Fortune Teller

Took that picture at Cargo yesterday. I went there in search of these:

Which I found. And also this:

The "miracle fish" told me and Jeremy that we're jealous and fickle but it failed to report this:

Looks like I've got my own "miracle fish".

My parents are cooler than your parents

We went to a few record stores over the weekend. The bargain bin was good to me. 5 records for $6. Not bad. Time with parents who have good taste in music is pretty cool too.

A Rainy Day

A look out my window

A little Autumn Love

Last week. Took a walk, took some pictures.

I wish I'd had my camera...

Tonight we went to "Last Thursday" on Alberta and it was so much fun. The perfect summer evening activity. Yummy food, local art and music, superb people watching. Superb. If you live in or visit the area- go. I highly recommend it. It was a fun way to feel more connected with the people in our city. When you're all standing around listening to the same street musician, it feels like life can be simple and all can be well for a moment. On our way out of the neighborhood, we patronized the coolest place ever:

That's right, The Grilled Cheese Grill. They serve a variety of grilled cheese sandwiches out of an Airstream Trailer (ours was delish) and you have the option of sitting at a picnic table or in a school bus that's been renovated with tables covered in old yearbook photos. I wish their website had pictures cuz it was seriously brilliant. You must go and partake. 

If you happen to be in Portland...

Please come and see me here:

Now excuse me for a few days while I head off to Girls Camp with a hundred teenage girls. Me and my belly will be sleeping on a cot and getting up in the middle of the night to go to the outhouse. Yaaaay. No, but really, I'm super excited. We have so much fun every year I couldn't stand to miss it even though EVERYONE says I'm crazy. I say crazy is the only way to make it through the day.

PS- and seriously, where's the love? Does nobody want free stuff? I know I gave you till the 26th but only 1 comment so far? Ouch.

I have a confession...

...I'm really good at eating sweets. No, really. You might think you are, but I guarantee you're a total light-weight when compared to me. You probably eat half a cupcake and then say "This is so rich, I'm going to be sick." Or maybe you finish it but then you say "Wow, why did I eat that? I feel sick." I know you. I've been to dessert with you. You share with your husband. You even let him pick and then "just have a few bites". Pathetic. Me? I ate a three-course dinner at St. Cupcake tonight. No lie. My friend (who requested she remain nameless) came over, we took a walk, we stopped at aforementioned bakery, we closed the place down. Course #1- Pumpkin Spice. Course #2- Fat Elvis (involves banana, chocolate, peanut butter). Course #3- Pumpkin Spice. Now if that's not a balanced meal I don't know what is. Totally satisfying. You will not hear of any "feeling sick" on my part. At least not until my next doctor appt. when I have to step on the scale... eek.

A Walk in the Park

Me, my baby belly, dogface and my cameras all took a walk to the famous Rose Gardens this morning. What a nice way to start a day...

Welcome Spring,

So glad to see you here!

A beautiful day to be a Portlander. A beautiful walk with my boys.

A Change of Heart

Those of you I have spoken with recently know I am already deep into the nesting phase of pregnancy. I am dying to organize every detail of our existence in preparation for Little One. Mostly, that means I have forced us into an all-consuming house hunt. I have been so desperate for more space/an extra bedroom that I was ready for suburbia to supply my demands. Tonight I decided I'm not as ready as I thought. Jeremy and I walked four blocks to dinner, crossed the street to Powell's Books, and then hit up Cupcake Jones on the way home. I don't think I'm ready to give up this type of convenience. Now, if we can just find the perfect two bedroom loft...

City sidewalks... dressed in Holiday Style

Last night I met up with Jeremy to join him on his walk home from the office. We took the scenic route cuz our neighborhood's so festive lately.

Jer waited patiently for me to snap some photos

(Rockstar was patient too.)

I want to come back here with a tripod. I kinda like it all jittery though.

Tonight we're going to watch the home team:

And I'm soooo excited to go see this tomorrow:

Thank Your Local Optimistic Tagger

I can't tell you how happy I am with the weather we've been having lately: relatively warm, completely dry and partially to mostly sunny. In November. That's uncommon at the least for Portland, and I want to publicly express my gratitude for fear that ingratitude would upset the weather gods and make them cry. Inches of tears. Rockstar and I took advantage and had a long walk yesterday. We came across the abandoned Meier & Frank building and became acquainted with our local optimistic tagger. We didn't meet her, (the cursive makes me think it's a her) but we saw her work. I think she expressed principles dear to her heart to the point of exhaustion, then bid farewell. Sleep-tight graffiti girl.

A Little Give and Take

Yes, I know this blog is called "A Girl and a Camera" and I haven't posted any of my photos recently. I will consider remedying that situation shortly. For now, a little story from my little life about a little thing called Karma. I live in the city. It's Portland, OR so it's not a large city, but a city nonetheless. This means I am daily approached for "spare change". I have to admit that more often than not, I "have none". Today, a young girl approached me, looked me in the eye and apologetically asked for help. As I have mentioned, I am the leader over the 12-18 year old girls at church and thus have a soft spot for teenagers. I generously shelled out the 63 cents I had in my purse and said I was sorry I didn't have more to give. Fast forward to this evening. My taste buds were all ready to enjoy a mozzarella and tomato panini from Panera Bread. Much to my dismay my debit card was nowhere to be found amongst my purse junk. I had already ordered and could only produce $6.03 in cash when my total was $6.69. Feeling a little sheepish I told the cash register girl to never mind when another Panera employee said "it's on me!" Really? Could it have been the very coins I gave the teenage wanderer just hours ago? I realize this is a very little story with very small repercussions but an interesting study anyhow. Crazy enough, just as I was about to post this blog entry, Jeremy came home telling me to take a look at the below music video. Truly amazing the impact we can have in each other's lives... to the tune of sixty-something cents, or a whole life.

Lickity Split

We just had such a fun evening! Jeremy, Matt, Lisa and I walked up to meet Kate and J for a little Skinnidip. (The frozen yogurt kind, not the swimming naked kind) and as we were chatting, in walked Amber and Mike. We shut the place down and then piled into A & M's car to ride the 19ish blocks home. I commented how the scenario felt like college life, so Mike asked for gas money. Ha ha. They pulled over and we jumped out "lickity split" (said Jeremy). We are so blessed to have such cool people to hang out with. Thanks for being our friends, guys! We're looking forward to Friday night's double feature...