We spent a few days up in Oregon visiting friends and family on a surprise trip last week. One of the highlights for me was getting to see my niece, Meg, play basketball the night we got there. Even though she is one of the taller ones on the team, she is point guard and has developed some pretty reasonable ball handling skills.

I also spent some time with my BFF, Heidi, making a dress for my little darling daughter for the holiday season. Heidi is more of a seamstress than I am, but I think the dress turned out pretty nice, nonetheless.

And finally, the highlight for my husband, was seeing that all of the world is not as crazy as California. There are places, like Oregon, where, if you want to do something, you are allowed to do it. For example, at our house in California, if we want to have a campfire, we have to go to a federal campsite and pay to have a fire but it must be only as big as the ring allows. We are not even permitted here to have a controlled fire in a barrel to burn trash. In OREGON, however, someone still agrees that men should be allowed to be men and that includes playing with fire: