June 9th began with a phone call from my sister at 7:24am (which I consequently ignored...who wants to wake up that early on their birthday anyway?), and another call at 9:45 from my mother...which I answered (it was time to get out of bed by THEN). Both of them wished me Happy Birthday...Ashley sang to me operatic style. I hopped in the shower only to have missed Grace and Kady's phone call and now have a voice mail of them singing to me. It was a songful morning.
Andy and I got out of here at about noon, and headed to the ORIGINAL Original Pancake House for Brunch...which was more like lunch considering the hour. It was delicious. We then headed to Tillamook Cheese Factory. It was pouring rain all the way there, and the drivers on that road are absolutely unforgiving. At one point in time I had a semi truck riding my butt...and I was already speeding (like five over is all). Besides the drivers, the actual drive to Tillamook is so much prettier than the drive to Seaside/Astoria/Cannon Beach. It's much more mossy and green, whereas the other is more foresty.
Anyway, we arrived at the cheese factory and watched people package cheese (we have zero photos of the actual process). I don't know how I would feel about going to work everyday to have someone stare at me while I worked, but more power to the people okay with it. I think working on an assembly line like that would drive me a little more than crazy. I thrive too much on change, not quality control.
I just realized we forgot to take a photo of me as a cow, or farmer. Fail. I guess when Kaleb comes out we'll have to revisit and take it then.
After the factory (and samples...plus purchases), we headed to Oceanside beach. It is by far the favorite of the three we've been to. It might have been because it was freezing, but it was beautiful (Andy took the photos. I just stole them.)
This is why it is the coolest. There is a walkway built through the mountain to the other side of the beach. Granted I wanted to die walking through it because I was CREEPED out, but after having Andy shoot the flash on his camera a few times, I got over my fear of the dark and forged forward to this...
To some of you this photo may not be so strange. April barefoot on the beach, digging through the sand, What?! Yeah right. To those of you who may be confused...going to the beach has always been my favorite not because of the swimming factor, and not only because of how small I feel by the vastness of the ocean...but because of the stuff that lives in the water and/or sand (which translates as SAND CRABS!!). I don't know if they live in Oregon, but there are weird gross looking larvae things that live in the sand like the crabs do (which is what I am inspecting here). I hope they aren't something disgusting.
Looking at me in these pictures I'm sure some of you are thinking, "You crazy girl! Where is your jacket?!" Well, if you must know, I left it in the car because I didn't want to carry it. Besides that, I was retarded and forgot an actual jacket and only had my hot pink rain jacket. "April, it rains in Oregon, especially on the coast...a rain jacket is what you needed." Yeah, but think about that hot pink jacket with my outfit, and besides that it was humid...
The imaginary conversation I'm having with you ends with you telling me I should have worn it lest I turn up sopping-ass-wet. My lesson was learned (I have a photo of the lesson, me sopping-ass-wet, but it's on Andy's phone and he is not here). We ended up getting thoroughly drizzled on, insomuch that driving home all I wore was my (dry) rain coat, and leggings.
After going home and changing, Andy took me to dinner for sushi. It was delicious. Then I made him buy me ice cream and candles and sing to me...because what kind of birthday is it without dessert?!
Andy was a doll all day long on my birthday (and is every day). I love being on this adventure with him even though he hasn't found a job, and things are different. I love knowing I have him to come home to. He makes being away from home that much easier. I love him with all my heart, and am just so thankful for the person he is to me.
Thank you for your birthday wishes. So many people poured out, and it made it okay that I'm up here instead of in Utah. I love every one of you so much.
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