the "Canadian!" game in my car (hear a song and see how
long it takes to guess that it's a Canadian band. I will beat you
in this game.)
Telling the customs
dude what I was bringing up as gifts (a bottle of Absolut, 4 bags
of potato chips, and two boxes of baked goods. For some reason I felt
really stupid saying "baked goods").
The crows eating
the shortbread - one square at a time - it was like an airport runway.
Bird dips down, takes a square, flies up. Repeat times ten. All coming
and going in the same direction.
The eagle attacking
the crow which made about ten crows try to attack the eagle. Right
over our heads. Lemme tell ya - that is a ruckus.
grill on fire. Which I thought was scientifically impossible, considering
what it is supposed to do, but it turns out you can, in fact, set
an actual hibachi grill ON FIRE. And I stood there dumbfounded with
the lid in my hand while Laura runs up with a bottle of water saying
us that she doesn't want to drink because in an hour she has to go
speak to a group of teenagers about following their dreams and then....
ah well what the hell - she is representing herself as a
rock star, after all.
Meeting a Dane,
an Aussie, a Jamaican, and an American (Los Angeles) at Tara's party.
And those were the ones that I knew of.
Sunday that I never called MJ
and wanting to crawl under a rock. I mean, sure, Saturday's party
on the beach was Andrea's party but WHY DIDN'T I CALL MJ?? And I could
have brought him as my date to Tara's party. And he could have met
us for brunch Sunday morning too - we weren't even that far from his
house. I'm a horrible friend.
The blatant hooker
at 2 pm on a sunny Sunday in a lovely suburban area. I think she got
off at the wrong bus stop or something.
The DOGS. Vancouver
was just rated the Second Best City for Dogs in North America after
Chicago. I guess all the times I went to Chicago I never noticed all
the dogs because in Vancouver I SEE DOGS. Walking down 4th you'll
see one dog waiting for their owner every three or four storefronts
at the front door. They are EVERYWHERE.
The Tea Party. "You say that your heart, when it beats it's like
a landslide...." Oh man, that one made me laugh for
like ten minutes. That's the first line of the song. Where I yell
"CANADIAN!" I WIN!
Sean and I baked from
9 pm to midnight, then I woke up early to bake some more. It's like an illness.
And through it all, he's got my back.
I'll post on Flickr
while I'm up there!
05-26-05 Manuel, Chas,
Samantha... Any of you able to do this
for me? It's more the pure white background I'm concerned with. The measurements
have to be absolutely perfect or they won't allow me to use them.
Today's rap song (what is happening to me?) is H
ate It or L ove It by The G
ame. (Right click Save Target As please.) Bonnie
chose me for a meme, regarding five favorite songs right now.
This week, they are:
oodstock" by C rosby, Stills, Nash
and Young (down to number 5 because I've overplayed it for the past month
and it'll be on its way out soon)
ong Train Runnin'" (You know.... Without love, where would
you be now) by the D oobie Brothers (it sounds so
good in my car!)
P ower is On" by The G o
O nly" by Q ueens
of the Stone Age
eave a Clean Camp and a Dead Fire" by J uno
- and I have a specific write-up regarding Juno coming soon.
Those top two are ALWAYS the top two, and the other three are seriously
like just this past few weeks. It depends on what CD's I have in my car
right now. It'll probably change soon since I'll be switching my car CD's
around for the Vancouver drive.
My schedule today is RIDICULOUS. It includes floating checks and baking
four different things tonight. And I just made chocolate chip cookies last
night. After visiting my landlords. Which I can't talk about or I'll cry.
More Flickr pics up. 05-25-05
What It Means A lot of people have asked what the next steps will be in the immigration
process, so I copied an e-mail that I sent to a few people and posted it
The green skirt is done! Pictures forthcoming. Very fun song
by the G orillaz. Will have this up for only a couple
days. Right-click Save As, please.
This weekend I'm helping Andrea
with a party on Jericho
Beach Saturday day and going to Tara's
Housewarming Party Saturday night, and now? I'm also looking at rentals
Somewhere in there I'm also hoping for a family night with the cousins and
Uncle Pete. CELEBRATE!!!
I'M IN! I'M IN I'M IN I'M IN!
Got the passport request from Canada just about twenty minutes ago! Sean
is in a state of shock and I am trying to pass the news out to as many people
as quickly as I can!
We're movin' to Vancouver!
gonna be quick here - I have to leave for work in 12 minutes. And
my skirt is still in the dryer.
Saturday I don't remember very well - I think I slept in then napped
further then read a lot and baked cookies. Not much else.
Sunday I had my sewing class at Stitches to make Sean's moose pajama
pants (almost done - just need to do the drawstring). I was annoyed
because I left half of my necessities at home - including the part
that plugs my sewing machine in. So I had to use the ghetto machine.
(No offense, ghetto machine - your pedal is too sensitive, though.)
the morning meltdown that I posted? We'll start there.
It was dark and cloudy and windy and cold and rainy that day. Go figure.
I put on a tank top under a turtleneck and grabbed a toque on the
I was still mad at Hobbes all the way to work.
The usual gang went across the street for coffee, but I stayed at
the office because I am trying to cut out my daily decaf americano
down to maybe three a week. But after a couple hours I was still strangely
cold - like cold down to the bone, so I decided to go across the street
to Coffee Crew and get a hot americano (I usually get iced - even
in the winter). It was lightly sprinkling when I walked over there,
but suddenly POURING once I was inside the cafe. They offered me an
umbrella that they keep at the cafe for just this reason, and I told
them I would return it at lunch. What you see on the left is me after
returning to work from across the street - with the umbrella. You
can't really tell, but I was soaked pretty much everywhere - including
my face. The wind was whipping the rain all over the place.
About an hour after this picture it was time to take Rita (the office
dog) for a walk, and it looked fairly safe outside (a break in the
rain) so we headed out, only for this bizarre movie rain to start
pouring down as soon as we were a block away from the office. And
I forgot the umbrella that the cafe loaned me (I'm just not used to
having an umbrella - I never owned one in my history in Seattle!).
to say, when Rita and I ran back to the office, we were soaked. And
I was cold. And pissed. And it just seemed like maybe I wasn't meant
to be at work that day. I realized that I at least had to go home
to take a hot shower and change clothes, but as soon as I thought
about the going-home-hot-shower part, all I could think of was crawling
back into my bed and listening to the rain come pouring down.
So that's what I did.
As soon as I got home, Hobbes was quietly waiting for me in the main
entrance (he's usually right at the front door meowing before I even
get to the door). I walked in, sat on the floor, and held my arms
out. He crawled onto my lap and there we sat for a few minutes.
We had a good long talk.
I told him he drove me crazy, but I loved him, and I was responsible for
him. He purred. I then took a hot shower and slept a deep sleep for a couple
hours. Then I woke up and cleaned my house. The floor along my bed has only
a box of Kleenex and the phone. The bar and dining table have a few things
on them, but I also threw away quite a bit.
The next day, Sara and Lauren M from work offered to come over Wednesday
night and help me purge.
So, things are better for now.
Thursday was my mammogram - ugh. I hate those things. I was 45 minutes late
due to the rain and Seattle traffic along Montlake Blvd but thankfully they
still took me. I was seriously stressing, since I would have had to take
time off from work AGAIN to re-schedule the appointment, as they're only
open during office hours (as if no one in the world works? Why
do they do this??).
Friday was Blue C Sushi and Kung Fu Hustle, which I had planned before knowing
that I would be on a $100 budget for the next week (this includes groceries
- I am cashing in our change jar tonight because it's almost gone and it
was supposed to last until NEXT Friday).
More pics from Friday
night (and etc.) on Flickr.
I now present to you... a tater tot.
Because I went on a rampage and cleaned out the stuff along my bedside
(pictured below). Then I scooped out all the stuff that was under
THIS WAS UNDER OUR BED.
Note the layer of cat fur and dust to keep it preserved.
THERE WAS A TATER TOT LIVING UNDER OUR BED.
Hobbes and I have made up (for now) and I took a half-day yesterday
at work - although there was a reason for that. But I'll write more
about that tomorrow.
Just know, for now, that the second I felt this thing under the bed,
brought it up to my face, and concluded that it was, in fact, a tater
tot, you all know that the first thought that ran through my mind
was not "This is so. gross." or "When was the last
time we had tater tots?" but "OH MY GOD I AM SO
GOING TO BLOG THIS."
05-18-05 I'm having a major falling out with my cat. Yeah I know that sounds
silly, but really, it's seriously depressing me. Styro
went through something similar a couple months ago.
Hobbes pees on things. He has psychological issues and pees.
Last night I went directly to my sewing class after work and I didn't get
home until 9. Sean got home from work in the afternoon but didn't pay much
attention to Hobbes and played video games. So Hobbes peed on the bathroom
rug. The bathroom rug that always has a limited number of days until it's
And that's the thing. I have things that I know will get peed on, and I
don't want to live this way.
It makes me realize that no matter how nice of a house I get or no matter
how nice I decorate where I live - no matter how nice I dress or how good
of a job I have - I will always have peed-on stuff. I will have bits of
litter spread all over the floor of my house. I will always have cat pee
and cat shit in a box somewhere in my house.
I came home last night and Sean told me that the brand new giant Costco
detergent fell off of it's shelf and into the open clothes washer - filling
the washer full of soap. He spun most of it out then washed a blanket and
quilt to get rid of the rest. That was an expensive load of laundry. Plus
ARRRRGH now we're out of detergent even though I was smart and
had a back-up!
Then he said "Oh and Hobbes peed on the bathroom rug again."
And I lost it.
Now, who knows when Hobbes actually peed on the rug. I'm sure it was long
ago enough that Hobbes had no idea why I was carrying him to the washer
(where Sean put the rug) and rubbing his face in the cat pee on the rug.
This just caused Hobbes to do his horrible Siamese "Rorrrrorrrrorrrrorrrr
growwwwl" and run under the futon to make those noises some more. As
loud as he can. And when he does this? He can go for HOURS. So I yanked
him out from under the futon (even though he had all four emergency brakes
on) and threw him out on the back patio.
Then I turned off all the lights, and went to bed.
With the kitchen full of dishes and yesterday's crock pot meal.
With boxes of books and shopping bags all over the bar and dining room.
With papers covering the living room table and floor.
Every once in a while I look around and realize that we're living like trash.
And Hobbes yeowled. And yeowled. And yeowled. And HOURS later, Sean let
And Hobbes trotted through the house yelling "ARRRRARRRRARRARRR ARRARRARRRARRRARRR
ARRRRARRROWOOOWWWWW OWWWWWOWWWWOWWWWW" and Sean caught him and put
him in the garage.
Where Hobbes yeowled. And yeowled. And yeowled.
And I'm telling Sean "I HATE HIM I DON'T EVEN WANT HIM ANYMORE."
And Sean's saying "He's a family member we can't do that."
And that's when I said "HE'S A CAT - HE'S AN ANIMAL."
Because really, at some point? You just break. And you suddenly don't have
the patience. And suddenly you just think "I don't need this."
This morning I let Hobbes in from the garage. The second I opened the garage
door, he was yelling at me. And then he came inside and yelled at me. He's
currently under the bed yelling at me. He has unbelievable yelling stamina.
I have KEXP blaring to
drown him out.
I know a lot of you have cats who pee on things. I know this is just part
of making an outdoor (male) animal into an indoor pet. But it's the psychological
part - his yelling at me - that's making me hate him. He just doesn't stop
When I come home from work? It's OWWW OWWWWOWWWWOWWW OWWWWOWWW until I drop
EVERYTHING and squat down and pet him and talk to him for at least a minute.
I want to separate the mail-play the messages-put the groceries in the fridge-go
pee-hang up my coat-kiss my husband- and I CAN'T because there's a cat SCREAMING
at me NON-STOP at my feet. And after 15 years it suddenly exasperates me.
I suddenly can't take it anymore.
Also? Can we step into Litter Land now?
I am tired of bits of litter all over my floor-my socks-my clothes-my bed
sheets. We've tried Feline Pine litter (currently), the stuff made from
newspaper, the clay clumping stuff, the non-clay clumping stuff, the plastic-looking
pearls, the grocery store crap. None of it stays in the litter box - it
all gets tracked on cat paws and onto me. I go through more pairs of socks
than anyone I know because I have to change socks the second before I put
on my shoes and walk out the door or I'm walking with sawdust in my shoes.
Same with crawling into bed - remove socks first or that litter will be
spread throughout the sheets and GROSS it's like sleeping with little bits
of sawdust everywhere. Jalen sleeps in the pants drawer, Dominique in the
sock drawer. Litter. Everywhere. This
stupid thing? The top and bottom don't seal, and since our cats are too
old/lazy to squat when they pee, the pee goes out between the top and bottom
and pools outside of the litterbox.
WE WIPE PEE OFF THE BATHROOM FLOOR DAILY.
Maybe there's a way to build a step to get to the top of this.
This is my ultimate dream, but with a larger box built around it with
an outdoor mat type thing to take the litter off of their paws. Who has
space for a litter center that's like 4-5 feet big??
What about cats that kick
It's not just the litter and the cats causing me Home Distress.
I am just so tired of the clutter. I have piles of stuff everywhere and
I just can't ever find where to put it. So it just lives along the edges
of my house.
This is my house this morning:
Needs vacuuming. Rug used to be black
and white. Sean's chair never pushed in.
Mostly my mess.
Dining room/fish table always covered with stuff
Junk on the bathroom counter
Bar is ALWAYS covered with stuff. It's a Hot Spot.
Boxes that we packed a month ago just sitting there.
Hobbes under our bed.
Extremely angry with me.
Sean found this TV tray in the garage when we moved in. It lives
in our bedroom.
That lampshade has an inch of hair/dust on it.
Piles of stuff by my bedside. Always.
And I HATE this old saggy ripped bed. It's GROSS.
(It's also cat puke alley here)
Piles and piles and piles...
and piles and piles.
readers - help me. I need advice for a litter system without
making my cats into outdoor cats (we live on a busy corner). Owners of psychologically bizarre cats - please tell
me how to deal. Hoarders/OCD/Perfectionist Slobs - tell me how to
get rid of everything so I don't need a four-bedroom house just to
hold my mess. I'm am overwhelmed.
Man, I thought this ranting would help but now I'm just shaky and
I'm going to work now.
link (Do you ever have days where you wish you could just call
in sick so you could ball up and cry for an hour or so? Just to get
it out? That's how I feel. And I'm not even in the right time of my
cycle for this.)
Y'all can rest assured now. (Alternative Title: Now We'll Never Know) The
party has been cancelled. They may just go to a Mariners game instead.
Melissa & Wookie
evening - brought carrots and coconut cream pie (they cancel each
other out) to Knitty Night at Melissa's. Ate WAY TOO MUCH. But I got
some knitting done, so maybe that cancels each other out, too. Yeah.
Probably not. Melissa has four cats, so I actually spent just as much
time with the cats as my knitting.
Saturday I woke up at 8 and did pilates (thank you, thank you). Then
I took a shower and got dressed up for Amy's shower (not super dressy,
but more so than a usual Saturday). Left the house around 10 to meet
the girls for more knitting at Starbucks, but came across
my neighborhood's annual plant sale and ended up studying many plants,
and walked away with five tomato plants that cost fifty cents each!
Went to Starbucks to knit - Check out Meredith's short haircut! I
After that, I went to Office Depot to get more sheet protectors for
Amy's Bridal Shower gift (the binder with printed recipes). Got to
Amy's shower late, but it's just as well, so I didn't dominate the
bridal shower games. It's not fair to the others.
shower was beautiful and she managed to rake in even more merchandise.
She and Jon will have to build a kitchen with an amazing amount of
cupboards and storage.
After Amy's shower, I had a hankering for doing some gardening, as
I had these little tomato plants looking at me from the front seat
of my car, so I went to Lowe's and spent $60 on flowers for the front
flower bed, and veggie plants for the side driveway bed. Pictures
reason I don't have pictures yet is because I ended up doing this
gardening shit for about FIVE HOURS and still have more to go. And
I don't want to show before and during pictures, I want to show before
and LOOK! IT LOOKS BETTER NOW! pictures. I had to dig out all of the
remaining, living hostas from the front flower bed and MAN! They put
up a FIGHT! In the middle of this Sean is making chicken broth from
the rotisserie carcass and on the phone constantly because a remaining
Kinko's manager at his store got in a car accident and can't work.
Did I mention that Kraig is no longer at Kinko's? That leaves two
managers instead of FIVE.
But I digress....
Dawn's Bridal Shower
and I decided to make Leftover-Rotisserie-Chicken and Asparagus Risotto
and spent many hours in the kitchen prepping. Recipe and pictures
forthcoming for that as well.
I'm forgetting something else I did that day, but I'm drawing a blank.
Trust me. I was busy all day and night.
Sunday I also woke up early to do some stuff around the house before
my sewing class at Stitches (pajama pants for Sean), and after class
I went to get Dawn's third installment of her Bridal Shower gift,
which was across from Old Navy.
You see where this is going, right?
Yes. I'm afraid so.
Only $50, but still.
That's $50. But I needed t-shirts! And now I have them! And no! I didn't
need super-short short-short orange shorts with the rainbow belt but now
I have them! Even though they're super short but still make my butt sag.
(Man, you guys, can we PLEASE stop it with the low-riders? When the pockets
start below my butt it's really not flattering - especially since I'm low-waisted
up Amy and we raced to Dawn's Bridal shower in Kent and got lost along
the way - as in three cell phone calls and STILL couldn't find it.
But we weren't the last ones there so we felt better about that. After
Dawn's shower I had my lovely Sean time that we planned ahead for,
which ended up being spent.... BATHING JALEN! Yayy! This time we worked
out a system ahead of time and his white fur is sorta-kinda white
again. And mint soap! Stronger than the coconut soap! Poor guy. He
slept right against my neck last night which was a bit like sleeping
with wet hair, but he purred a lot, so I think he appreciated it.
So in the end, I have a big batch of risotto, a back yard full of
divided hostas in the shade where they belong, a flower bed full of
flowers, another bed full of tomatoes, jalapenos, and cilantro (salsa,
anyone?), a semi-clean cat, a knitting project finished and another
half-way done, two bridal showers down, (OH! I just remembered what
I forgot! While Sean and I were making risotto I was also making a
big batch of homemade tahini
dressing to combine with the Annie's Dressing), and some t-shirts
from Old Navy.
It was a good weekend.