I don't wanna...

Be here. I feel like crap and I wanna crawl in bed and pull the covers up over my head...

(whine, whine, whine)

Wake me up when the sun comes back.

Time for a change...

As of a few days ago, I've been writing this blog for 2 years now. I've had ups. I've had downs. I've had WTF was that moments...

Boring...

Let me know when you get to the good stuff...

ZzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzZzzzzZzzzzzzzz.....

As you can see, the dogs are being very supportive...

Anyway, I was thinking that is was time for a change. And since I have absolutely no control over the weather (it's raining, yet again) I figured I would make a little change where I could. I'm changing the name of the blog... 

Yes, again...

Sheesh. Can't a girl get any support around here?

No.

On a my buddy Fixit's suggestion, I'm changing the name to Life's a Beach...

After all, it is...

Sometimes with one dog...

Sometimes with two...

Sometimes just with ears showing...

But always with good friends...

I talked Fixit into riding with me on Saturday (while the sun was still here). It was windy, but we had a good time...

Elmo also had a good time...

And was a well-behaved horse...

And we managed to get them lined up for a great photo...

You know, from this angle I don't look too fat...

Hey, who are you calling fat?

Don't worry Duke. I wasn't talking about you... Although you totally need to go to doggy boot camp and shed a few pounds. You look like a blow-up toy...

I could use boot camp too. I have lost a few pounds, but I need to keep it going. After all, I don't want to be the "fat kid" on the beach this summer. Assuming summer does come... at this point I'm beginning to wonder.

But no matter what the weather is doing, life's a beach...

I'm ready for the weekend...

And hopefully the sun will stay with us here at the coast.

This morning was gorgeous...

Although I'm hearing that it's supposed to start raining again on Sunday. 

But, on Sunday I'll be stuffing my face with non-diet approved foods in honor of Easter... so who cares about the weather?

All I'm saying is that it had best be sunny again by Monday...

The wind in our hair...

Or maybe that should read "The gale-force wind in our hair"...

It was sunny. But, boy, was it windy. But we did manage to get out for RR's first ride on the beach. And it was a lot of fun...

Wait... what are we doing?

We're having fun riding on the beach.

RR: Yeah, this is kinda fun...

Elmo: I'm not having any fun. Where's the grass?

 It was so windy that every thing was distorting...

RR: Let's trot...

Elmo: But I don't wanna trot. That's work...

RR: Do it anyway...

Elmo: Fine...

RR: See? Fun!! 

It sure was a beautiful day...

Many more of these to come, I hope...

Sure, I'm a little crabby...

Right now we are experiencing extremely low tides which makes for interesting discoveries while on the morning walk...

Gotta be good stuff somewhere in here...

My eyes, my eyes... what is this golden orb of light?

RR: I think I found something...

Marshmallow: Can I eat it?

Ummmm....

Correct me if I'm wrong, but...

I'm pretty sure that doesn't qualify as a "keeper"...

The view from the top of the Stairs of Terror...

Just to give you an idea of how the low the tide really is... 

Today...

Same view, last week...

Yeah, I could care less. I'm busy...

Yeah, can we go now?

Dumb dogs. They don't know what they're missing...

Behold! The golden orb of light...

The sun is back. And maybe for a few days even. I'm so excited by this prospect that I can hardly contain myself...

The weekend didn't start off that way, however.

On Saturday, things were looking a little bleak. But RR, the dogs and I found ways to cheer ourselves up. We (meaning the dogs) posed on things. Like a log...

I'm posing on a log...

Yup. Still posing on a log...

Uh huh... *yawn* Still here...

Hey, what's that over there (makes a run for it)...

Outta the way, Marshmallow. I will show you how to properly pose on a log...

A little farther down the beach, the pups ran into their buddy Moxi who was making a valiant effort to get someone, anyone, to throw him the stick he had carefully chosen for the task...

I haz a stick...

Throw ze stick, pleaz...

 

Needless to say, I did not throw the stick. Moxi tried to drag it along for a bit, but eventually realized that his dreams of chasing "the big one" weren't going to happen. 

After our walk on the beach, RR headed out to do some stuff around his place and I decided that it was time to round up the dust hippos that were hiding out in my kitchen. 

On Sunday, it was barn day. But it was a nice day and it wasn't raining so there was much rejoicing. After cleaning up after 15 horses, RR and I treated ourselves to sushi and then decided to head out to catch the sunset... which was great. We could actually see the sun set.

And it was glorious...

It would have been more glorious if the wind hadn't been blowing around 20 MPH, but whatever. There was sun...

Then this morning, we were treated to yet more sun...

Now this is what I'm talking about...

I'm hoping it sticks around for a while...

What the... ?

I'm not sure I even want to know what events took place for someone to end up with shredded panties hanging on a handrail on a staircase leading up from the beach...

Whatever is was, it probably wasn't legal (except in Montana)...

I'm hoping my weekend goes better than this.

My fellow Oregonians...

I would like to introduce you to...

A sliver of blue sky...

After witnessing such a rare event, it inspired me to get out and attack the "stairs of terror".

The Stairs of Terror...

That's a long way down. Or up, depending...

But the view is nice. Once you finally get to the top. Finally...

Meh. I don't see what the big deal is...

That was fun... Can I do it again?

Shut up, dogs. You have 4 legs. I only have 2. It takes me more time and effort to make it to the top...

Meh. I don't see what the big deal is...

Yeah, you shut up too...