Mancoon

Delicious veteran-made coffee.

Charming veteran coffee cart.

I cut my head with the sun visor.

Megan thought this was quite humorous.

We met up with Blythe and Chris for Korean food.

Here are many pickled and dried animals and vegetables.

Chris and a very large cat. I think it is a Maine Coon.

Megan and a very large cat. I think it is also a Maine Coon.

This is a balancing game from New Zealand. Those are Kiwis, by the way.

Impressive indeed.

On some note

This is my coupon for a free sandwich. The ticket went through the wash. luckily it still worked.

I'm not sure where to start...

Because of rising gas prices, I have resorted to riding this, very, un-street-legal lawnmower bike thing.

Someone keeps leaving cats on my doorstep.

Fire hazard? I doubt it.

This is our first batch of Popsicles. (I have just been informed that "Popsicle" is a registered trademark (this would explain why spell-check keeps capitalizing it) and the proper title is ice pop)

We had a little trouble removing our "ice pops" from their freezing vessels.

They may have been broken but, they were still delicious.

Cat Jesus

Lexi had great difficulty using a fan. Nobody quite understood why, but we all tried to help her through her crisis.

This is an assortment of very small pancakes that I made for Megan.

And a larger assortment for myself.

This is that stupid cat without a tail napping on top of my car.

Wee Pierre was not pleased.

I had to chase it off with a broom.
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This is the scary staircase at our new home.

And our sweet porch.

Here is Megan doing something.

Here I am not doing something.

This truck had no doors!

Here is an inspirational shot.

I traded in my futuristic station wagon for this religiously themed van.

Because we all know how much I love cats and Jesus

losing all credibility

Remember that time I said that I wouldn't post cute pictures of my cats?

I guess I lied.

Here is Dracula, up to some antics.

Oh gosh.

At least in this one I can say that it's about the festive new rug I got.

For my cats...

I will distract you for a moment with this picture of me doing stuff.

And then return to more pictures of cats.

It's really too late now for me to include pictures of anything else.

I suppose I could insert thought bubbles with stupid captions.

I guess I really have run out of observations.

So much injury, so little time

Today for barbecue breakfast I am having pumpkin pancakes.

I don't actually know what this picture is trying to illustrate. That I have a system for lighting coals? That I am going to barbecue pancakes? That the newspaper I use, to start the fire produces a bad smelling oddly colored smoke?

This is the spooky fairy troll that replaced Bacchus in the garden.

Too much butter? Too much batter?

The first one always comes out a little funny. It worked out though, I just snacked on it while I made more, attractive, pancakes.

This one looks better...right?

What would breakfast be if I didn't injure myself?

I hate that stupid cat.

In the end; another lovely barbecue breakfast (at 11:45).

Here is what happens if you accidentally lock your cat in the closet.

This is a ceramic cat that I have filled with plaster and will attempt to make a belt buckle out of.

Here is the buckle I will attach the cat to.

My second injury of the day.

Drilling a ceramic cat is harder than I would have thought. I didn't think there was supposed to be smoke.

One bit down. Four holes to go.

Number three. Or is it four since I think I got more than on cut during my last incident.

I wonder if the plaster is any part of the problem.

I believe that metal and plaster dust help promote faster healing.

Two bits, four (or more) injuries and still working on the first hole in that cat.

Not having much luck with the cat; I move on to a different buckle project.

I decided that if I plan to injure myself so much; I should at least have decent bandages.

I have nothing to say about this "Volcano Chicken" (maybe it was called something different, but, that's not the point). They were playing Jane's Addiction and it made me happy and I just wanted to remember that moment.

Now you can do a christening in your very own living room.

Maybe this person has one arm that is considerably larger than the other.

So I found this player piano. I'm pretty sure I need it.

It's pedal powered, so I made the owner of the shop pedal it for me

Not just an elk horn or a rattle snake, but a rattle snake encased in acrylic on an elk horn belt buckle.

As picnics are the hot thing to do in Roseburg; I have been on the lookout for a sweet picnic basket.

I don't know which part of this that I think is the most interesting: the bomb-esque packaging? The wrapping of random books to look like bombs and selling them for $2? The wrapping of random books to look like bombs, posting a sign forbidding the handling or inspecting the mysterious packages, selling these mysterious packages at $2 a pop and labeling them "Christian Romance" (do these books revolve around the period where Jesus roamed the countryside as a gigolo).