We have a family pass to OMSI but seriously, how can you enjoy OMSI without kids? Don’t get me wrong, I could spend hours building paper airplanes and launching 2-liter pop bottle rockets. But you get more than a few dirty looks when, as a 24 year old, you are elbowing 2nd graders out of the way to get your hands on the controls of the little robots in the technology room. We needed a kid, and now!
Enter Ino. 8 years old, and more than willing to spend all day building paper cup flyers, and making goo out of gelatin with us. He is Keith’s little brother so there were no worried parents wondering where we were going and why we’re spoiling their kid rotten. And he needed us to race rockets with him, make sailboats to compete against his, and create colorful chemistry chaos with him. A fulfilling day at the museum, indeed.
We fed him all kinds of junk, bought him toys he didn’t need (well, he said he did, so ya know…), and introduced him to Portland street musicians, Finnegans Toy Store and the Omnimax movie dome. I think he liked it.
Anybody else want to loan us their kid for a day? We only saw half of OMSI because we got so carried away in one room…which necessitates a trip back to Portland asap. We promise that they we will have a pretty sweet time.
Paris photos are in surprisingly high demand. For those who have asked, here you go! You’ll have to ask Keith what you’re looking at, because I basically only saw the inside of the Metro station and the Exhibition Center where SIAL (second-largest food products tradeshow in the world) was held. No, really. But it was a lot of fun to be there. I will definitely be going back!
It’s election day and most of the world is sitting on the edge of their seats to see if we’ll have this (thanks Carly!) or this in the White House. I, however, am lying smack in the middle of my couch with a cold, dutifully at home to answer the doorbell to all the Obama canvassers who want to make sure I voted.
For once and for all, folks….yes I voted. Yes, for Obama. And yes, I actually was clever enough to take that ballot down to the courthouse and stick it in the slot! Please stop ringing my doorbell because I’m not a particularly pleasant sight in sweats, hair all a mess, and other signs of having done absolutely nothing productive with my day.
In better news, I have finally acquiesced to all of you who got down on your knees and begged me start a blog. I felt that I could no longer, in clear conscience, deny the world the pleasure of my witty and intelligent way with words, or the fascinating details of my fast-paced life, or the clever photography documenting my almost daily adventures. So, here it is, folks. I do not promise to wow you. I hope not to bore you. But I hope you will say hi if you find my blog and enjoy it.
And in parting, I give you a butternut: