Well, folks. It's the end of March.
And while this month kind of came in like a lion and then turned into a bitter bitch and now is perhaps maybe exiting like a little lamb... I am starting to feel confident Spring is finally here.
I mean, it has to be. Right?
What's the worst that could happen after this?

Well. Just incase. Maybe fire up a batch of this to keep you warm.
It's worth every second of time and ounce of effort. I swear.

Rather than continue to point my lovely blog readers to my personal Facebook page any longer, I decided to finally launch myself a fan page. Please give me a Like and keep up with me over there for latest posts and pics!

A few weekends back we headed up the eastern seaboard, and met up with about a dozen or so of our friends to celebrate our roommate's thirtieth birthday. We stayed in a classy La Quinta in Portland, and starting wandering the downtown area before the sun went down. It was nice to be somewhat anonymous (and inebriated) in a small town and not the city we all walk daily.

It was a very fun night, one I attempted to capture on film until I clearly became a touch too intoxicated for the public and thus, put the camera away.

It felt more like a twenty-first birthday than anything.
I suppose you can just see for yourself. Turn your volume up and enjoy.



Cheers.

As of late, Matt has been getting increasingly more comfortable around our basement woodshop. And thus, when he found a few dozen free pallets on Craigslist, he immediately (somehow) crammed them into my Civic, took them home, and got started. The first project was a table, "just to see how it came out," he said. I'd say, pretty damn good. Good enough that it found its way into our living room, and I immediately asked for a twin so the couch would be flanked by two pallet tables on each end. The result is lovely and shabby chic and so much more interesting than the red plastic numbers I'd been using as end tables.

After that, Matt took on a bench for the backyard. The top is a little askew on purpose, he assured me. I think it gives it just the right amount of wonkiness to deem it "charming". I also love the "live" and "love" he added with nails to the front.

I'm working on putting together a tutorial of how he created such beauty, but he tends to create when I'm not home (probably so there's not someone sticking their head in the wood shop every sixteen minutes asking if he wants a snack). In the meantime, enjoy:



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(And of course, follow me for all the snacks and drinks and puppy pics you can handle.)

Is worthy of song. What song, you ask? It goes like this...
Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday, Where's My Meat Cake,
Happy Birthday to Me.
How Old am I now? How Old am I now? I'm two and/or four-teeeeeeeen...
Either way I'm still cute. BOMP BOMP.




I'll be in the process of setting up a PO Box to accept all your impending gifts, don't worry.
Shots of me in my boyhood courtesy of the Girl.