By the numbers...

13 = Number of dead Bees found in my bathroom… at once.
1 = Number of dead bats created in front yard.
1 = Number of destroyed cookie sheets as a result of previous line item

30 = Number of years I have been on the earth
1 = Number of birthday paper shredders now in my possession.
Endless = hours spent enjoying said paper shredder, and quantities of junk mail chomped by its hungry teeth.
1= Times that I almost cried at work because my boss referred to me as a “Cougar” since I am now 30. (I am not a Cougar, for the record).

9= Number of books I am currently reading.
0= Number of books I effectively took with me on my most recent plane flight to Denver.

1/5 = Level in the cereal box that my brother consumes down to before buying a new box. Seriously... to the grain.
3 = Number of times that he has done this to rice krispies alone since my last pantry clean out.
8 = Number of other non discriminate cereals he has also deemed "finished"
0 = Number of boxes he thought to throw away after they were "finished"
225 = Number of pounds, in kettlebell weights, that I cannot move that sits in my living room year round.
Endlessly = How much I love my idiot bro.

Portland Rose GardenTillamook Bay

Road thru the mountains to the Coast

A Bacon Maple Doughnut, which was promptly sent to Anne Ritland Williams upon it's procurement. It effectively combines her number 1 and number 2 favorite foods.

Me eating a super juicy pluot. (Plum + Apricot) on the beach.

Sneak Peek of Portland