Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Our Birthday Weekend!

Micah and I celebrated our birthday together over the weekend.  In case you didn't know, we share the same day- September 16th!

On Friday we met with a few new friend couples up in our neighborhood at a pub called "Moon and Sixpence", which specializes in British fare, ale, and cider.  We had a wonderful time enjoying company and being relaxed.

On Saturday, we drove down to Eugene to meet up with the family and spend some time with Grandma Carol and Grandpa Leon, who were in town.  We had a wonderful meal together and got to spend some quality time catching up with them.

On Sunday, we all went to the Eugene Walk to Defeat ALS.  Micah and I worked at the event, and the rest of the family came so that we could all take part and walk in dad's memory.  Our Team was called "Team Togzilla", based on dad's nickname that he liked to use.  Micah designed the logo and we all pinned them onto our shirts and wore matching rock and roll accessories to pay homage to Dad.  Even Stacy's corgi dog Sophie was there to support our team!

After the walk and spending a little more time with family, Micah and I made our goodbyes and enjoyed a long drive back home, where we talked about the weekend and discussed our upcoming wedding plans.  All around, a good time was had by all!

Thank you to everyone for the birthday cards and wishes, we read each one together and appreciate the love and support.


Friday, August 31, 2012

Micah and I are learning how to make Refrigerator Pickles!

yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum!

organic cucumbers, vinegar, a tiny bit of sugar, a little salt, some walla walla onion, and just a ton of garlic.
Each batch tastes better as we develop our recipe.  Yay!

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

An evening of Haikus

In order of inspiration, by Shana and Micah.

Underwater cats
Meow glugg glugg meow.
What a way to fish.

This heat is too much,
I fried an egg on the floor.
Now my egg has lint.

Umbrella tree of green,
mother protecting my head.
I don't want to die.

Deary me dozens,
an old lady used to say
in exasperation.

Smoke ash dust ash smoke.
Why have we no water pure?
I am so thirsty.

The autumn wind blows
sweet in my love's sun-kissed hair.
My heart burns forever.

Skin meets skin, sweat, tears-
I share my feelings with you...
you punched my heart flat.

Deeply we cherish
in the burning house or arms,
where two roads are one.

Weightless, white and pure.
Float on, you angel demon
You can't take my cloud.

I look for the rain
when all I see is the sun.
and light when it pours.

Summer turns to fall.
Leaves scream loudly and then die.
...It is beautiful.

I tripped on a squirrel
This doesn't make any sense at all!
My feet smell like fish.

My tongue feels so thick.
Too much salt on the popcorn?
I'd kill for a coke.

Swing me high and low.
Hurtle me up to the moon.
Don't you dare drop me.

A face in the crowd,
afraid what the future brings,
I stand to the side.

Is life fraught with change?
A maelstrom of uncertainty?
Hold fast to your spirit!

His nostrils flare tight.
"That is worse than holy hell."
Old cat litter hell.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Introduction of Shana (by Micah)

Shana, ah, what can be said about Shana. Often accidentally referred to as Shaahnaah, seldom called Phillip, and answers favorably to the exclamation: "WHAT'S ON FIRE?!" A delightful gal, but I'm biased. I so enjoy her that I had to ask her to marry me... that and there was a gun pointed at my head. I suppose that an introduction could be successful if I extolled those virtues that drew me to "put a ring on her," as it were. While the gun to my temple was a consideration (I wear a hat. I need my head to wear a hat. Case closed.) I was more in tune with her sweetness, kindness, acerbic wit, and devilishly morbid sense of humor. We share a calculated love of adventure. I can imagine us traveling to far off lands and exploring strange new places... with a satellite phone and three days supply of food. We are both the kind of folks who take the bull by the horns, well, more so her. I like to wait until a hot day and the bull is drowsy. She is an unconventional woman. Sublime and tenacious, and known for her sympathetic heart and the willingness to use that heart with her mind to be of some real use to the world. Perhaps the most loved and cherished thing about her is that earnest need to help people. It is supremely admirable that the very disease that robbed her of her Father is storm she works in. Everyday bringing a shelter from the maelstrom of a dreaded malady while giving comfort and hope to those who could easily find themselves without. That's Shana, and I love her.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Introduction of Micah (by Shana)

This was written for a biography assignment in one of Micah's graphic design classes. For those of you who know him already, you will find this hilarious. For those of you who have yet to meet Micah, this is a perfect first impression... and also, I'm sorry. :-D