Sunday, February 26, 2006


(it's ok, I know for a fact she doesn't check my blog)

Monday, February 20, 2006

I'ma testing out my new HTML skillz

So this is just to see if I can read and follow directions.


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Click on this photo to see some more!

Sunday, February 19, 2006


This is us looking really serious. These photos are from the previous post about our little hiking venture to St. Edwards park on Lake Washington las weekend. Not that there was really an order, but if there was, I would be mad cuz this photo posting program keeps messing them all up and throwing them out of order! Been rather lazy at posting lately. I guess too busy is a more correct statement. So here is the week late post, and i will udate as to the status of our hot weekend Valentines date later......


This is the old monestary at the park


an abandoned childs toy in the middle of nowhere


Matt


Matt is posing as a Ramone to counter his other gangster poses. This is the most hipster I've ever seen him look, yikes. Just think, joey ramone or mick jagger.


gangster Matt


Me!


monestary


it's me, the pink thing in the background


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at the lake shore


Matt


uh, gangster matt goes back to catholic school?


more rocks!


Rock alter


Out on Lake Washington

Friday, February 17, 2006

I hereby award a future Mr. Yuck sticker to...

My cousin chantel! And if you don't know why, that's why you don't have a mr. yuck sticker!!!

Monday, February 13, 2006

I took advantage of the sun.

My quote of the day:  “Madam is on a rampage”  ---from waitress at pizza parlor.

So I most definitely photosynthesize.  I think my body has been in hibernation during the rain, storing up energy just waiting to release it as soon as the sun comes out.  I usually have a difficult time with that whole having energy thing.  I think God has made me “laid back” as I like to call it.  The character trait, if that’s what you’d call it, that I have fought against the most for as long as I can remember is, well, I guess, being lazy.  It isn’t that my mind is lazy, or that I’d really rather be playing video games all day, but I’m in a constant struggle for physical and mental energy.  Accomplishing things just isn’t my specialty biologically speaking, which causes huge amounts of mental, and ultimately, physical strife.

Anyhow, the whole point was more about how I actually had this crazy burst of energy this weekend.  It was more of a “must take advantage of every gorgeous second of this fleeting sunshine” kind of energy though.  You never know when it’s going to rain for 2 more straight months.

Saturday I got up and tried to work a bit, and get some things done around the house.  Then Matt and I spent a large amount of time trying to figure out how to enjoy the weather.  We finally settled for hiking around at St. Edwards Park in Kenmore (I think).  There is an old monastery there.  Though I was hoping for some more mystical type of ruins, I got instead a beautiful classical education looking building made of stone, adorned with some old copper crosses.  We hiked down to the beach, where we spent our time taking photographs.  I love it that Matt has taken quite a liking to photography, and that he is also quite good at it.  He has picked up everything quite quickly, and I’m hoping that his photos don’t turn out better than mine or I’ll feel like I’ve wasted all my years of (half assed) study!

We then swung down to Ballard, one of our new favorite culture spots to hang out at.  Matt had read some review of this great pizza place that he’d been wanting to take me to, so we found it.  It’s called Madame K’s, and is, well, uh…brothel themed.  Which is amusing, except for the interesting waitress attire.  The pizza was good, though thoroughly overpriced.  But I love an interesting dining place, and anything lit in red.  I’m still deciding on how I feel about eating in a brothel with my boyfriend though.

We also went to Mr. Spots Chai house.  I considered this part of my coffee shop study for planning my own.  It wasn’t anything to aspire to, and their chai wasn’t that great.  But, mixed with coconut and sprinkled with black pepper, it turned out to be quite yummy.

But today I spent the day inside, again trying to work a bit, but ultimately deciding to tackle part of an ongoing task to reorganize EVERYTHING in my house.  So, as my room has gotten too disgusting to sleep comfortably in, I cleaned and rearranged everything (and I dragged poor matt into it as well).  

I have been couch hopping a staying only 6 months at a time at various apartments and houses since moving out of the parent’s house.  Everywhere I go, I seem to accumulate more stuff (doesn’t help that I’m a ridiculously cluttered pack rat—though not as bad as matt!).  And I end up moving away again on short notice, and never really packing and tossing stuff, but just throwing it in boxes and dragging it along saying I’ll go through it later.  But I never do.  So then when I can’t find some particular thing, I have to go buy another, and then that just gets packed up and lost too.

But I have been at my current house for 2 years now.  Thinking the restless northern wind would cause me to move much earlier than now, I still haven’t really unpacked or gone through all that junk.  But alas, here I am still.

So my new mission in life is to finally get through all those lingering boxes, as if I’m actually staying a while, or just throw everything out.  And besides, if I do ever move out, then I’ll only have like 6 boxes instead of 66.  

Only problem is, it’s beginning to become quite a problem with the amount of trash I have.  Think I’m gonna sneak some into the church dumpster.  Wonder if anyone has read this far.  If you catch me, I’ll give you a mr. yuck sticker for being the trash can police, and dedicated blog reader.  Thank you very much.

Sunday, February 12, 2006


I know I keep posting this, but it's my favorite, and I fear there are a few out there that haven't yet had the pleasure of my "found art" from the grocery store.

Friday, February 10, 2006


You know who you are.


Boo, no time to post. Too many bills to pay. So here are a few old pics for fun. And this is the last time I'll be seen as a blonde, so here's your farewell pic. Am I wearing a vest?


Shiva celebration in India


Matrix JJ, Matt, Dennis, Topping

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Cannibalism is gross

So Matt and I jammed out of work yesterday down to the beach to catch the first sunset we've seen in months. Ya, that's right, SUNset. It's back, and this time it might stay for a few days!

There we are, down at Coulon, huddling close in the cold, reflecting on the amazing beauty of the lake, the way the colors swirled around atop the water resulting in a look like paint on thick, black oil, and being generally romantic as we watch cute little duckies swim past us when---ahh!! Horror strikes!

A giant bald eagle swoops down out of nowhere to peck out the eyes of said cutest duckies ever! He comes back a second time, as ducky's friends try to save him. But alas, as the third attack comes, he grabs the little thing with his giant talons and yanks him clean up out of the water and flies away for a nice little waterfront dinner. Oh, so sad. And gross.

Matt argues that it's not cannibalism. But I say, if you have no arms, feathers for hands, little beaks, and generally go around being known as a bird, than an eagle and a duck are the same thing and that was a gross display of cannibalism. But they're different, says Matt. My reasoning was this: were all human, sure, but Asian people are generally smaller than Americans, have a different shade of skin, and maybe different facial features. But we both have arms, mouths, and generally go around being known as humans--but we don't eat each other!! Yuck.

Monday, February 06, 2006

And the sun shown down....for once

Today there was sun! For the first time in forever! It seems to enhance the quality of everything. Everything smelled good, and looked lovely. People were happy.

perhaps that's just because it was the Super Bowl today, and Seattle was in it. So the lesson to be learned here is: the sun shines in Seattle as often as the Seahawks play in the Super Bowl. Ah, too bad they lost.

Not being a professional sports fan makes for an interesting experience when your boyfriend is a fanatic. I'm learning all kinds of things about football these days. Like football fans are crazy, and paint their vans with football team logos, fly team flags, drink a lot of cheap beer, eat a lot of processed foods, and yell a lot. Its...great American fun. Hotdogs, beer, yelling and fighting, and air filled team logo seat cushions to keep the tush happy when you're actually sitting down during the game.


I think I should start a "buy me a digital camera" fund so that when I document these things I can post right away, rather than wait until I get money to develop my film.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Survivor PinkEye! 1 day down, 29 to go!

"Did you know that pink eye can survive on a doorknob for 30 days? Ya, well I got pink eye, and I've been touchin' everything around here. The phone, doorknobs-- you name it, my hands have been all over here. So now you're gonna get it too, so watch out. Don't worry, it's not too bad, you just get these eye drops, and..."

Says my coworker to me today.

Number one reason you should come visit my church this Sunday: Pink eye epidemic!!

So I hear it's been goin' around with the kids, and is slowly affecting the adults as well. If that's the case, my 30 days of mitten wearing might never end. As it is, I have suddenly accrued a nice pair of mits and a box of disinfectant wipes for the office. I now go around like a paranoid jerk, turning on lights and opening drawers and doors gloved in a bleach wipe, never knowing where little pinky may be lurking. I keep hearing "don't worry, you'll get it, but it's no big deal, it goes away". But as I rush to my computer and type "pink eye" into web MD with my little mitted digits, and see phrases like "terrible, horrible itching and discomfort" and "ooooozing puss", somehow I don't think I'm ridiculous for not wanting to jump on the pink, ooozy-eyed bandwagon. Call me crazy, if you will, but I'm holding on tightly to my Costco sized box of the wipes of life.

And just because at every sign of a slightly dry or itchy eye, I cry out "It's Pink eye! I knew it!" does not necessarily mean I'm paranoid--just, uh... cautious. I've got 29 days to go here, a little more sympathy would be nice (Matt!). (Besides, if I get it, guess who's doorknob my infected little hands are comin' after...)


(as an after thought, pink eye is a pretty cool name for an infection. I suppose if I'm going to be "Infected", I'd rather be called pink eye, or red eye, or something hip and tough rather than oozy and pussy or something)