








These little plants are everywhere in Oregon. I'm not sure what they're called - but I remember my grandmother had one on her porch and she used to call it her "money tree" because it grows (seeds? leaves?) that look like big silver dollars. Anywho, they are pretty cool looking.




Hood River is located on the Columbia River directly opposite White Salmon, Washington.
As of the census[2] of 2000, there were 5,831 people, 2,429 households, and 1,442 families residing in the city.
Hood River's economy is based on three industries: agriculture, tourism, and sports recreation.
Hood River first experienced a boom in tourism after being discovered as a site for world-class windsurfing, and more recently kiteboarding.
Hood River County also has some of the best kayaking, mountain biking, skiing, and hiking areas in the United States.
According to the United States Census Bureau, the city has a total area of 2.9 square miles (7.5 km2), of which 2.0 square miles (5.2 km2) is land and 0.8 square miles (2.1 km2) (28.97%) is water.
Hood River has 2 sister cities

*doesn't Gerrit look nice in a suit?




Amparo -- make a mess!, make a mess!
me -- who's making a mess?
Amparo -- Uncle Britton!
So Everday after work - I give Brenda a call before the kids go off to
bed. Usually I hear some funny story about what Gerrit and Amparo did
that day. Today was no exception.
Brenda gave Gerrit a pop-tart for being such a good boy and eating all
his breakfast - a couple seconds after recieving his treat
Gerrit : " hey! There's blood in my pop-tart!"
Brenda: "no there's not"
Gerrit: "uh huh ....Theres BLOOD in my pop-tart! Look!"
Brenda "Oh, no Gerrit, that's Jelly"
A sample of what Gerrit says : "You're alright pretty honey. You're
alright"