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It's our aniversary today! Three years. 

We arrived back to our apartment in Portland today just in time to miss the 100 degree weather plauging our fair town.  We had been camping  with my grandparents at Pacific Beach in Washington.
The highlight of the trip for me was seeing two black bear cubs walk across the road in front of our truck.  It was the first time I had ever, ever seen a bear.  Paul saw the mother bear, but my eyes happened to be closed at the time.  I so wish we had gotten a picture - because they were CUTE.  Here are some pictures we did take:

Our campsite (in case you were wondering, we own the tent not the trailer) 

Playing cribbage 

Pacific Beach, Washington 

All true washingtonians swim in the ocean no matter what the temperature. My husband Paul grew up being spoiled by the sandy white beaches and 70 degree water of Costa Rica. What a pansy! 

A couple days ago I was at a baby shower for my nephew, Wes, and I saw some really neat ladies that I grew up with in church.  A conversation that we had went like this:

Annie, are you getting taller?

No, I haven't grown in quite a while (I'm 26).

Well you must be getting skinnier then.

I think these ladies see me as a perpetual teenager.  I will never grow up in thier eyes.  Even when I have grandchildren I will still be just a kid to them. 

Here are some pictures from Paul's hiking trip to Mount Jefferson this week. He went with some other guys from our church, Mosaic. 

Brandon and Paul  

Paul and Randy - getting ready to start up the trail. 

Paul / Mt. Jefferson 

Sand in the City 

Sand in the City 

This morning Paul woke me up at 6am (do you know that it's Saturday?). Why? To go to the REI garage sale. It was worth it! We were about 20th in line and scored some hiking boots, chacos, a backpack and some climbing shoes all for ridiculously low prices. We've decided to make it an annual event. We've been before but never gotten up so early. And yes, in case you are wondering, Dave Duff was about third in line! He always beats us.  

My brother Dan is on a student ministry team that this summer goes around to different camps and helps out with counseling, etc. Someone told me about this picture of Dan on Mt. Gilead's website. If you knew my brother, you would think this was hilarious. Talk about getting out of your comfort zone! WE LOVE YOU DAN!!! 

One time, when I was young, my brother and I were in the same Sunday School class.  It was a small church.  The Sunday School teacher (bless her heart) asked us the inevitable question about what had been going on in our lives. 
My brother liked to tell stories.  Mostly ones that weren't true.  So while him and I were there in front of everyone he made up a story about how his family had gone to Hawaii that week on Alaska Airlines.  Being young and innocent I first thought, "wait a minute, did I miss something..."  Then I thought, "is he really stupid enough to let me catch him lying so I can tell on him".  As much as my brother liked to lie, I liked to tattle. 
Then I realized, "It's fun to lie!"  I felt a camaraderie with him, and even thought about helping him out.  Even as an adult, I sometimes wonder whether I could make up stories and get away with it.  The thought crossed my mind earlier today.  "What if I started a blog that only contained made up stories by me?"  The thought was electrifying!  This is what is so beautiful about blogging. 
 
P.S. I mean lying in the most non-harmful way :)

Titles of some kindergartener-made books:
 
Shrek's Birthday Cake
The Snow Wolf that Could
The Mean Fairy and the Theater that got Bombed Adventure
The Freaking Out Scared Dragon
Mean Butterfly and Scary Mad Tree
 

Kara and Annie picking blueberries on Sauvie Island 

Marionberries