Ok, so the dog officially has a name. I left him with my sister and her kids while I'm in Portland and foolishly told my niece and nephew that they could name him. Because he is four and just saw the new Star Wars movie my nephew wanted to name him Darth Vader, and because she inherited the smartass gene from me and knew how much I would dislike the name, my niece decided to name him Elvis. So Elvis it is!

Portland is GORGEOUS!!!!! I am having a great time here but all of the people are really quite uppity, which means that I get to remove my heels, snap off my nails and bring them down a few pegs (as only a queen can do!) I have been at the mercy of my friend and potential future employer Justin to get around and see the sights, but not anymore. Early this morning I rented a great big ole mud whompin', tobacco spittin', cowboy hat wearin' 4x4 pickup truck. I am going 4-wheelin this weekend. HOORAY!!!!