100

I'm at the airport with about an hour to kill. The Portland airport is nice enough to have free wifi. I thought that was a given these days, but I've recently learned that's not the case. Portland wins.

This is my hundredth post on this blog. Considering that I only started this blog a few months ago, it means I don't have a life and I will blog about whatever little thing pops into my head. Actually, that's not true. I really do have a pretty good filter. You should count yourself lucky that I don't write everything I think. I would scare you all off pretty quickly.

In elementary school, a lot of classes count the days of school and once they reach the big 1-0-0, they have a big celebration day and talk all about the number 100. I thought I'd glean some ideas off some teacher websites of things I could incorporate on my blog for my big 1-0-0, but they were pretty lame, like "draw a picture of yourself in 100 years". That would be a sad picture for myself. So, instead of telling you 100 reasons I love peanut butter jelly (or 100 ways to eat it), I'll just leave 100 alone.

Instead, to commemorate 100 blog posts, I'll defer to what has quickly become a classic on this blog. I hope for your sake that this is the last time this happens. Here goes nothing.

Amanda hadn't had her picture in the creeper glasses yet!!

 Too cute. She even matches the mixer.

What guys? You think the glasses could come out without me taking a picture? Get real. Let's hope this is the last time. 

In the meantime, I'm listening to Trueb, an Oregon City band from my high school days. I wish I could find an internet page with their music, but I can't. Nathan Trueb was the first person I saw shred a guitar.  Considering he's my age, and I was in high school at the time, it was a pretty big deal. I'm also composing an angry e-mail as to why I can't find a Willamette Week newspaper at the airport.