My back is feeling a lot better…I think thanks at least in part to “cupping” (seriously).  OK, it was nowhere near that cool – but it was the same principle.  Little metal cup, air gets sucked out of it, sucking blood up to the surface of your back.  Or whatever.  Afterwards your back looks nice and bruised, like so:

He warned me that it would probably hurt more for a day or so, but it didn’t, and within 24 hours I’d started to feel noticeably better.  I think that night was the last night I needed the Vicodin to help me sleep.  Yay!

Z continues to be a precious little brat.  He really likes grunting over and over for things, even when he knows the words, and he’s working on his mad tantrum skilz.

Baby #2 is almost here!!  Less than 2 months!  I think we’re all covered/prepared, but you never know *cues Jaws music*.

Hopefully at least the new baby will bring lots of visitors !

We drove up to Olympia (capital of Washington bitches!) yesterday for kicks.  Ok, ostensibly it was so I could get a feel for the area because I may include it in the book I’m working on…but we really needed to get out of the house.  Lucky for us it rained almost the whole way home!  And it was pitch dark at 5pm!! Yay!   It seems like a pretty decent town – although I did find it odd that all the burger joints (that we could find) were “huts”.  Literally.  Most of them didn’t even have places to sit.  We stopped at one that supposedly won best burger in the state in somesuch competition and the burgers were good, but totally not worth $10.  I don’t think any burger (with fries) is worth ten dollars (maybe with fries AND a drink!), but hey, we were really hungry and had a burger craving.

And tonight I started (hopefully – by that I mean hopefully I’ve started a process that continues) running again.  The crazy thing is..it’s probably been around 2 years since I ran last and I made it over a mile and half without stopping.  Yeah yeah I know that’s nothing.  Whatever, fuck you – it’s a lot for me! :).  I think I was barely up to running (I should specify that my use of “running” here is probably closer to what a runner would call “jogging”) a mile before I stopped last time – and that was after semi regular runs for several months.

And the beat goes on.

OK, so we didn’t party. I did have one drink though – a Mai Thai that came with a fucking garden growing out of it (it was OK, but not great or worth $8 ) – and we had some cheap & good food. $1 for good Miso soup & $4 for a burger that Dirk swore was the best burger he ever had. For me it wasn’t all that (and no it wasn’t just because I didn’t get it with the fucking sauce you bastards!), but it was good. I think I’m just not into fru-fru burgers. For me, my favorite burger joint is still Javan’s, with the Hamburger Habit (now just The Habit I think) coming in a close second. In’N'Out is also awesome. The best burger I’ve found thus far in Portland (and I’ve tried many, many burgers here) is at Skyline (Google street view rocks does it not?).

Oh – half the restaurant/bar has the seats/furniture all bright & white (this is the eating focus section I think) and the other half is black (this is the bar/drunk/happy hour section maybe). We sat on the black side.

Dirk would like everyone to start “wrecking shop” instead of, perhaps, “going to town”.

No, I don’t know where the “meatbox” came from, other than my mouth.

No, Z did not order any alcohol. I don’t think they would have served him anyway – he wasn’t wearing shoes.