style.  Whoops.

(I ended up not eating the oranges, but I always aim to overpack-24 children + low blood sugar = hell)

And guess who I found in my class!  My friend from last year!  He switched schools!  Thankfully he’s less of a “friend” this year.

I got home from work and munched on some of these
These are crack.  I would possibly birth your children for a lifetime supply of these.

While I munched I threw together dinner.

1 can diced tomatoes + back beans I cooked the other day + chicken + brown rice + corn + spices = soup
More chips on there.  Way more.  But I hate soggy chips with a fiery passion so I add them as I go.

And for bed dinner

Which was disappointing.  Not because I don’t love popcorn or anything, but because I watched my girl Sarah give a shoutout to my hometown (first min and a half is all you gotta watch)

And since watching that?  It’s all one big Spudnut moment.

And by “Spudnut moment” I mean I would kill for a spudnut right around now.

What’s a food you want and can’t get?  I want spudnuts.  And more of that PB ish from Trader Joe’s.

Too Cute

Last week we had a really quick trip to the Gorge.  My husband had a presentation to give, and I tagged along because who doesn’t want to spend 18 hours in The Dalles?

The Dalles is 20 miles east of Hood River.  If you played Oregon Trail as a child, this is where you could raft the Columbia and win the game.

Sadly, there’s a lack of rafting opportunities that I can find there these days.

Given the lack of rafting to a homestead options in The Dalles we went to Hood River and visited Full Sail.

(Well, first we stalked the Tofurky factory.  Couldn’t see anything though.  I was hoping for a tofurky outlet or something.)

Full Sail had a pale on nitro
See how the whole beer is kinda cloudy?  Nitro makes the beer have this amazing creamy foam.  Love it.

Know what I love even more?

We had a stellar bartender (who is also a brewer there!) and when we ordered a Black Session Float he brought us each our own glass, plus tastes of both black session and the stout
Amazing.  Personal sized beer float?  Way too cute.

We somehow accidentally bought a second growler there too.  Because the only thing our house needs more than one 64 oz jug of beer in the fridge is TWO 64 oz jugs of beer in the fridge.  Clearly.

Post presentation in the AM the husband and I walked through The Dalles to breakfast.

I don’t think I’d really been anywhere in The Dalles besides Burgerville.  It was surprisingly adorable

And our breakfast spot was even cuter
Petit Provence was a little bakery/cafe thang.
Adorable inside

I had a terrible time picking out a meal.  So many things looked good!  Salmon hash, savory french toast, omelets…

I finally decided on the risotto cakes.  They came with squash and potatoes
Plus poached eggs on top
And, as if that wasn’t enough…
A croissant on the side.

When I went to France (good lord over 8 years ago!) I ate croissants with jam and butter every morning.  France was awesome.

This spot was just so attack of the cutesies.  Way too cute for The Dalles.

Although I’d still rather raft down the river.

I made life!

No, not a baby my friends.


I made this
What is that weird gloop?

It’s yogurt my friends!

And we all know yogurt is alive.

(Well, if you’re Baby Brother you figure this our about six months ago, and get kinda weirded out.  But not so weirded out that you stop eating yogurt or anything)

(Also alive?  Sour cream.  Which I use to justify eating way too much.  Probiotics are good for you!)

Why did I make yogurt?

No clue.  Because I’m a hippie? Because I wanna be Little House in the Big Woods?  Mostly because I hadn’t.  And I wanted to see if I could.

(I may have avoided telling my husband I was doing it until it finished because I was a little skeptical of if I could or not)

I used the crockpot lady’s method.  And it worked!

Homemade yogurt is runnier (unless you add powdered milk.  or gelatin.  But we know the only Jello I eat is in shots.) so you strain it
My fingers are crossed that towel doesn’t now stank of yogurt forever.

Then you’re left with a ton of whey
Which if you’re me then goes in your fridge because you have issues throwing things out.   No clue what I’m doing with it.

But more importantly… you get yogurt!
Delicious thick yogurt

(I made the granola too.  I have a Martha Stewart complex)

What’s something random you’ve made from scratch?   I’m in a definite little house hippie mood over here, I’d love more ideas!