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Spring break.
That most magical time of year for people that you may have seen once on MTV back in the day when it had some "M" where the young went to drink to excess and experiment with new and hip genital warts.

eww. Sorry. I promise never ever to use the word "warts" in association with the word "genital" ever again. I will promise to use those words independently, but not together. "Surprise prostate exam" is also one of those phrases (I may use those words together again, as there is a story, not about me, about a friend, really, a friend, not one of those "so, I have this friend with warts...." no really someone other than me...)

...shut up. 

 

(this is my belly, apropos of nothin')

...but I digress.

we recently had spring break. {Fairy Queen sidebar: Well, we say RECENTLY but really it was 2 months ago and life just got in the way and you are just going to have to live with old news. The pictures are good, so deal with it.} {[Phrodaux: we are within the statute of limitations on spring break, which is either until the resulting prescription runs out or the summer solstice occurs, P-man out.]} There was no beer bongage, no showing of teats (well, some, but mostly Phrodaux's and on at least one occasion in response to a yellowjacket attack).

our spring break was farm based, and not in an "Arnold Ziffel" farm way, but in a "how much can we pack into a 9 day period in rural Oregon way (yes, Oregon, now you know, and knowing is half the battle,  yo."

(this is pretty much what the farm was like over spring break, but more compost and less Lady Jaye, though Duke was kinda dreamy... shut up.)

There was hiking, again Nubie showed us all up, how does that little dog never get tired? Opal creek, steam engines, perdy waters, etc.

The hike was something like 6.5 miles. We broke the little dog, but Nubie? He was ready for the next walk before we made it back to the car. The path there was mostly a road, more than three miles of road, but still.

The way back? The other side where you can better see the oh so pretty green creek (yes, green like some sort of stone, maybe topaz) that was more path. Well, not path, but active stream bed. Mo, who has never passed a puddle that didn't have little dog feet in, was digging it, splash, mud, splash, more mud, repeat.

Before: Trail is a creek, whoohoo!

After: So tired but I am NOT sleeping, not sleeping, not....

Nubie? while not actively enjoying the "this is not the couch" time, just kept going, and was only really pissy when he was not leading us all back to the couch (and better when the couch has a pile of pillows for small dog to sit upon)

(yes, yes, I know portrait, not landscape, blah, blah, I'm so not...look a cute dog. You monster, he takes like 6 pills a day...you monster)

pictures here, aren't they nice? 

There were new garden beds, compost, my fabulous truck (that FQ hates, but she is mistaken, we feel sorry for her for this) post hole digging including removing a significant chunk of the earth's core (rocks can be f-ers), electrical work (the next owners will curse me, but I will kinda deserve it), beets (beats, yo.), blah blah, this all needs many wordlings changed...but given impending Junedom, likely just posting and saying "who actually reads this anyway"... should I be worried that my imaginary friend is giving me the silent treatment... that bastage... like I believe that "I'm the imaginary friend"... hello?

(this is where we will be growing the pod people who will not be replacing you while you sleep. Go ahead and take a nap... really, it will be fine)

(Beets, not by Dre, but by the Fairy Queen. Really, given the choice, which would you really want to jam into your head, and remember, this is for posterity so be honest.)

 (I'm not entirely sure of what I am pointing at here, could be a tree, could be a turkey)

(I am more proud of this than I should be, a) new (sorta, well, not, it is old) tool b) welded cast iron cause it was broke c) you can't weld cast iron, even if it is broke d) I WELDED CAST IRON so no longer broke! e) all of the above - it works!)

(this is my new (to me) table saw. I had to take it all apart to get it out of the old guy who passed away's shop as it was so full of cool stuff. My goal in life is to be the old guy that you have to take apart the table saw to get out of his shop because it is so full of cool stuff, after he passes away. I have a dream.)

(welcome?)

{Last FQ Sidebar: Pretty! Spring break is daffodil season. In the last 5 years we've planted something like a thousand bulbs. Look!}

 

... and like James Bond movies, "coming soon... Octobooby", but not octobooby, as Boobys are not a native bird here, and if there were eight, it would be sad, as they would be very cold. But their blue feets are so so cute.

what?

a new pizza post coming soon(ish)...