was a total estrogen-o-rama. We rented Love Actually, ate tons of
good food, and then we had a clothing exchange (thanks, Meredith)
where Heather and I tried on about 5 grocery bags worth of Meredith's
hand-me-downs. And can you say Donut Bread Pudding? It's just like
bread pudding, but replace the bread with donuts. We also
paused the movie about 30 times because one of us would have a story
to share. I think we may have started a tradition (although I suggested
that next time, we wear our pajamas).
Todd & Julie get married Saturday, and I finally figured out
what to get them as a wedding gift. It's the same thing Heather
got me last Christmas. I have some work to do.
night we went to Neumo's
to see Hint Hint perform an (almost) entirely new song set from
their upcoming CD. We saw Jason briefly. The rest of the time Sean
and I hung out in Neumo's 2nd story loft area with its red walls
and black booths and talked about Most Embarrassing Jr. High School
Moments and rollerskating. It was a very telling conversation.
Monday was atrociously Monday, making me want to kick things. It
was truly awful. Heather
came over after I got home from work and we had a good time at Central
Market, then we came home to make salad and sandwiches and watch
Rounders (she brought the DVD). I can think of no better ending
for yesterday than lounging on the futon with a plate of food in
my lap, staring at the TV.
(Sean had to stay at work until after ten last night so he had a
Monday too.) Jon sent me this
link - Seattle fans of Donnie Darko should be happy. Myself
included. The director's cut "has quite a bit of added
footage and a more complete story line." Girlie Movie Night. My house. Tomorrow night.
Heather told a joke
More Weekend Miscellany First,
Sean got his haircut and he's the cutest thing I've ever seen, hence my
cornering him in our bathroom to take his picture, only for the shadows
the create a Kramer-hair effect. I even tried to lighten the photo levels
to show his hair vs. his hair's shadow, to little avail. But just trust
me - he's adorable.
truly classic photo of Jalen Pink Belly (one of his many Native
American names), as I interrupted him while he was cleaning himself.
Sometimes he'll clean himself, then sit up, as pictured, to take
a breather, for about 20 minutes. Sitting like this. Like a fat
kid staring at a TV or something. I love that cats have no shame.
He would play Nintendo if he could.
our neighbor Eleanor? She cut her hair
off! She stopped by today to bring us eggs from their chickens.
She also told me to keep an eye out for her friend's parakeet, who
Today was the first Six
Thumbs softball game of the season, and while I won't mention
the score, I will tell you that I met Rhoda, pictured left. Rhoda
is one lengthy dog of love. (How could I not grab her cheeks?)
I spent most of the game petting the other team's dogs. I think
I'll start borrowing dogs to take to the games. It just seems right.
Tonight is Maple Leafs hockey, as they are still in the playoffs,
and then we're off to the Hint Hint show.
Hey by the way, Heather
and I are planning a Love
Actually movie night here at my house if any of you are interested.
Some time next week.
the Eagle Eye, sent me this
article from the Las Vegas Review Journal with the note "Didn't
you hook me up with this
guy in high school?"
Yup. I did. And here's what he looked like back then. This picture
was taken at VIP Video, which was owned by the Schneiders. I dated
their son, Scott, then we broke up, then I became good friends with
his older sister, Michele, for years.
Richard was from my ska phase in high school, circa 9th and 10th
grade, as was Valerie Smith, pictured with me on the right. Valerie
still owes my Dad $140 and an entire collection of original Beatles
albums, which she stole from us.
I'm still horribly angry with her.
See my tail?!
was trying to get attention from a 20-something rock star who lived
in LA, so she somehow managed to steal long distance phone calls
by calling an operator and using our phone number for the charges.
Apparently this is the only way she, at 15, could get in good graces
with a rock star, as she didn't put out. And the rock star? He was
the lead singer for a band called ?. Never heard of them? Yeah,
nobody did. I don't think they made it past LA.*
The Beatles collection I will never understand. Dad's friend, Donna,
let us borrow them. It was an immaculate collection - with original
booklets and all. And one day, they were just gone from Valerie's
house (I took them over there because she had the record player).
She never did tell us if she just stole them, or sold them. Maybe
she used the money to fund her bus ride to LA and her VW bug. I'll
Speaking of rock stars, Jason stopped by today to dump his truck
in front of our house, because obviously, that's what our house
is for. His band, Hint
Hint just finished recording their second CD, out now, and will
go on tour again in May.
They are playing tomorrow night at Neumo's. Who wants to see Muse
with me next week? (Sonya?).
I got a "+1" on the guest list.
*Total flashback memory
from this story. Those of you who know me, and probably many of you who
don't, know that I'm a groupie. Not a Put Out Groupie, of course, but
a Pal to the Stars, if you will. While I currently have this status from
my cousins being in rock bands, and Jason booking gigs for Seattle clubs,
this history actually goes all the way back to Las Vegas with an ex-girlfriend
of my Dad's who had many, many Vegas connections, and she was around all
through my jr. high and high school days. But I was under close supervision
for many of my encounters (although, ahem, not all), and there was little
to no physical contact (Cyndi, Greg, shut up) with the rock stars and
There was this girl who went to Hyde Park Jr. High and her name
was Jeannie. Jeannie Cho? Chao? I forget. SHE was a groupie. Actually,
no, she was a Groupie. She was in 8th or 9th grade and
she did put out. In PE class we would all gather around
her to hear Tales From the Latest Concert. I believe she was deflowered
by a member of Ratt. I'm pretty sure it was Ratt. Or maybe Poison?
Were they around in 1983? Okay, my point is, I will always remember
the PE class the day after Stryper performed. We all gathered around
her in awe. "It totally sucked," she said. "All they
did was smoke pot and pray."
Ah the trials of being a groupie for a Christian Metal band.
That picture on the right is Greg, Jonny, and I in 11th grade. I
just thought you'd all appreciate the earrings and male eyeliner.
Ryan Edward's hand in his Daddy's hand
Sarah & Marc & Baby arrive and there's a crowd
Beautiful New Mommy
Future Soccer Player
so happy for Marc and Sarah. I mean, today Marc said "We just
stare at him all day." Ryan's under six pounds now, but feeding
well. (He has such long arms!)
It was a wonderful visit.
Tonight I was very busy making their gift, and here's
a hint of what I made.
It's now almost midnight and we just cleaned up.
Tomorrow Sean has a work meeting (usually his day off) and I will
head over to Marc & Sarah's to deliver the goods. The weather
couldn't be better. And Sunday is the first day of softball for
Do I look awkward?
couldn't be more proud of Monica. She
was on CNN.com today! (her picture too!!) Monica is the
Environmental Justice Coordinator for the Washington Association of
Churches, and a pastor at a church here in Seattle. And she had an
environmental bone to pick with George W. Bush. And CNN reported it.
Because of the subject matter, she received pages and pages of hate
mail and angry phone calls all day today. I'm sure it will continue.
Oddly, many complained about abortion, although it has nothing
to do with Monica's stance on environmental issues. But you see, apparently
if you speak out against Bush, then you must be pro-abortion, therefore
you're going to burn in Hell.
Hmpf. The cost of fame, I guess.
Monica is also a member of our "Six
Arms" group via Noah, whom she is engaged to. And we all
happened to be at Six Arms tonight to celebrate her newfound radical
fame. She rocks.
The Ghost of Noah, Me, Monica
JenB, Internet Babe
home today to an Amazon box. No, I haven't ordered anything from Amazon.
But JenB did.
She went to my wishlist and bought me a book and a heart-shaped LeCreuset
ramekin. Because she loves me. And I love her. And I love everyone
who I've met through this website.
For instance, I also went to the Blogger Meetup tonight, where Tyd
and John brought
me their new food processor. They said they don't use it much, and
I wanted a food processor, so they gave me theirs.
I also received a mix CD from Sonya
of summer bootie-shaking songs. I tried to create a mix for her, but
it wasn't perfect, so I turned to Pinder,
Man of the Music, for advice, which he gave me.
Got a postcard from Styro (presently off the air) from her trip to
Vegas. Got lunch from Heather.
Got advice and support from everyone.
The internet just doesn't get any better than this.
talking to Jeff
at the Blogger Meetup, I toyed with the idea of another party this
summer - kinda like the August
Everything Party. I was telling them that the internet has been
so good to me, it deserves a party, and they reminded me that I've
already done that. A couple times now. But you can never have too
many parties, right?
Later tonight Sean & I had dinner at Kolja's so we could meet
his sister (visiting from Hamburg Cologne), and some other
friends were in attendance. We just got home. I taped West Wing, but
I will have to wait until tomorrow to watch it.
Because Ray asked me to work tomorrow. I usually have Thursdays off.
One step closer!
Dog of the Day is brought to you by Tulip, a Bernese
Mountain Dog (which is the breed of dog I will have if I am ever
capable of having a dog). Tulip was visiting the Coffee Crew Cafe
with her Daddy, who explained that she was born with a damaged left
eye, hence her lack of a left eye. I wanted to hug her all day.
Be sure to click that link, too, and check out the "galleries"
on the right. Great dogs.
Our friends Sarah
Rankin and Marc
Pevoto had their baby, a boy, on Saturday evening. It was a very
swift delivery. Ryan Edward, weighing in at exactly 6 pounds.
On another completely unrelated note, anyone have any recipes they'd
like to share? I have hamburger in the freezer, or I can go buy some
chicken, or whatever. We're on a tight grocery budget this week and
I'm burned out of our regular choices. I considered lasagna, but once
you add ricotta and mozzarella, it adds up. I need to meal plan for
the week. Lemme know.
I want my own mosaic head planter. (Tyd?)
Maybe a planter with both my and Sean's heads. This bizarre finding
was by the Seattle City Light office on 92nd (?) just off Aurora.
There's no explanation for the mosaic planterhead. I'd like to know
who he is and why they made a mosaic planterhead
out of him. It's HUGE!
And remember how I said
Sean's Kia is a Sportage? Then I was wrong, and I said it's a Sephia? I
was wrong again. It's a Spectra. Whatever.
Pour yourself a drink, this is a super-duper long entry
picked up Joe from his ship Tuesday afternoon at Todd's Shipyard on
Harbor Island. I was there with military families, including homemade
signs that said "We missed you Daddy!" and balloons and
flowers. I was depressed. All I could think about was how difficult
the past week had been, with Sean's car taking it's toll on our relationship.
After about one and a half hours, I was finally let onto the boat
to greet Joe and meet some other shipmates. Joe was all "YEAAH!!!
FREEDOM!" and I was all "So my car is parked over here."
On the drive to our house, Joe was telling me stories of his trip,
and I was just saying "uh-huh." I was horrible. This was
after us being apart for almost six months. Joe could tell something
was wrong and I went off and gave him the scoop for about
ten minutes without taking a breath.
we were back at the house, Joe charged up his truck battery (which
took about an hour from my little Honda to his giant truck) and we
waited for Sean to come home. And that's where I got worse. Sean was
so happy to see Joe, it was as if the past few weeks hadn't happened.
He was funny and smiling and joking and I was furious. Instead of
being happy that Sean was happy again, I was thinking "Why can't
he be this way with me?" I tried to keep reminding myself
that he would be just as happy to see me if I had left for
six months, but my emotions got in the way of common sense, and I
was a total jerk. I hardly spoke. For a couple days.
By the time Thursday rolled around, it all hit the fan.
Sean and I had a big
fight that afternoon, when I stood in the living room and yelled at Sean
for being horrible for so long, then being this great, fun guy as soon as
Joe was here. Before I could even get it all out, Sean walked out the door,
and I was left standing in the middle of the living room staring at the
chair that Sean had been sitting in. It just made me so mad that
money problems and arguments over a car could affect us this much. But it
did. And on top of all this, we still had no car, and Sean needed
to return Kraig's car back to Kraig, and he needed to buy a car he could
afford, and I was working part-time therefore we're broke because
of me, and my head was just spinning.
So I went into the bedroom to watch the Apprentice (the last episode).
And at the very moment that Donald's talking to Bill and Kwame, Sean comes
home and walks into the bedroom and says "I need a hug" and as
we're hugging, Donald says "And so, I have to say, You're Hired!"
and I'm in mid-hug craning my neck to watch the TV.
The hug didn't end the fight, that's for sure. I turned off the TV
(somebody tell me what happened after Bill got the job and they talked
to the cast!) and he said "Look. This isn't working. You have
to find a full-time job. It's only fair. It's been too long. You have
to talk to Ray and ask for full-time." But it's awkward, because
I just asked Ray two weeks ago for me to go full-time, and he said
"We'll see" so I don't want to nag him for full-time, I
want him to ask me to work full-time. You know?
Then we give each other this ultimatum that I must find full-time
work now, even if it means getting another part-time job
at the mall or a restaurant, and in exchange, he will ramp up his
efforts to find a new job (he doesn't like his job but he's been there
for two years, which totally puts him in a bad mood, oh, every
night that he gets home from work), and also, he will buy a car
that makes sense (Joe later told me that he spoke to Sean
about this one).
So now it's late Thursday night, and I'm still crying off and on,
even though Sean and I aren't fighting anymore. Joe is at the airport
picking up Jean, and I post my little rant (4-15-04), and pretend
to go to bed.
Later that night I heard Joe & Jean walk in the door, but I was
too depressed to go out and say Hi. I figured I'd just see her tomorrow.
They went out on the back patio to finally have a chance to relax
The original plan was
for Jean to be here when Joe's ship pulled in, then he would get off the
ship in full uniform, get down on his knee, and propose. (Hence Estella's
on 04-13-04) But his ship got in early, so Joe had the ring in his pocket
for whenever. We were thinking about decorating a cake for the party Friday
night that said "Jean will you marry me?" and the dot of the ?
would be the ring. I baked the cake Thursday evening and left it unfrosted,
just in case.
Instead, soon after they sat down, Jean said "You look thin, have you
lost weight?" and Joe said "Yeah, I'm back down to about 150.
Will you still marry me anyway?" (They had been talking of marriage
since, oh, as soon as they hooked up last year). So she said "I don't
see a ring on this finger" (har har) and he says "Will this do?"
Now, before Joe shipped out, Joe said "Is there anything you want me
to get you?" and Jean had asked Joe to find her a pretty opal ring.
So she thought he was giving her an opal ring.
She says she opened it, saw a diamond, and closed it.
"Is this what I think it is?"
And he got on his knee and asked her to marry him. On my patio! And I'm
laying in my bed pretending to be asleep, and I don't hear a thing. Hmpf.
On Friday I worked and planned to bring something up to Ray, somehow, but
Ray rushed out at ten a.m. and was out for the rest of the day. The rant
on my site was getting some very nice feedback from everyone (except for
Cyndi who says she hears I'm a good prostitute, or something... I think
she was trying to make me laugh), and I'm planning a party at my house that
night, even though I'm busy at work all day, and there's no way I can leave
early. I was a stressball. That morning Heather
sent me an e-mail asking me what I recommend from Zao, one of my favorite
restaurants, and I write back with this long reply (suggested appetizers
and everything) and after I hit send, I think, Heather's a foodie. Why would
she ask me what to try at a restaurant? And I know she just left a sympathetic
comment on my site, so hmmmm.....
Sure enough, around noon, Todd's on the phone, and he's looking at me saying
"Yeah, I won't tell her. Are you bringing enough for all of us?"
and I knew Heather was on her way. Sure enough. Heather brought me my favorite
meal from Zao, and left her work to get it for me and bring it to me, leaving
her NO time for her own lunch. I love the internet. I love the friends I've
To make it even more difficult, I go to hug her (I'm not normally a hugger,
but this was a thank you/good-bye) and instead of her giving me one of those
tap-tap cutesy "Okay buh-bye" hugs, it was one of those enveloping,
tight, held hugs that say "If you need to cry, go" and I came
very close to losing it. But I maintained (I totally should have cried because
I know I would've felt better. I'm one of those people that get sick from
holding in my crying too long).
Friday afternoon I got home around six, and was horrified by the state of
my house. I was able to finally greet Jean, then admonish Sean for the house
looking awful (he was watching hockey), then I promptly switched into party
mode. I frosted and decorated the cake, cleaned the kitchen, gave orders
to the others, and by seven, the party began.
Aren't I loving? (photo censored)
Jean & Joe "Cut the F**k"
Joe got the "f**k" piece
Part of the crowd
Sean, Jon, Fernanda, appetizers
Dommi on her perch
Sean & I finally feeling better
These guys played hackeysack around the world
Jean & Jalen
The Chalkboard Wall
had friends from the ship join us. He didn't know (and therefore didn't
tell people) that the party was a potluck, but we still had quite
a few people who brought food. Plus, as with all parties, we are stocked
with beer and wine for the next month (and you guys wonder why we
have so many parties). We also had some non-Coast Guard friends of
Joe's, plus a couple Six Arms friends, plus Heather and Matthew stopped
by towards the end of the night. I think we stayed up until maybe
two. It was nice that Joe & Jean explained how they got together
to Heather & Matthew. It's such an amazing story, and although
it took an hour to tell, his audience was riveted. (Let me just state
here that I want the book rights.)
the end of the night I was wiped out (as you can see). I didn't clean
a single dish. By the time I woke up at 11 the next morning, my head
was pounding like I had a hangover (and I don't drink). Joe and Jean
also slept until about 11.
Sean and I had a big day ahead of us. We had to buy a car.
here she is. I can't believe Sean bought this thing. As a matter of
fact, as soon as Sean sat down to talk to the car dealer, I said "I'm
gonna go - call me if you want me to pick you up" and I left.
I couldn't handle the pressure, and I did not want to influence
his decision in any way. I know I wrote earlier that he was getting
a Sportage, but that just shows you how much I can('t) identify cars.
It's a Sephia. Whatever.
This is the absolute last thing I would ever picture Sean driving.
And the fact that Sean kept saying that this would be a family
car had me running in the opposite direction. It's a manual, with
no A/C and not much pick-up, and lots of room in the back.
Then we left to return Kraig's car.
Sean, the new car, and neighbor Eleanor
Kraig & Kim's kitties
Sean, Kraig, the dogs
can't tell you how lucky we feel that so many people helped us and
offered to help us. We borrowed Kraig's car for weeks, Merideth
offered us her car to borrow, Bonnie
offered to sell us their old car (in payments! She's never even
met me in person!), Maggi offered to sell us her brother's car,
tons of people wrote nice things, and in the end, we had a party and
bought a 2003 Kia. It ain't over, because we now have a new $150 a
month car payment, but really, it's as good a deal as we could hope
for. It has a warranty and gets decent gas mileage, and Sean's insurance
won't go through the roof. I'm just so relieved, although there's
still the full-time job pressure hovering and party dishes
Joe & Jean this morning
to clean up. It's always something, big or small. Jean left this afternoon
to go back to Alaska and pack her stuff. Joe leaves late tonight to
drive down to Sacramento to fill out paperwork for his new house/new
job. Then he picks up his Mom in Vegas, then they drive to Laguna
Beach for a family reunion, then Joe comes up just long enough to
take care of last minute stuff, and then he moves to Sacramento for
good. Jean will join him for the family reunion, then again a few
weeks later when she moves to Sacramento. Whew!
*the explanation for the crude cake?
I don't really have one.
I guess it's just the sort of punishment
Yesterday afternoon after Sean bought his car
you get from being friends
with me. I said to Sean "Maybe I'll put 'Welcome to Hell'" and
he said "No, that's a bit much. Just put 'f**k off' heh heh" (he
was totally joking) and I looked at him like he was crazy, and he said "just
put j/k after it." So I did.
If you read all
of this instead of just skimming the pictures, you're crazy.
A Little Something to Hold You Over
is to me a total summation of all things broken-computery. Imagine meeting
a surgeon after he's operated on your kid: "I don't have any idea what
happened here." "But is he okay?" "Oh, yeah, he's fine.
It was the coolest thing. He was just about to die, but then I put a walnut
in his shoe." "What?" "Yeah, I don't know either, but
it worked. He's outside playing soccer; you can go pick him up."
the word is, old orenthal julius is planning on having a show that is a
take off of Ashton Kutcher's "Punk'd" 'cept that the tag line
after the prank has been played out is "you've been Juiced".
i don't know about you, but if i ever fell prey to a prank masterminded
by OJ Simpson and then had him come springing up out of the shrubbery shouting
at me that I've been "Juiced" i'm gonna be needing a new pair
of grunders right on the spot as mine will undoubtedly be soiled.
Nothing would horrify me more than that particular moment in time.
From Molly: And also?
every time I look at this
baby I want to eat it.
(I couldn't agree more)
Party was last night - we still need to clean up. Sean is presently trying
to finance a 2003 Kia Sportage. I'll keep you all posted.
04-15-04 I'm here,
but my life is sorta imploding right now. Sean absolutely must buy a car
tomorrow, and I absolutely must have a full time job by tomorrow. And tomorrow
night is Joe's party at our house.
I hope to be myself again soon.
Thanks for sticking with me.
And now it's midnight.
So that is all. G'night.
car news yet. Sean's Mom offered to co-sign for a loan, but the bank
would only offer a 3-year loan at $350 a month, which is impossible.
In better news, Joe's ship hauled ass from Hawaii, so he gets here
tomorrow afternoon! We will be playing Settlers again!
Today at JA we welcomed Chris to our crew. Of course this weekend
our server was reconfigured so I was royally confused trying to set
up her e-mail. I hope her first impression of me wasn't that one.
Tonight we had our book club meeting for "Running With Scissors"
by Augusten Burroughs. Highly entertaining. Sean is reading it now.
Next up is The Crimson Petal and the White.
I think I'll put away the laundry that's been in the dryer since yesterday.
(New) Chris, Lauren, Chris, Alison, Marc
weekend got better after I:
• spoke to my both of my parents, and my grandparents
• washed my car
• went to Central Market and saw a bunch of my old Starbucks
• enjoyed another Seattle spring "heat wave" (in the
• made a whole batch of chocolate pudding, for myself
• made FOUR whole mixed CD's of fun summer music
• received so many nice e-mails from concerned readers What didn't help my weekend any:
• Fiddlehead ferns - I've been looking for these for years so
I could try them. $3 for a handful. They kinda tasted like
dirt and.... root. Fiddlesticks.
Queensryche: Where are they now? Well, here's
one of them.
The days are getting longer. And it ain't necessarily the time change.
the mechanic called to say Sean's car would take $2000+ just to be
safe enough to drive, we decided to just have it towed home. I mean,
it's not like we can just leave it at the mechanic's for months. Unfortunately.
(Anyone know how to put a car up on blocks?)
This has put a major crimp in my & Sean's days. It's bad enough
that we have been in a constant struggle just to keep afloat since
2000, it's another to have Bad Things happen to test us further.
The bitch is back
guess the biggest issue is Sean's desire to get a decent car to replace
the Corrado. He had his eye on a 1999 VW Jetta with low mileage at
$10k. It's a good price. Unfortunately, it's not a good price for
us. Therefore many well-meaning friends and family members
have told Sean their opinions, and have recommended he look for a
much cheaper car. While that makes the most sense, it's incredibly
difficult for us to swallow the fact that Sean buying a $10k car is
ridiculous. He's 36 years old and works a full time job. Should it
be so ridiculous to consider a $10k car?
We are so very lucky
that Sean's boss, Kraig, handed over the keys to his car to use as needed.
Without that, Sean would be taking the bus for over an hour to his job at
Southcenter. But the atmosphere in our home has been.... muted. It's kinda
like, If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
It's not like we're mad at each other, it's just that there aren't many
nice things to say.
I was one of the people who expressed a cautious opinion about Sean getting
the Jetta. But then, if you look at the whole picture, I am the reason
why Sean can't afford the Jetta. It's a bit difficult to have an opinion
when I make 1/3 of what he does by working part-time. I am the reason
why we're broke. And no, I don't want to work part-time. And
yes, I have been applying for jobs like crazy. And no, please don't send
me ANY MORE job listings from monster.com or craigslist.org. I appreciate
it, really I do, but I swear my friends have been sending me job listings
for as long as I've known them, and frankly, it's getting pathetic.
How I ended up being a part-time secretary ten years after getting my degree
is beyond me. Too much moving around, too much having fun, I don't know.
There are so many delicate issues in this, it would take all day to type
out. Everyone has a suggestion for us - move out of the house and rent a
cheaper place, move back to Indiana, buy the house, wait tables, write a
book, have babies, apply here, go back to school for this... it's unending.
And everyone means well; I know they do.
But after all of the goals I set for myself so long ago, I swear I'd be
satisfied if Sean and I just had decent full-time jobs (not even cool ones,
not even motivating ones, not even good-paying ones), and could buy this
old house, and could have one or two kids before I go through menopause.
All the other details, I no longer care.
And I think that's what's most upsetting. We've been so desperate for so
long, I don't even aim high anymore. Those kids on that monster.com commercial?
("I wanna be in middle management!" "I wanna be a yes-man!"
"I wanna work long hours for low pay!") That's me.
It's rare that I'm so personal on this site. I pride myself for keeping
this page (personally-) rant-free. So if this entry disappears, you'll know
night we had our neighbors over for dinner. Sylvia lives next door
to us, and Kim and Bruce live across the street from her. We made
our full mexican dinner,
And the poopy cake from the day before? It aged well in a day. It
was fine! I guess it just needed to "set".
I missed West Wing for the third week in a row (I'll have a lot of
catching up to do this summer). Too many social events on Wednesday
Since we have towing insurance, Sean had his car towed to his mechanic
in downtown Seattle - we'll have an estimate tomorrow.
The oven likes to creep higher and higher as we bake, so I had Sean
turn it down about 25 degrees for the last fifteen minutes. Then I
didn't hear the timer go off. Then I put the glaze on too soon (while
it was still too hot) and the glaze slid off.
Leaving me with a burnt cake that's raw on the inside and a pile of
glaze in the center of it.
And yes, I'm eating it. Duh.
Joe called. He's in Hawaii. His
ship docks here in Seattle next Wednesday night.
I love this: "He was caught by a state trooper about two
hours later on I-5 in north Seattle."
Some days you should just stay home. And don't touch anything.
morning started with me spilling cat food all over the kitchen floor.
Instead of sweeping it up and throwing it away, I just left it there
and didn't fill the cat food bowls. The cats figured it out.
While the cats were eating off the floor, I made a smoothie. When
I opened the freezer, a frozen banana fell to the floor just inches
from Dominique, who's skittish already, and she bolted out of the
kitchen. Then I accidentally inhaled part of my smoothie and I choked
and coughed and coughed until my eyes were watering. Then I did it
again twenty seconds later.
When it came time for me to leave work - I couldn't get my car out
of the driveway. Sean's using his boss's car for work now, so Kraig's
car is parked in front of my car, and there's a low wall behind my
car which I can't see in any mirrors. After driving over my front
lawn numerous times, I finally had to wake up Sean to move Kraig's
car so I could drive forward out of my driveway. I felt so stupid.
lunch at work, as I was getting out of my car, a big beautiful bumblebee
flew into my car and I said "No! No no! I'm leaving!" and it flew
directly into my back window, and for some strange reason, it wedged itself
into the crevice between my back window and back "dashboard."
Then it got stuck. In a panic, I grabbed a sheet of paper and tried to "sweep"
it out of the crevice. Instead, I not only
wedged it in there further, but I also swiped it's little legs with a crunch.
I almost cried. It was still making buzzing noises. So then I tried to smash
him with the paper to end the madness, but I couldn't get the wadded-up
paper in the crevice enough, so I just tortured it further. It was hopeless.
I left it in my car, dying.
Once at my desk, I considered getting a pen and going
back down there to try to swipe it out again, but it was already crunched
up pretty bad. I can't tell you how much this pained me.
karmic saving grace came a couple hours later in the form of a Napoleon
Mastiff by the name of Luka. She's a puppy! This guy was
walking his dog and I had just gone out to get supplies for work at
Office Depot. I pulled over and jumped out of the car and said "Can
I please pet your dog?" If only this guy knew just how
badly I needed to pet his dog. He said "Okay, but she's
a puppy" and sure enough, she had the energy and excitement of
a pup even though she's huge. She does that growling purr
when she's thrilled and she rolled over for me to scratch her belly,
and I was given slimy kisses. I wanted to grab her face and take it
with me (and with jowls like hers, I could have gotten to the end
of the block!).
Thanks, Luka. I needed that.
04-05-04 We did our taxes at Kraig & Kim's Saturday
night. I forgot my W-2 and rushed home to get it. When I got back, they
were exclaiming "You got a $1500 refund coming!" and then Kim
said "Okay! Let's see what your taxes do!" and then our
refund was whittled down to $200. (That thudding sound is me banging my
head against the wall.)
We saw Goodbye
Lenin last night. It was good. A bit long, and more of a drama than
a comedy (go figure) but I still enjoyed it.
link 04-02-04 •
Can someone explain to me, in layman's terms, how we have less crime with
the time change? And save energy dollars? I mean, there's still the same
hours of darkness and light, there's still the same number of criminals,
I don't get it. Throw me a bone.
• Baseball season is here again, and so I bid a fond adieu to Jon
and Amy. See you next fall.
• Hockey season is ending and I can celebrate having Sean to myself,
until hockey season starts up again four weeks later. Okay it's not four
weeks but it seems like it. And okay, I don't really have him to myself.
In the meantime he will watch Classic Hockey Moments and Stanley Cup videos.
And even if it happened 12 years ago, he will still yell SCOOOOOORRE! when
there's a goal and I will peel my cats from the ceiling.
• We bought an electric lawn mower 3 years ago and the battery died.
Not like no power, but like DIED. And it's over $100 for the new battery.
You should see our lawn. Okay, no, you shouldn't.
• Joe has all of his stuff
in storage because he goes to Antarctica, you know, and the storage place
called me - his storage was broken into and ransacked. I have to go there
and try to figure out if anything was stolen, so I had Joe compile a list
of valuable items in said storage. Telescope. Drywall tools. Remote control
boats. Boys are SO. CUTE.
So we made this
cake tonight. Took about an hour. It was so sweet, Sean and I
were making toosweet! scrunchy faces and clamoring for glasses
of water. Next time I'll just save myself some time by dumping a box
of powdered sugar into a sauce pan until it melts, then drinking
• Sean's VW Corrado stopped working today. It hasn't had a second
gear in, oh, months, and now we have no idea what's wrong.
The car's clock reset itself to zeros. Have you ever seen
that? Me neither. It's gonna be bad.
04-01-04 And so we begin April.
Yesterday I was on the phone with FedEx and the guy asks my name and I say
"Dayment. Like Payment with a D." And he says "Okay Ms. Paymend..."
and I thought, well, I've been saying that for ten years now, and I guess
it's about time someone makes that mistake.
at Graceland was great, although too late for me these days - they
were the third band out of four performing that night, and I was wiped
It was nice to see all the work that Shane did to Graceland months
ago. I still hadn't seen it. They removed a wall in the front room
(and added these wacky chairs!) and removed a bar in the stage room
and it makes a huge difference. So huge a difference, in fact, that
I felt out of place there, which depressed me. I felt old. And tired.
came over with pizza
and we watched Casino. I can't tell you how many times I've seen that
movie. And that part? Where the guy's head is in a vice? And his eye
pops out of his head? Still foul.