the boys and i are taking a few days holiday on the oregon coast. the weather is here, wish you were beautiful.

we’ve only been here two days and already so far, these things have happened:

• we visited the tillamook cheese factory where people apparently don’t mind waiting in abnormally long lines for a tiny sample of cheese. we didn’t want a sample of cheese. we wanted to take the self-guided tour and watch through the glass as they churned and sliced and wrapped cheesy goodness for the masses. this was made more difficult as the self guided tour wove its way through various sample lines and those people were rabid and determined not to leave without their sample cheese cube on a toothpick. the ice cream made all the work well worth it in the end though.
• the boys went boogie boarding on some killer, gnarly waves, dude.
• a guy at flamingo jim’s engaged me in conversation and later, after asking my name, told me he was going to “google the hell” out of me when he got home.
• two old bitches kicked the boys out of the lighthouse at cape meares for doing something a third park guide told them they could do. i lost my cool and told them to fuck off after calling them nazis. then i burst into tears. in front of god and everybody in a tiny lighthouse visitor’s center. i blame pms.
• 18 holes of mini golf.
• i only checked my work email once so far. it brought me low. wish i hadn’t. i’m starting to hate work.
• i’ve been making most meals in the beach house, but tonight we went out for seafood. jacob ate bread, clam chowder, prime rib, fish, a twice baked potato and peanut butter chocolate cheesecake. he then immediately went swimming in the ocean. i wish i was 13.

tomorrow we’re going for a 90 minute ride on a steam locomotive along the coast. should be fun. so long as i can keep the pms at bay, no pun intended.