OLIVIA'S VACATION BLOG WITH A CREATIVE TITLE!

I couldn't think of a good title, I apologize.

So. I took around three hundred pictures during our family trip to Oregon. And I have picked the best (read: my favorite, some suck...a lot) to share with the world (thirteen people) that has been anticipating this holy blog for hours!

I will begin at the beginning, which is only logical:

This is how it looked out my window once during the flight. The chick next to me was all frazzled when I pointed my camera out the window. And I was all "what." Then we fought.

On the first flight, I sat next to this guy. I wasn't happy at first because he was with a giant group on a mission trip, and so it was pretty much given that he would push his Jesus on me. But it turns out, aside from me being right, he was Elvis's personal assistant for a few years way back when. So I got to hear Elvis stories while we flew to Denver. The only downside was, eventually the stories ended up back at Jesus. If that guy was a super hero, his power would be bringing anything, including mayonaise, back to Jesus.


Eventually we got to Portland, where I took this picture that I like. I figure, if I lived in Portland, I would live in this building, regardless of whether or not it was actually an apartment building.

This is something that puzzled me though. This was in the window of a shoe repair place, and I don't see what it has to do with the repair of shoes. Also, it does not make me want to get my shoes repaired there. Frankly, it freaks me out a little. My good friend, Aaron, made sense of it, to himself at least. He said the point that he saw was, if this guy wasn't going to wear anything, he was going to wear shoes, even without a body. But that is crap.

Just say "fudgefudge" really fast. It's great. I don't know why, it doesn't sound dirty or even really have any sort of inuendo in there. It just made me insanely happy.

Lastly for my Portland pictures, here is my dad, watching the Weather Channel but looking like a monsoon is coming. If only he had glasses on to dramatically take off. "Oh...my...God..."

After a day or two in Portland, we ventured to pretty much the smallest town ever that is NOT a ghost town. We went to visit our grandparents, and had a fantastic time with them, regardless of the fact that I saw maybe three guys in the entire town. Maybe they are like vampires, though.

Also, the town had the smallest monkey bars I have ever seen. Ever.


We actually DID go to some ghost towns though:

I thought this was funny, because you see the little box, and then behind it is a barn full of old cars and wagons that are in serious need of restoration. But I liked that they were old and decrepid.

This is a whole lot of nothingness on the way to the ghost town of boredom. Seriously. It was boring.

I got to know some of the friendly, yet quiet locals of one ghost town. Population, eight or something.

I think this guy was wasted. I did my best not to anger him.

Here's a giant pile of cow poop. I should have put up a hand or something to show the size, but it was gross. And just too giant to NOT take a picture of. So here it is.

Here's my brother being emo and weird right before I found the giant poop.

Here's the ghost town bathroom door! Apparently they are not familiar with "that's what she said" jokes. So I'd like to say to you, "push hard" door, THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!

Later on, we found an abandoned gym. I took this picture that I am super proud of because it kicks ass.

This is me being really cold by an old gas station pump. It was freezing and windy.

This is a super cool picture my mom took. And I look cool/sexy as hell, so I figured I'd stick it in here. Feel free to set it as your desktop.

Here I am again, this time standing among some creeeepy ghost chairs! And I didn't move them at all, they were already creepy.


We then traveled to some larger towns on the coast.

The sea was angryyyy!

And it was pouring down this, like, hell-ish super-mist and I thought I was going to die.

This is my favorite house, ever. However, it is falling apart and can probably not be salvaged. It is totally a fight club house. And so I was annoying and took pictures of it. But it's SO COOL!!!

This is my uncle and my emo brother, both looking oh so pretty. I put this picture on here for my own enjoyment. Take that!

And lastly, here is a food dog. I made it with my hash browns and some ketchup and some other stuff at breakfast out last morning. It should have been framed.

So those are my favorite vacation pictures. There are loads more, but that's all I have energy for. Really, I have to go take a nap now.