Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
To spare you all a banter from la la love land, I will sum up our trip to Alaska in one long run on sentence (by "spare you the banter" I mean give you the banter in a small dose). Ready (hold your breath)? Vacation dear sweet vacation, Cordova Alaska none the less, would you believe that Alex and I are engaged, yes engaged, bears beards beers, three hundred foot glaciers, a five mile hike into bear country, rubber boots galore, fifty year old salmon, fisherman with more hair then teeth, and to top it all off a lovely visit with family. Are you passed out on the floor from that doozy? Sorry. But seriously, ask me about our tales (not to be confused with things that swing from our behinds type of tails) I would la la la la love to tell you all about them.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Today while driving, I saw a crow eating some road kill. As I neared the sight, the crow didn't even budge. Nope, that crow was licking his chops and playing chicken at the same time. Seriously crow, right here in the road? Couldn't you dine at the park, or perhaps a nice alley? Anyways I ended up driving around the crow, which caused me to veer in the bike lane. YES, VEER INTO THE BIKE LANE! What are you trying to do to me crow, get me in trouble with law? Seriously!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Driving to work this morning I noted the sheen of a new Thai Food restaurant sign gleaming in my eyes. The sign was right on Hawthorne and 32nd-ish, right next to the WAIT a second (cue the double take)! This new restaurant happens to be where Dollar Scholar on Hawthorne once resided. Yes, the Dollar Scholar will no longer be serving rubber chemical egg yolks that can be thrown at windows. You can also say good bye to one dollar fake tatoos in "B" animals. By "B" animals, I don't mean animals that start with the letter "B," bear, bull, butterfly...etc. At the dollar rate "B" animal tatoos refers to the less known, not as desired animals for example: hienna, ardvark, tadpool...etc. You can also say goodbye to the extremely hospitable owner, you know the one with the faint mustache? The friendly man who greets every customer with"here, thrown an egg!"I just couldn't believe my eyes, tell me it's a mistake! I was so upset this morning that when I saw a pack of squirels near the front door of my office, all I could do was yell "SCRAM" as loud as possible! Seriously though, what's a girl to do? What's a girl to do?
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Thank you for arriving consecutively (not to mention consistently) after Thursday. Without you Friday, my week would be a mess! Friday you certainly validate the phrase Everybody is working for the weekend, let's just say TGIF speaks for itself. Thank you.
Monday, June 7, 2010
I've longed for the sun for weeks now. I certainly wasn't prepared for today, I mean come on weather forecast "rain all week." Today was unexpectedly warm, I wore my brand new horse sweater, and what's this? Seventy Degrees. On my run this evening, even the horse figurings chained to the street looked parched. Yeesh.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Bee! I'm expecting you!
Bee! I'm expecting you!
Was saying Yesterday
To Somebody you know
That you were due—
The Frogs got Home last Week—
Are settled, and at work—
Birds, mostly back—
The Clover warm and thick—
You'll get my Letter by
The seventeenth; Reply
Or better, be with me—
Friday, June 4, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I can only tell this story from the story point of view. I was there, but too young to "tell it as it is" if you will. Bare with me folks, and family. ehh umm ("ehh umm" represents throat clearing noises).
My Family had this birthday party invite policy growing up:
1.you have to mail, or in person drop off your invites at your guests house (this way people who were not invited were not aware).
2. We were only allowed to invite one more guest then the age we were turning (I guess this was to insure that ...hmm I don't know, we had small parties? You got me). Anyways Policy two isn't that important for this story, it's up to you if you want to acknowledge it or not.
That said, it was Jonah's 4th birthday. Four years old, big deal right? Absolutely! However, big deals didn't subside the family rule. Jonah would have to do the 4th birthday invites just like the rest (by "the rest" I mean our older sisters). Five guests, five hand delivered invites. Done and done.
Skip to the part of the story when it's a preschool day, and I accompany my Mom to pick Jonah up from school. So what's happening behind the scenes, is Jonah, sweet little almost four year old Jonah is joining his classmates for show and tell (oh and family member's if this part of the story is off, excuse me! I was only two, bare with me okay?). So Jonah, he's telling his class about his birthday party, who is invited, who's not! What they're going to do at the party, the works! Right there and then Jonah broke party rule 1 and 2.
So now were at the part of the story where the teacher walks Jonah to the car to meet my Mom and me.
"Debra, I wanted to let you know that Jonah made an announcement about his birthday party today in class" said the teacher.
"gasp" gasped my Mom.
"it would be helpful if you could have a talk with him about today, a lot of students who were not invited to the party, had their feelings hurt today." - Teacher
"will do." - Mom (I can almost guarantee that's not what my Mom said, again bare with me)
Were in the car now. I'm in the backseat choppy rainbow haircut and all, two years old. My Mom starts "Jonah, your teacher mentioned that you made an announcement about your birthday party today in class. She told me that a lot of students had their feelings hurt, knowing about the party, and knowing that they weren't invited. (something along the lines of:) Jonah it's not very nice to tell people about your party if they can't come, that's why we have you deliver or mail your invites. It'a not nice to this.... it's not nice to this.... blah blah blah"
Me from the car seat "Jonah, it's not nice to call people fucking assholes either!" Now I know what you're thinking, "what type of sailor child was I." Well I was just supporting my Mom, and my brother, on what is nice, and not nice in the world, so I guess I was a damn good sailor child! "fucking asshole" and knowing about birthday parties that you are not invited to, is definitely in the Not Nice section of life. And you know what, my Mom agreed, "that's not nice she said" and we rode home in silence.