tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157675572011-07-07T17:42:12.613-07:00I'm an intense, hyperactive woman with an imagination in overdrive who loves her Husby, her two Wonder Wieners, and her emerging career as an author and photographer.SuperFunHappyChickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10460005467294009787noreply@blogger.comBlogger2301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15767557.post-12342235974864016252009-07-08T21:15:00.000-07:002009-07-08T21:16:50.077-07:00

Get Your Cyborg Name

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"Lavender and Rosemary are the new Lilac and Sage," said the marketing consultant."What, pray tell, is the new 'shit'?" replied Margo.There was a moment's silence as the marketing consultant bowed her head. "I can see that this is a waste of both my time and yours," she finally said as she gathered her notes and stuck them roughly into her folio. "Please, hesitate to call me, should you need

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I have higher priorities in my life right now: working full-time to pay down debt and save for a house; taking care of myself and my little family; exercising, cooking, and eating right. The photography will come when the time is right.

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A friend has gently encouraged me to post a photograph a day. An admirable goal for 2009 is to do just this, 365. I'll start today.

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Praise be. Yes, we can. Hope kicks fear's ass. I cannot even begin to describe the depth and breadth of my current elated emotional state. I've spent the last two days cycling around West Seattle on my Victory Bike. We've always voted by absentee ballot, and this year, in lieu of going to the polls, I felt I had to participate publicly in some way in this momentous event. Of all the waves, cheers

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The Goofball, leaving for a motorcycle trip to Oregon.

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Looking for furry loved ones? This coming Saturday, June 21st, the King County Animal Shelter is hosting a super-big, hot, event to adopt dogs and cats of all kinds. From 10 am to 4 pm at 21615 64th Ave. S. in Kent! Come one, come all, go home with more! More love, more adoration, more happiness in the world.

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Not traveling, like this tractor.

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A psychic once told me that a white bear and a black swan are my totem animals. She also said that some spirit animals will come and go at times during your life, as needed, to guide you. Lately, a little seahorse has appeared to me in signs and dreams. I know, it sounds woo-woo, but that doesn't mean it's not true.I need to get a copy of "Nobody Cares What You Had for Lunch" a book with a

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What a day. I started the morning at Tumalo Falls in Bend, then made my way to Ashland along high mountain roads, past stunning glacial lakes. I ate my lunch at Lake Crescent. As the only soul there, I took the opportunity to skinny dip and sunbathe naked in nature. I adore being naked in nature and don't get to do it near enough.

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The mountains were all out yesterday, as I traveled from Seattle to Portland, making my way toward Southern and Central Oregon.Have to mention the day's funny: a Colon Hydrotherapy clinic in a historic building called The Rectory. HAH!

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But must post a quick pic. Oh, so adorable!

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Yesterday, I took advantage of a temporary cessation of precipitation to take the kids (dogs) on a perambulation, received with much adulation.

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In the second installment of the I-kid-you-not category, as spotted in Corvallis, Oregon: a big white truck, driven by a tiny man. On the back of the truck in all capital letters, "PENETRATIONS" and in smaller letters underneath, "Concrete Cutting." Didn't get the chance to meet him to find out if he's just an idiot, or if he has a great sense of humor. I'm voting for the latter, but then again,

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Forget the leaf blower, get a flame thrower. I kid you not, today I saw a park employee carrying around a propane tank attached to a torch, using it to burn the grass off the sidewalk in Alton Baker Park in Eugene, Oregon. Eugene is getting all gussied up because, in a month, they are hosting the Olympic Trials for track and field. Today I had a treat from Sweetlife Patisserie: a peanut butter

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Right now, I need more of three things: hope, sleep, and money.In the last 14 days, I've essentially completed three chapters of the book. Trying to keep up this pace, however, feels like it will kill me.

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Yesterday, the Oregon Coast unleashed a deluge of biblical proportions. In brief moments when the weather cleared, I caught quick glimpses of natural wonders: Elk grazing on the headlands, the water spouts of a whale, sea lions bobbing in the surf, the startling beauty of Humbug Mountain, and the endless horizon over the Pacific Ocean. Each encounter felt rarefied because they were so fleeting.

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If you b.y.o. bedsheet, which we did to avoid the whole dog hair/lint roller scenario, you must tuck it in somehow, or else, during the course of an hour of sleeping, it will ensnare you in an evil net of 100% cotton, so that when the alarm goes off at midnight, because you reset the blinking clock when you came into the room but didn't check the alarm setting, you will not almost fall out of bed

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Back to the Oregon Coast, hopefully Newport all the way down to the California border this week. Brought Cooper and Isis with me this time. We'll see how that goes. We have a very fat dachshund staying in the room next to us. Twice as wide as Cooper, same length.Yes, I ate one. Yes, I put ketchup and mustard on it. Yes, I shared a couple of bites with the hound dogs. Of course it gave me

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Passed by Dismal Nitch on the way back home from Astoria yesterday. Sounds like a place Jack Sparrow would be stranded in. So, I've noticed that piracy is popular on the coast these days. I wonder why, Captain Depp. I'm going to put my intention out loud to the universe right now, that every week working on the books will be as productive and successful as this one, and that I will find a way to

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In the past two days, I've been rained on, snowed on, sprinkled on, hailed on, spritzed on, and blown around, and in between, the sun has come out to shine briefly a couple of times. Wild "shoulder season" weather. I've also had the gastronomic adventures of thinking I was ordering chicken and artichoke salad, only to find out it was chickpea and artichoke salad to the opposite spectrum of

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Pics O' the DayI really, really wanted to hike the Drift Creek Falls Trail, in the Hebo Ranger District, near Lincoln City, Oregon today. I tried twice. The first time, the rain came down so hard, I couldn't see the twisty, curvy road. Then, it looked like it was clearing, so into the forest and up the mountain I drove again, until I encountered an inch of non-melting, standing hail on the road.

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Oh, I'd been wanting to go to the snow for weeks and weeks, and yesterday, we finally got around to doing it. Had to stop at Outdoor and More for some cheap waterproof pants first (in Vitamin-B Pee Yellow, no less) for $9. I insisted on going all the way up to the Mountain Loop Highway, because, well, because I have my reasons. We found these cool snow caves, likely made by the boy scouts who

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Perhaps not the best dog mother am I,but it is not for a lack of try-(ing)It simply did not occur to meThat a dog would be attracted to a bag of pea(s)So, could you tell me please,What happens when a 12-pound dog eats a 1-pound bag of peas?Green Pea PoopLoop after loop of green pea poop.No, they didn't pee green soup,but they certainly did poop green poop.(Fortunately for your sakes, I did not

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Part Three: Whatever is Left

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Part Two: The Snow Series

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I took a series of photos to send as holiday cards this year. Here, in three parts over the next three days are my favorites.Part One: The Close-Up Series

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Printed on a soggy piece of torn cardboard, abandoned by the side of the highway:NATIVEVETANYTHING

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Is a good day. These are all from my garden and trees! We'll be making plum jam this weekend.

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I just don't feel like blogging anymore.

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The mini-blinds are precisely aligned, opened enough so that we can see the sky from the angle of the bed, but not enough so that people can see into our bedroom facing the street. The reflection from them creates a picket fence of sunlight on the ceiling. A gentle breeze from the open window tries to push the door closed, succeeding only in tapping it against the latch. A bird sings earnestly

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Please send reinforcements.If you count the lentils and rice and oyster crackers in jars that have been in the cupboard for, oh, eons, we have enough food to last about a week. If you count the unspent balance on the Visa, we have enough money to pay gas and bills for about the same. Meanwhile, I'm going here for a week of R&R. Contradictory you say? Nonsense.

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Protective gear worn when mowing the lawn, to avoid allergens and hearing loss. Forgive me, Mother Earth, for I am currently using a poison-spewing gas-powered mulching lawn mower, and, no, I don't leave the clippings.

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It is time to put down for myself what I really want and need, to clarify to the universe and put the right energy out there. What I want is to win the jackpot millions in the lottery at the next drawing. OK, that said, I'll lay out some more realistic needs and wants. I want and need a new job that meets the following criteria: Is part-time (20-25 hours per week), allowing me to work days on

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While you're waiting for me to decide what to do with my new url, there is one already out there you can look up People Not Profit. Mine's with an "s".

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Yet another one of "my" rosebushes has produced its first flower of the season. Husby and I have been putting a tremendous amount of effort into the yard this year. I even planted a veggie garden of my own for the first time ever. Tomatoes, peppers, onions, strawberries, and lettuces are growing nicely in the back corner by the fence. There are many times when I have trouble putting so much love

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Life from the outside looking in. At night, when coming home from work, all I can see are puppy head silhouettes. Remember those black paper silhouette portraits that were popular in the 70s? Yeah, like that. My Mom still has ours hanging in the hallway.

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I love the hopefulness of this photo, taken this morning. The first rose has bloomed on our bush, and there are dozens to come. Sure, there are a few bugagoos to be worked out (look closely for white aphids), but aren't there always? The background (the past) has been dark, but even there, rays of hope shone through.

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A photo from the Munich botanical gardens. Here's how you know you love where you live: you go all the way across the world, and the first thing you seek out are things that remind you of home, like this Rhody.I am happy today. My husband comes home from New York, and we will have quality time together, a chance to talk and walk and work out some of the frustrations that have been plagueing me

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I expect boys to be excited by this big equipment. What I didn't realize is what a big kick I would get out of it. Hopefully, my husband will get permission to post the digger ballet online, and soon I'll be able to link you to a 10-minute show featuring six diggers and some talented electronic violin/viola/piano/cello women from Britian doing a choreographed routine showing off the capabilities

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Where in the world is Valerie?Photo courtesy of Husby. Yes, this may come as a shock to some of you reading this, but Valerie has left the building. She's left the city, the state, the country, the continent. Here's a super quick recap of how it went down. Husby called, saying that his company wanted him to stay in Germany until the middle of May. They renewed their offer to fly me out to stay

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"And that's why I love you, so don't be afraid to let them show..."

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That's what my Mom called it, when I would feel sorry for myself, especially and usually when she didn't feel it was warranted. Feelings were generally discouraged in our house, and in her house before us, and so on, down a long line of uptight, do-right, soldier-through Scandanavians and Puritan Europeans. As an adult free to do as I please, I typically alternate between the extremes of being

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I try not to watch the news. I really do. But I caught a few minutes last night after watching American Idol, and then getting caught up in Medium. Gas prices are rising again, up to $4 a gallon in San Francisco, and the reporter stated that President Bush says we, as Americans, are to blame for our excessive oil consumption. When oil companies are making staggering profits; when our leaders have

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"Hi, my name is Jim Foreman, and I am broadcasting to you now from some dark, god-forsaken street corner in the middle of the night for no apparent reason other than something live happened here long enough ago to no longer be live and the station is desperate for something relevant or at least a way to justify buying that big ugly white van with the tower on top. Who did I fuck to get treated

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According to my friend Janeen, I need to blog more. According to the this website (click Game), I am a beagle. Which is more true?

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Who did such a fabulous job cutting my hair today! Click here for more pup photos. Coop 'n' Isis say, Hey Barney, wish we'd got to know ya'.

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I just noticed that somehow, at some point, my age in my Complete Profile was entered incorrectly, and I am now listed there as being 250 years old, born in 1756. Really wierd, but cool. I think I'm going to leave it. Perhaps that was an earlier birth of another me, prior to this reincarnation. Hmmmm.My spirit was definitely reincarnated in this body on Saturday, when I went to the book release

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This Valentine's Day was one of the best days of my life. It included my favorite things--chocolate, writing, photography, sex, food (in order received, not necessarily order of preference). I got up, and my first appointment was with a chiropractor, who gave me a fabulous adjustment and made my neck feel really good. Then I met a girlfriend, who treated me to a pedicure and nail buff and a light

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ADDED LATER: The day I dreamed this, a man Husby knew in the motorcycle community died riding his bike. He was leading a group of riders to give blood for another man who had recently had what they call "a bad getoff." A woman in a car missed a stop sign, and turned in front of him. When Husby broke a throttle cable in the desert, this guy came and towed him 60-miles or so, fixed Husby's bike,

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I'm doing well, thank you. And you?

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Sometimes there is a thin film separating me from normalcy. Perhaps it has something to do with string theory, and one of my nanofilaments is out of tune, thrumming in discord to the rest of my universe. At present, I know it has much to do with my mate being out of town, unexpectedly. His grandfather's health is failing fast, and his family made the emergency decision to move him from a

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I began work on a novel today.That's all I have to say about that.

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Love it, Love it, Love it! Totally brings out the little kid in me. Hubby's home, working at the kitchen table, dogs are in sweaters under blankets on the couch. Doesn't matter that the power lines are hanging dangerously low, that Cooper the Sooper Pooper leaves his turds just inside the dog door, that my cold is lingering with snot globs large enough to hawk up in a pan and fry sunnyside up for

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Pretend that's a picture of a poppy, and I'm sitting in an opium den.Okay. So. The drug bust. The dogs and I are sitting, minding our own business, on the couch. I'm reading a book. They're snuggling. Suddenly, but without noise, our living room is flooded with a blazing spotlight, even though the mini-blinds are drawn. Then, the red and blue lights start flashing. No sirens, no warning. I get up

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You may be tired of seeing pictures of leaves and flowers from me, but I just don't feel like a post is complete anymore without a pic. Yesterday was a totally wierd day. I woke up about 2:30 in the morning with a dry, tickly sensation in my throat, you know the one, that forebodes the coming of a cold. Woke up again at 3:45 am to take my hubby to the airport for a biz trip to Orlando, FLA (the

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Four vacation days together (Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday).Three cinema movies (Night at the Museum, Apocalypto, The Good Shepherd).Two doggies walking.One Christmas Day.

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Welcome to the Natural New Year, ushered in at the dawn of days that will be getting longer from here on out. I gave a ride to a crazy lady the other day. A woman was standing in the middle of the road, in front of a bus with its hazards on. At first, I thought she was ranting at the passing traffic, in a general crazy sense, shaking her fist and shouting. As I watched a moment, it became clear

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We're sitting in Cafe Verite, and to tell you the truth, it's been a little over the top lately, living here in the wild and woolly Pacific Northwest. November broke the records for wettest month on record since 1898; then Seattle broke the record for the deepest freeze early in the season, and as you may have heard, after hurricane-force winds, we are now going on 48 hours without power in our

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...my breasts are "milky-white perfection carved out of solid organic marshmellow." Just thought you ought to know.

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Hey, don't blame me. I was simply making sure nothing went to waste. Yes, friends, the official SFHC Party Season has begun with the making of what the Husby now calls ValNog, my family's from scratch, raw egg, highly flammable seasonal beverage. This particular batch, one of several we will either make or outsource this month, was for his company holiday party. He elected himself official party

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I believe in organic, non-GMO food, and in using canvas bags every time you go to the grocery store. We endeavor to use all-natural, non-toxic products in our home, from laundry detergent to hair care and makeup. We own one car for our family, a Toyota Prius, and if it existed, my idea of a perfect car would be a BioDiesel-Hybrid Subaru Forester. Better yet, I plan on purchasing an electric

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Huh? Did I? Did I? I wanna' know if I won anything from the list of random prizes for blogging everyday. That's merely one of the many thoughts running through my head at this moment. Another is reflecting on what looked like some Jehovah's Witnesses boys wandering the neighborhood this morning. I was sitting on the couch in a flimsy black cotton robe that barely clears my thighs. I wanted to

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As I cross the NaBloPoMo finish line, here is another husby photo. He recently participated in a pinewood derby at a local bar in Georgetown. His car is truly vintage, made when he was 9 years old in 1976.I'm happy to have accomplished this little goal of a post and a pic a day. It feels good and I hope will lead to other, larger objectives. Next: 500 words a day writing on my own stories. After

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It was someone who suffered under the elements--as we Western Washingtonians have this month--who developed this expression. Staggering rain, power snows, wind, freezing temperatures; it has been a bitter November. Husby and I put plastic sheeting insulation on our windows today. Our family used to do this in Denver all the time, but this is the first year (of twelve) that we've done it in

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Snowy photo, as promised. Mt. Baker, baby. Please ignore the smudges in the corners. This was before I spent $80 for supplies to clean the sensitive sensor in my expensive camera, which consisted of a bottle of some type of solution and 12 "special" q-tips. Each single q-tip cost $5. They look like the tiny plastic spatulas that come in home mustache bleaching kits, wrapped in some kind of paper,

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As we used to say in the '80s, I am one hurtin' unit. Last Tuesday, I lost my balance on the ladder to the attic while getting the guest bed comforter down. I jumped before I could fall, but jammed my right hip badly. Something ain't right up there in what yoga teachers call my "sits bones." Then yesterday, I yanked it again big time, slipping on water on the slick floor at the food co-op. You

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Who was he? And why was he jumping? How can I have so much to say, yet have nothing to say? I am looking forward to the party season. I've got some fancy earrings and a couple of outfits and a new, schnazzy coat. Woo hoo! Sometimes it's good to be just a girl.

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I'm living in the denoument. In the melancholy moment after the holiday fun and before going back to business as usual. We put our visitors on the plane today. I start back into regular shifts tomorrow at the food co-op. Monday, I have more salt rubbed in my wounds courtesy of the IRS, as I prepare documents for the second round of examination.In the larger sense, I'm also sitting in between What

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Our 5-year-old niece is staying with us for Turkey Day and now there is tiny, flower-shaped glitter all over our bathroom. It's lovely.We loaned our Prius to friends Andy and Wendy for their anniversary trip to Vancouver, on the condition that they take a photograph when it turned 100,000 miles. Wendy obliged. Here's to many more good miles on all of us.

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Gobble, Gobble

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It's three a.m. I can't sleep. What do you do when you're thyroid isn't functioning properly? Get thyroid medication. What happens when even the smallest dose is too much? Your tendency toward insomnia returns with a vengeance. Only this time, it feels different. Formerly, you kept yourself awake by endlessly overanalyzing every facet of your life. Now, your brain is quiet, but your body stays

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I feel grateful. Believe me, this is a really, really big deal. I am usually too busy doing shit to take part in that whole "examining the spirit of the holiday" thing. Today is somehow different. I am still busy doing shit. Yet, I have this sense of being protected from the world's ravages by my friends, family, and colleagues and the rich experiences they've brought to my life. I am thrilled to

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We are going here tonight to see him perform. Bet you didn't know he sang and played guitar, did you? Apparently, he does it as a benefit for his theater company, where our friend Wendy has stage managed and worked internships and stuff. Yeah, she knows him. Yeah, we might get to meet him one on one. After working a 8-hour shift at the food co-op on one of the busiest days of the year, I just

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Here I am, posting every day, and yet, what excites many people about blogging still escapes me. My perception of it as an online diary remains, and as for that vehicle, it sucks. I can't talk about the IRS Audit, because my auditor admitted he googled me, and you find my blog on page 2 of results. I prefer my social interaction ITRW. I can't bitch about my husband to my friends, or vice versa,

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Another cool photo courtesy of the hubster, taken from inside MOMA, looking out at NYC. You can see his reflection in the window. New York has such a distinct look about it, an old-meets-new snooty pedigree.For another photo not taken by me, but of me, head to this page and look for Hills and Waves. A Tacoma News Tribune photographer captured my BioMom and I one day while we were at the Tacoma

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An IRS man is coming to my house today to audit my home business.Oh, Goody.I'll dream of drowning him in milk chocolate, which I can no longer eat.

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Help. Husby and I need to get in shape, to get fit, to find ways to incorporate exercise and physical activities into our daily lives. I was trying to think of ways to motivate ourselves. Friend Wendy told me about a challenge in the Seattle Opera offices where all participating agree to lose 10% of their body weight within 90 days. That'd be a great start. Better than that, that'd be half my

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Or, to steal a header from another's blog, The Towel, She is Being Thrown. I have formally and offically withdrawn from the Moon Handbook Washington project. Relief is spreading through me like sunshine. There are so many things I want to do. I want to spend time with my family, my husby, my puppy dogs. To focus energies on getting fit and healthy, to find ways for us to exercise on a regular

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A week ago, I told a friend it would be a fun exercise to list all of the players in my less than stellar work history. I've left so many jobs, after such a short time, always in pursuit of the next best thing. In essence, I was a freelancer before I ever officially became a freelancer. Took me a while to realize that actually belong on my own, moving from project to project. Your box, not my box

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Can't remember the last time we went to a wedding. This one, one of Steve's co-workers. This one had plenty of religion included, but the sermon was great, right up to the point where the officiant started going on about how the two of them would never be able to make it work without Christ's help, walking with them, blah, blah...lost me there. It also seems like it's been a long time since I've

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This fab photo is courtesy of the hubster, taken at the Museum of Modern Art on his recent trip to New York. Does a wife proud. Forgive me for leaving it at this, but I am too, too tired to expound tonight.

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And who's to say which is more valid? I looked today and found that my old blog, NW Dog Blog, is still up there. I wonder how long they let these things linger on? On another note, I am encouraged by the changes this election has brought. Glimmers of hope.

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I wonder how many people will be screaming tomorrow morning that they couldn't get their promised blog up this evening due to technical problems with Blogger. I wonder how long Blogger has been out. I can hear my Stepmom's voice, "Well, that's what you get for waiting until late." Quick, allow me to get the point of what I really wanted to say this evening, before Blogger tanks again.Sometimes,

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Janeen would be so proud. I'm doing my first meme. I don't even know what the word means. Wow! I've done a lot. But before we get into my meme, I have to set the record straight: my blog currently shows two posts for 11/2/6 and none for 11/3/6. This is incorrect. Maybe because I started the post as a draft on 11/2? One of those posts (Fascination with Reflection), was posted by me on 11/3/6.

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Puget Sound's weather is positively hyperbolic today, the storm of the decade. Up to 10" of rain in a single day, a state of emergency declared in 18 counties, massive mudslides, an urban flooding team dispatched, 14 rivers at or above flood stage, and no relief in sight until maybe Thursday. I wanted to capture an image that conveyed all this mess--umbrellas turned inside out, standing road

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Woke up at 4 am today to put my husby on a plane for NYC. He's working some game debut gig for Xbox at the Grand Hyatt New York this week. I'm proud of his expanding career.Went for dessert with longtime and dear friend Janeen this afternoon and basically blatted and bleated at her for two hours. I hardly get to talk to her, and we always have so much catching up to do, and I hardly ever find

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There's no such thing as a neat coif when you're an alpaca. Meet Betsy Ross. She's a shy gal, with a sweet disposition. Her kisses usually include a little nibble. Alpacas have a row of teeth on the bottom, and a soft palate on the top. Maybe there's a future for alpaca upper dentures.The future. Uncertain. I've just asked my publisher for yet another extension on the book deadline. Some days, I

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