12-23-04 I'm off to Atlanta for Christmas, then Ft. Myers, Florida for
New Years. Sean, unfortunately, is staying here to hold the fort this
I love all of you - each and every one.
(from the cats - I've been trying to get Hobbes to say "Mama"
for 13 years because he gets SO CLOSE - sometimes it's "Mem!"
and I jump up and down and clap and yell "YESSSS!!! MA-MA!
MA-MA! and he stops immediately)
(legally changing my name to "Stace" when I was 14 was
you help me?" or "Do you have a second?" or "Are
you busy?" (work) or just start talking because I'm already
right here (home).
screennames you have:
(leaving blog comments/my last name)
(people referring to me/my site)
(I don't have
IM - which keeps me from growing into my chair)
Three things you like about yourself:
hair lately, just a few inches longer and I'll be happy.
from Lasik (still, knock on wood)
WHO WANTS TO CHALLENGE THAT ONE?
Three things you hate/dislike about yourself:
blood vessel on the tip of my nose (the blood pools so I have a
constant red dot on my nose that you don't see because I spackle
it with makeup AND Photoshop it out of images but it's THERE and
grows each year until I get it lasered for like $200 but who wants
to spend $200 to have someone burn your nose for two seconds? I
could have an entire wardrobe from Old Navy and Target for $200.)
To say I remember everything is not enough to justify JUST EVERYTHING.
It goes WAAAAYYYY back, too. What people were wearing, certain songs,
what was on TV at the time, who said what and the EXACT VERBIAGE.
It's trippy. I just don't believe that a human was meant to retain
SO MUCH without holding even an INKLING of math or driving directions
or SOMETHING USEFUL. Friends' phone numbers? Remember them since
GRADE SCHOOL. The songs "Private Dancer" by Tina Turner?
Girl is Mine" by Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson? STILL
THERE. Julie's ex-boyfriend sitting in the kitchen, Nancy fighting
with Grandma, those teeny strawberry earrings I got for Christmas
in 1980 in San Diego - WHY? None of these things are necessary unless
you include Sean and I getting in a fight and I can pull out one
of his quotes from 1991 and he gets this frightened look on his
face like "WHY? Why does
she remember that?!?"
parts of your heritage:
(I should really look
into this one)
Three things that scare you:
particularly arson (once is all it takes for it to screw you up
for life - trust me on this one)
Having no plans
and nothing to do
Three of your everyday essentials:
the red dot on my nose!
hair (it's SO TOTALLY OBVIOUS when I don't wash my hair even one
every day.... um.... sleep. Shaving. Body Shop Mango Body Butter.
things you are wearing right now:
turtleneck from Kolja and Alexandra that I wear A LOT.
Grey Old Navy
slacks that aren't tight anymore! And the new Old Navy hipster
briefs! I love them!
Hair wax on
my bangs (this is a new thing) for The New Swoop.
of your favorite bands/artists (at the moment):
Not much going on here with that. Lately I'm listening to Classic
Rock and having a "phase" although I'm enjoying the few
Gerry Rafferty songs that we downloaded (Sean! Open that CD!). I
am one of the few
people that isn't going CRAZY for Arcade Fire. In concert? Great.
On CD? "Neighborhood # 3" only.
Dear World - I have heard "Vertigo" by U2 enough times
to last me a lifetime, and I really mean that. Thank you. ("Hello
Helloooooo.... Hola!" duh!)
Three things you want to try in the next 12 months:
up (you heard it here first)
things you want in a relationship (love is a given):
truths and a lie (random order):
I was born
with jet black hair
name is "Sean"
Three physical things about the opposite (or same) sex that appeals to
things you just can't do:
reggae music (I've TRIED, OH how I've tried)
(I've TRIED, OH how I've tried)
although I think that's getting better as I get older. (Yet I'm
STILL not patient with Reggae music. Or pot. Or pot smokers. I'm
scarred for life.)
Three of your favorite hobbies:
with people/dinner nights
things you want to do really badly right now:
a boiling hot bath (MAN I'm cold today)
Go to So Much
Yarn and use the credit from Mom to get knitting stuff for my trip.
Lay in bed
with Sean with my head in his lap while he pets my hair. I miss
that. Our schedules don't coincide very well this past month (his
holiday schedule) and there's no hockey so less time just laying
in bed (our TV is in our bedroom). NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE HELP ME
careers you're considering:
own yarn shop/cafe including some other co-ideas that Sean &
I have for it
knitty/crafty things and calling the store "Tight Knit"
Being a Mom
and housewife (I already have my little white ruffley apron and
garter-belt outfit in my head - because that IS what you housewives
and Mom's wear, right?!)
Three places you want to go on vacation:
else my family is
Three kids names:
(NO WAY am I telling
you my girl's names because you will make enough fun of these names)
Can someone tell me how someone who works in graphics, printing, marketing,
and/or media can't figure out how to transfer graphics via e-mail? We've
had people tell us that the jpg's are too big - so can we try e-mailing
them as tiffs instead? Or, how about you put them all into one multi-page
pdf? How is it that someone IN MEDIA can't receive my 343 KB image via
e-mail because their mailbox is full? And they e-mail me and say "my
mailbox is empty!" And I have to inform them that any opened files in
their mailbox COUNT AS FILES? How did these people get their jobs? And
don't tell me that they have a degree, because I HAVE ONE TOO and I'm
still making the equivalent of a supervisor at Subway. I am tired of
holding the hands of the major players while they call me and say "I
need those files!" and I say "I know! Delete the old attachments in
your inbox!" and they have NO IDEA what I'm talking about. If you want
to do something really smart, like receive a file via e-mail, take the
time to learn about the big machine in front of you instead of bitching
at your secretary because you don't have any skills beyond AOL.
OMG BABY This is Jacob - son of Joseph and Kathryn. Joseph is a contractor
via JA and
Kathryn makes ridiculously good cookies.
The second Jacob and I laid eyes on each other, I had a hormonal spike and
released an egg right there on the spot.
Office Depot: Fun With Packaging Whenever we order Office Depot supplies online, it's a pleasure
to see how they've packed things up. I can't imagine what the Pack &
Ship Department is smoking. We once got an empty plastic garbage can which
fit perfectly into the cardboard box which they packed it into and taped
up. Same for a completely empty recycling crate - boxed up and taped. Sometimes
it'll be a really big box full of packing peanuts and like two ink cartridges.
So I took pictures today to document what fun I have opening Office Depot
Tons o' packaging - one wrapped something
It's just dish soap - in that whole box
Fragile paper towels also get their own box
All of this packaging for a few things
Three big boxes,
multitudes of packing supplies and tape for: envelopes, ink cartridges,
post-its, dish soap, sponges, and paper towels. It's like Christmas! But
just the unwrapping part.
Me & Pat
like I said, Henry Hanks. See? See why I took a nap for this? Plus
it was a Juno reunion of sorts with all but Arlie in attendance (Henry
Hanks is Pat and Chris from Automaton and Jason and Greg from Juno).
Gabe (also of Juno) and his wife Jen were there to cheer them on,
and James of Automaton also performed with his new band. The place
was swarming with talent.
While parking in front of the Rendezvous, I noticed a little blonde
chick trying to get out of her parallel parking space, and saw two
men outside of her Jeep Cherokee directing her. It made me giggle.
As soon as I got there and sat down with Pat to watch James' new band,
someone comes into the theater and tells Pat that someone hit his
car, which was parked directly across the street from the club.
And then comedy ensued.
It was that girl - she backed into Pat's Jetta. Twice. With
two people directing her.
We walk across the street and suddenly this DUDE. Oh MAN this DUDE.
He starts yelling craziness.
about this being Pat's fault because he parked too close behind her
Jeep (he didn't). And also that he's on some sort of killing spree
due to all the meth he's taken (okay, he didn't say that part outloud).
So while DUDE is going off on Pat in his face, Pat's using his calmest
psychotherapist voice saying "It's cool, man, we just need to
exchange some information" and then! THEN! The blonde chick jumps
out of her Jeep and yells "Maybe YOU hit ME! Yeah! YOU HIT ME!"
And I'm looking around for the hidden cameras.
So, long story short, DUDE is actually known on the street as "Boffa"
or "Buffa" or something. He grabbed Pat's neck, someone
else's neck, and hit some guy who walked up
to try to talk him down
(not so much luck there). The club has already called 911 so all we can
do is wait for this dude to punch some more people and I'm taking pictures.
Yeah, that's right, I was taking pictures. Of her license plate, Pat's car,
and Buffa, who said "You're taking pictures? Take a picture of THIS!"
and flipped me off. To which I snapped my camera (unfortunately it didn't
turn out - I was harried). Then he went back to threatening Pat telling
him "Just GET OUT OF HERE. GET OUT OF HERE" and finally Pat's
like well, whatever, I'll park around the corner so this guy doesn't implode
in the middle of the street. So he goes to move his car for absolutely no
reason, and SOME OTHER CHICK decides that this is FUN and jumps in front
of Pat's car and puts her hands on her knees and sticks out her rear end,
right in front of Pat's car, so he can't move. (Later, when talking to the
cops, we mentioned this, and how she knew all involved, and suddenly she
knew nothing about anyone, nor their names, and claimed that she was "just
trying to talk to the blonde chick to tell her to calm down" and I
said "By sticking your ass out?" and she said "I was just
talking" which made no sense.)
Two cop cars and three or four police officers later, blonde driver is getting
a DUI, Boffa has disappeared into the night, other chick claims to know
nothing, and Pat's show is set to begin.
Pat & Chris
Gabe & Jen
The show was fabulous.
People were yelling "encore" and Pat said "That's all the
songs we have!" It was so great to see those guys performing again.
Stay tuned for Office Depot: Fun With Packaging, OMG
BABY, and The Bonfire of the Bundts. Coming soon
to Daymented.com. When I have a spare thirteen minutes.
• link 12-15-04 I have LISTS of stuff to put on my site, but no time to do any
of it. I will try tonight in the middle of baking phase two (local).
In the meantime, I have this page from yesterday of our Johnston
Architects Christmas lunch.
I know I know I know! I'm working on it right now.
But then I'm leaving because, well.... what would be the world's most
perfect band for you?
My answer would be a mix of Juno and Automaton combined.
Tonight at the Rendezvous. I'm vibrating.
(They're called "Henry Hanks") 20 minutes later UPDATE!
Who rocks the party that rocks the party party party?
I finished the White Elephant Party pages! WHEW!
If any stuff looks out of order, that's because it IS.
And I'm okay with that.
So I now present to you: Our Second White Elephant
Oooooh Henry Hanks! Gotta go!
Freaky Thursday Dude
in Ohio runs onstage, kills Dime from Pantera, I freak out and e-mail
Lee, and go to bed before eleven for the first time in almost two
weeks. ("I will not hit snooze for an hour. I will not hit snooze for
Then around 3 a.m. I wake up to the horrific sound of cars crashing in the
intersection in front of our house (this happens quite often actually) but
then I hear Sean run out the door (he had just gotten home since he was
stuck working late) because he sees that it was a COP CAR that was hit by
the SUSPECT they were chasing.
A CAR CHASE. IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE. So the other cop car goes shredding after
the suspect (he just took off of course) and Sean checks on the cop to make
sure he's okay. Sean also thought to go back inside and get my camera, because
he is the Spouse of a Blogger, but then realized that he would feel like
a total knob taking pictures of the cops and the wrecked cop car, so he
decides to leave the flash off, and we end up with genius shots such as
the one below left. Can you see? The scene just burns in your mind now,
Avert your eyes
Rubbish the next morning
Then I get up for work
with a headache - probably because I woke up to the sound of a car crash
a few hours earlier, and can you guess it? I'm totally late for work. Arriving
at work, I see a car crash and ambulance in front of the cafe that we always
walk to in the morning. And I'm late, so I'm looking at the crowd of people
to see if it's any of my JA
homies (it wasn't). So I walk in and I'm all "Whew! It wasn't us!"
Then the fire alarm in our building starts blaring.
was SO EXCITING for Rita. The noise! People running out of the office!
An early walk! Firefighters in big uniforms! Going to the cafe! We
had to pass the time for the firefighters to verify that there was
no fire, so we all headed across the street, had some coffees, and
read the paper. I looked for a story about the car crash on my street,
but didn't find it. Although I did find this,
which tickled me pink. (Once this goes into the archives, you'll have
to register, so if you're reading this later - sorry.)
Later I went to Tara's site and read this.
I'm telling ya - what a weird 24 hours.
There's some other news too - it's freaky but also bad.
My immigration application was returned to me.
Turns out I didn't swear
that I had no kids on page 57 of 94. Or whatever. All the other sections
(for my parents, then for my siblings) on that particular page didn't require
a signature - but the part about children's information? If you leave it
blank then you have to sign at the bottom of it saying "I attest to
the best of my knowledge that I have no children. I swear, okay?"
or whatever and since I have NO KIDS I just skipped that section. Resulting
in my ENTIRE APPLICATION being mailed back from Mississauga on Nov. 24,
and my finally receiving it on Dec. 8. Cuz you know they ain't exactly overnighting
So there's some time lost.
And yes. I'm very frustrated.
There is some hope - there were stamps and such throughout the application,
and a sticker to affix to it with someone's initials on it, so it looks
like some work has been done, and someone has been assigned to my case,
and the application is "in progress". We'll just have to see how
long it takes starting now (Sean FedExed it back today).
A couple things for you:
While I was waiting for my doctor (had my annual physical today) I read
article in Wired Magazine about Jewish Orthodox Appliance hacking -
basically making electrical/computerized accessories hackable so they're
kosher for Sabbath. Fascinating.
And also I leave you tonight with a wonderful clip of "Who's
Line is it Anyway" with Richard Simmons (bad link? Try this
which actually made me laugh outloud. It's so nice that he can finally be
*so* out of the closet. (Thanks, Shnewt.
Drop it like it's hot. Fo shizzle.)
Mere hours after telling
my Mom that we wouldn't get any more fish until after the move to Vancouver
(because who wants to have even more fish to drive in a cooler for a few
hours?!), Sean looks at the tank and says "We need more fish"
and I'm grabbing my coat. There's just such a great feeling when you scoop
these baby fishletts from an overcrowded underhappy store tank and set them
free into the big world that you created, and they do their little swim-around-and-sniff-each-others-butt-swim,
although it's nothing like that but you know what I mean, and you watch
all smugly like you are the coolest fish tank owner ever because you gave
them this kingdom.
Plus, just like puppies or kittens, they have baby fish bodies with big
ole baby fish eyes, so they're just so... I'm cute and stupid!
We got three new pink guys and four new teeny tetras who will hopefully
hang out with the three remaining tetras circa 1999.
morning was a Clothes Swap, and can you say Genius?
Setup: a slew of women meet at someone's house and bring all the clothing,
accessories, coats, etc. that they don't want anymore. Each item is
distributed to the proper room.
Then, at the same time, we all dive. You would have loved to be the
next door neighbor to this house. Twenty women running around in their
underwear, going room to room, for about an hour.
Then, with our new bags full of "new" clothes, we fill up
our plates o'potluck, sit in a circle, and talk about the clothes
we got. GENTLEMEN! ARE YOU WITH ME? THIS IS GOOD TIMES! for us
girls came over to be girlie Sunday afternoon - we stitched; we bitched.
We're ramping up on our projects since we're all in a bit of a mid-December
how-many-projects-did-I-start? panic. And you see I started this sweater
and I'm on the sleeves, right? And it requires counting, see? And
increasing two stitches per every four rows, then after four times
then it's every eight rows, and pass the cheese and crackers please.
Uncle Tim & Aunt Julie arrived from Vancouver that afternoon and
unfortunately the weather didn't provide an opportunity for them to
really check out the city - it was dark and rainy and visibility was
Soon after I had Tim in the house I had him repairing the Kirby vacuum
it was the floovenator not touching the hoosegows. Or something. It
We've been going out when we can (after I'm off work). Tonight was
University Village (Julie bought me a skirt at Anthropologie!) and
tomorrow is Bick's Broadview Grill and the Seattle Central Library.
They leave Wednesday morning, which sucks, but I'll see them again
in Florida for New Years.
I can't wait for Christmas vacation!
It's been so COLD lately! I kinda want it to go ahead and snow if
it's gonna be this cold, but then I'd go "Ooooh!" for a
few minutes and then I'd just be annoyed for the next two days. I
know how I am.
1984 - the super short version
years ago today, I was pretty screwed up. I made some bad decisions.
I was fourteen.
A couple years after Mom divorced Dad, she decided to leave Las Vegas
and return to Indiana University and get her PhD in Psychology. And
she, of course, decided to take me with her.
And I didn't take it very well.
So I did what every 14-year-old would have done. I made her life a
I shaved the sides of my head (soon after this picture was taken),
hung out with the punk crowd, dressed like trash (I wore
trash), pierced my ears all over the place, you know, basic 14-year-old
rebellion. But then one Friday night Tim and Tom Welch were having
a party (Mike Whybark
may have been there), so I went there and didn't tell her. And I didn't
come home all weekend.
And by the time I did come home, my room was packed, and
Mom said I could call my Dad to tell him I'd be moving back to Vegas.
The next day I was out
of there. It went really fast. Mom and I were at the airport waiting for
me to board my plane, and she told me to call her if I ever needed anything,
and gave me some other motherly advice, and then I got on the plane.
And I put my stuff away and settled into my plane seat and for some reason
I looked at my ticket - and saw that it was December 3rd.
My Mom's birthday was THAT DAY. And I didn't know it until then.
She was turning the same age that I am now.
I knitted her a scarf this year.
Happy Birthday Mom. I'm so sorry.
• link 12-01-04 This
is about all I've got for ya.
I've been knitting at night in front of the TV. I went to Heather's
tonight and she whipped up a wicked stir-fry and we watched the movie The
Rage in Placid Lake (very cute).
Uncle Tim and Aunt Julie stopped by my work on their way to Vancouver BC
(they are here for business for Culver
Duck). They come back down to Seattle on Sunday - the same afternoon
that I'm hosting a raging Stitch & Bitch get-together.
I'm sorry I don't have pictures and stories of parties and gigs, but it'll
come soon enough I'm sure.