Seriously?

I fell down yesterday. Crossing the street. It hurt real bad. The worst part is that I am hugely pregnant and wearing those stupid maternity pants that fall down at the drop of a hat, so when I went down so did they. There I was was laying on the ground, crying like a baby with my butt crack hanging out, and everyone stopping to see if I need help. I think everyone thought I was in labor. They kept offering to call an ambulance for me... or a cab. I couldn't stand up because then my butt would really be hanging out, but none of the "good Samaritans" would leave. Finally I just gave in and let Tor pull me up. Everyone got to see everything, and I hobbled to an alcove where I cried uncontrollably in embarrassment. Apparently the womb is well insulated because the kid didn't even flinch. I was hoping I'd at least break my water or have contractions or something for all my lost dignity. Nothin'. The best part was that when they were asking if we needed an ambulance I was thinking: see the guy in the bright red shirt that reads "I pigged out at Fat Boy's Pork Palace"-- he IS a doctor. Oh, and I scraped my knee. Sad.


Picture of me after I'd fallen, the crowds of onlookers have been cropped, as have my butt cheeks :)

Finally!

We are in Portland and we have furniture! We road tripped up Hwy 1 along the California and Oregon coasts to our new "digs" here in Portland. Unfortunately the moving company we used took their time transporting our things the 800 miles from Santa Barbara to Portland (we found out later that all moving companies suck and it has been suggested that they are run by the mafia... if there are any mafioso reading this blog, please improve your customer service, i.e. get our stuff to us on time). Three weeks after saying goodbye to my bed, I finally got to jump on it in glee. We love our apartment. It's right in downtown Portland in an area called the Pearl District. We are all settled now so Baby Lars can show up at any time. Hint, hint baby...


Redwood Forest National Park. That's one big... (you can fill in the blank)


Sonny and Christine drove up to visit for the fourth. We wanted them to be house guests but only had one air mattress. And, yes, I know, this is a truly horrible picture of me, but I think it shows my total self-confidence to post it anyway.


Visiting Tor's college buddy Brian in Palo Alto.


At the Ranch with Grandpa Bill and Aunt Emily.


Throwing cobs off the porch at the ranch, it's a McCutchan family tradition.


Visiting Tor's Aunt Linda, Uncle John, and cousin Amanda in Eureka. Apparently it is part of California's pot mecca Humbolt County. I didn't smell anything in the air though.