My Dog is Chelsea

I have so much I want to say right now but I can’t! We’re in the midst of a roommate search—we finally decided on our top pick; now it’s up to me to make those dreaded “Sorry, you’re not the right person” phone calls. How on Earth to people do this regularly? I can see [...]

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The Oregonian reported today that three of Oregon’s Republican representatives neglected to disclose an all-expenses-paid trip to Hawaii in 2004. You see, it was a conference held by the Oregon Beer and Wine Distributors Association, which took place, of course, at a fancy resort in Maui. The point of the conference was to discuss things [...]

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It’s official, folks. When Asa’s alarm went off at five-fucking-thirty this morning, it finally hit me: I’ve lived in Portland for an entire year. I moved here in late September last year, just before Asa began his diesel mechanics classes that start every morning at the very unreasonable hour of seven o’clock. His alarm clock—a [...]

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I am alive, and so is Chelsea. Things have been busy around here, so I’m sorry I’ve been a delinquent blogger. Thank you to everyone for the well wishes for Stink (Chelsea)—she’s been doing well. I completed my first big sewing project today—a brand new dog bed for my furry little best friend. Unfortunately, the [...]

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Chelsea had a seizure on Monday and the vet thinks it was probably caused by brain tumor. He wants me to take her to a doggie neurologist. I told my mother the news as soon as I found out. “She had a high fever?” Her phone is broken, which means that it was “No, a [...]

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