Cowboys like us

Melissa and I come from Pendleton, Oregon.  When the topic of hometowns comes up here in the Willamette Valley, people often remark, "Oh, I drove through Pendleton once on the way to...."  I suppose we're fortunate that I-84 runs through the place, otherwise a lot of people would have no reason to see it at all.  It's relatively quiet, except during the second week of September -- that's when the rodeo comes to town.

Addicted to Quack!

Starting this week, I share a portion of my morning work commute with Karsten as I drive him to school.  If he's feeling any anxiety about starting kindergarten, he hasn't shown it.  He did express concern that his new academic schedule would preclude watching Ducks football with me on Saturday afternoons.  Ah, the rigors of kindergarten.

Unbiased and impartial review

So last weekend we went to Portland to enjoy the Crowded House concert. Travis and I have never been to a concert together.  Actually, the last concert I attended was Heavy D and the Boyz when I was still a teenager.  Yes, I know you are all jealous that I was that cool.