scenes from a celebration

As mentioned previously, Ross and I recently celebrated our six-month anniversary. Being exceedingly busy people, we celebrated over two weekends.

Weekend 1

Last Saturday (like a week ago Saturday) was our actual anniversary, which we celebrated by shopping at the Farmer's Market, Fossil, and by eating at the Burgerville truck (which was deliciously and conveniently parked outside of the Portland Art Museum).

We also planted a garden, which made me very happy indeed.

Weekend 2

Saturday (as in, the day that was two days ago) we lazed around all morning...

...before visiting Oxbow Regional Park...

... and getting ice cream at Cool Moon.

Happy anniversary (again), beloved!

go team

Dear Ross,

You may remember this picture from the hike we took several weeks ago to the Audubon Society. I include it here because it reminds me of the multitude of reasons why I love you. Thanks for always making me laugh, and happy sixth-month anniversary (and yes, peanut gallery, I know that I'm six days late). I think we're getting pretty good at this marriage business. Want to shoot for a year? Just a thought from your loving wife,

Haylie

what i always wanted

I remember once visiting the Metreon in San Francisco with my Dad. The Metreon is an exceptionally intense, multi-story, movie theater right downtown. I don't think we actually saw a movie, but we walked around some of the shops in the theater and went up to the top floor. It was a beautiful day in the city and we could see a big park filled with sunbathers, and I remember thinking, right then, that this was the life I wanted to have. I wanted to live in a beautiful city and sit in a park with music and a good book and quietly let the city move around me.

Flash forward to today. I'm sitting in Jamison Square park on my flamingo beach towel. Creature is nervously peeking out from my Powell's bag (we're still working on outdoor time). I'm listening to Iron and Wine and reading a really nerdy book about the history of the Thames river and, all of a sudden, I realize that this is it. I have exactly the life that I've always wanted. Not only do I get to sunbathe in a beautiful city (with my sweet cat as a bonus), I'm married to my best friend, going to graduate school (knock on wood), and standing on the cusp of a lifetime of adventures. And as if all of that--all of that!--weren't enough, I just discovered that the snap peas that we planted on the deck are growing like fools. It's a good life, friends.

home sweet homestead

Somedays I want to quite this whole modern living enterprise. I want to move to the country, be a writer, and have a pet pig (not a pig for pork; I just don't have that in me)...

Some chickens...

Some helpful books on farming...

A giant garden of vegetables (with perhaps a few flowers)...

And this exact view.

update

Yowza. So, we've been a little busy, apparently. And we're busy still. That being said, please excuse this hasty, bullet-point, pictureless version of what's been going on in our lives:

• In January, I accepted an (lamentable unpaid) internship with the Girl Scouts of Oregon and SW Washington. I write curriculum and, once ever two weeks, hang out at a troop meeting with underprivileged girls, which I love.
• At the end of February we took a long weekend to Seattle, during which we ate far too much food and had a generally lovely time.
• Over the last two months we've received a string of graduate school rejection letters and ONE ACCEPTANCE. Now we're trying to figure out if we can afford to attend George Washington University in D.C. We really, really want to.
• This last weekend I was in Sacramento because my dad was in the hospital. It's a long story, but he turned out to have a brain tumor and had an operation on Friday. It's cancer, but he went home yesterday. He's absolutely back to normal and ready to kick this thing in the ass :o)

That's all the news that's fit to print.

Love,

Haylie and Ross

snob

Sometimes I imagine vacationing with Ross at incredibly exclusive and beautiful resorts. But then I realize that these places are only visited by the super-wealthy, which means we might have to socialize with the aforementioned, which would probably ruin our trip. *Sigh* Foiled again.

Pictured: Dunton Hot Springs

alexander i am

In lieu of the extremely bad day Ross and I have been having--and my subsequent, exceptionally understandable desire to feel sorry for myself--I have decided to suck it up and make a list of things to be grateful for today. Here goes:

1. The beautiful, sunshine-y weather

2. Dear friends: Cathleen, Annette, Tanna (none of whom read this blog...)

3. Aunt Kim. Thanks for calling!

4. Creature

5. Whole Foods

6. Unexpected babysitting offers

I'm tempted to make a list of things I'm really, really not grateful for, but I feel that doing so would somewhat detract from my noble purpose. However, there's one thing I just can't let slide: I'm on to you, men's-health-oriented, patriarchal, exorbitantly priced, laughably unhelpful medical community. I am so on to you.

rainy day girl recommends

During the past week Ross and I happened upon two of the best documentaries I have ever seen. You should see them, too.

I've been pretty obsessed with trying to eat real, ethical food since I read Michael Pollan's excellent In Defense of Food over the summer. So I freely admit that Food, Inc--based on both Pollan's works and Eric Schlosser's Fast Food Nation--was preaching to the converted. Yet seeing all these things I'd read about on actual film renewed my resolve to be done as the food industry's sucker. It also inspired me to add a new link list to this blog's sidebar ("Because We Are What We Eat") where I've listed websites I've found helpful as we've tried to make sustainable choices. I particularly like The Cornucopia Institute, which has an informative list of different organic dairy companies and how well they live up to their espoused philosophies. Anyway, rant concluded, but I highly recommend you see this film.

I don't normally cry out of sentiment. I didn't cry at my wedding, for heaven's sake. But I bawled through this documentary, an incredibly sweet and agenda-free film about three retired men and women in Bangor, Maine, who have made it their life's mission to greet and welcome home every single soldier who comes through Bangor's airport (apparently one of the major points of entry for returning servicemen and women). Watching them shower love on those soldiers as they deal privately with the loneliness and illness of old age is incredibly powerful. Please, please see this documentary (it's available as an Instant Play on Netflix). Then call me or leave me a message here and let's talk about it.

Note to Swensons and affiliates: this film made me think a lot about Grandpa and the service he rendered both our country and our family. Have Kleenex handy.

walking

*I'll create posts with actual writing soon, I promise.

fitting in with the grad school kids

determination

I am trying to teach Creature to walk on a leash for "fun and exercise." This picture is hilarious because it makes it look like she loves it, or that she's at least okay with it.

She does not love it.

She is not okay with it.

But she will be.

happy

Happiness, in 10

1. Pigeons

2. Farmer's markets

3. Fresh flowers on my kitchen table

4. NPR

5. Old-fashioned photo booths

6. Olympic opening ceremonies

7. The "thwunk" sound that oars make when everyone on a crew team is rowing together

8. When I'm on the computer and Creature hops up to take a nap on my lap

9. The smell of rain on a hot day

10. Kites

Saddened by this, and inspired by this and this, I decided to make a list of the things that make me most happy.

Some things (Like Ross, for instance) didn't make the list because they were too obvious.

Don't be surprised if you get an email from me asking you for your happy list.

the tragic difference between december 15th and january 15th

Apparently, the deadline to apply to the University of Massachusetts, Amherst was December 15th. Not January 15th, as I had written down in every single graduate document I've made. Oh, well. Nine out of ten ain't bad.

Happy New Year!

2009 was fun and all, but we are SO glad that 2010 is here, as we are looking forward to:

1. Our midwinter trip to a) the coast, b) Seattle, or C) As-yet-undecided mystery location
2. March and the graduate school verdict (yikes)
3. Rowing rowing rowing at this fine institution as soon as it gets warm enough
4. Hopeful trips to Bend, Utah, and Ashland
5. Finding out where we're going to live for the next forever (see number 2)
6. Transcontinental road trip
7. Celebrating our 1-year anniversary, birthdays, and other excuses to blow off real life
8. Continued enjoyment of and exasperation with Creature
9. Resolving some unresolved issues in my life
10. A plethora of summertime adventures
11. Exploring more of Portland and the city graduate school decides for us
12. Striking out into the unknown

Dear 2010,

Bring it.

Joshua Tree from New Year's 2008.

Probably my favorite place in the whole world.

A Pink Martini 2009!

2009 was kind of a trip, to be honest with you. Two different states, two marital statuses (but only one last name... surprise!), multiple emotional crises, one engagement. Allow me to elaborate:

In January I was still living in (and hating) sunny California, my blog was here, and Ross and I celebrated New Year's with Pink Martini at the Walt Disney Concert Hall...

In February Ross flew down, we packed up the car, and I left this...

For this...

Then I bought a fish and named him Bono...

In March, I started working with the ZooSnooze Program at the Zoo, Ross continued school, and we enjoyed being back together in Portland...

In April I moved in with Humberto and Lucyna and we bought our amazing new camera.

In May Ross graduated from Portland State, we stumbled across this kid rocking out...

Went to our second Pink Martini concert...

Got engaged...

And I started volunteering with Big Brothers Big Sisters and met my awesome Little...

In June we happened across this magical scene...

Ross started his new grown-up job, and I started working with summer camp again...

In July we went to the Waterfront Blues Fest with Ben and Tanna, celebrated my 23d birthday, went rock climbing with Dallin and Christy at Smith Rock, had Mark come to stay...

And we had an incredible fourth of July hiking the Salmonberry River and making sparkler whoopie on the beach...

In August baby Samudra turned one year old and topped 1,000 pounds...

And Ross turned 25 years old and failed to top 1,000 pounds.

In September these ladies came to visit all the way from London...

Predators of the Serengeti opened at the zoo...

I went to the coast with these amazing women...

And I moved into our apartment in our cool neighborhood...

In October nothing particularly special happened...

In November Truckasaurus helped me procrastinate, we conquered Battlestar Galactica, visited Bagby Hot Springs and Hood River, and adopted a new laptop and Creature...

In December we applied to graduate school and had Christmases with the Deweys, the Harwells, and ourselves. We put up lights...

Found the perfect Christmas tree at Lowe's...

Discovered that Santa has gone green...

And celebrated New Year's Eve, again, with Pink Martini...

2009 has been a year of incredible change, growth, and challenge. Hopefully 2010 is just like it (only with fewer wedding planning tears, stress, headaches, backaches, uncertainty, emotional chaos...). Happy New Year!