Aaron and Meg Nelson are the bestest photographers ever.
I can't wait to see the rest of our wedding picks but if you haven't seen any yet, here are a few..
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More rambling posts to appear in the near future....maybe.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
We've been blogged!
It has been FOREVER since my last post, but I've been pretty busy. Our wedding is in less than 3 weeks, I feel like there a bazillion 'little' things left to do, including a business trip to Montana next week.
Yesterday was my bridal shower. I'm was so honored to have friends and family come, though I couldn't get over the fact it was a wedding shower...FOR ME?...and all the presents?? It truly was a wonderful day,not because of the presents but because of the presence of everyone who attended. WARNING - I seem to get cheesier and cheesier the closer it gets to the big day.
Earlier last week Alex and I had our pictures taken by an old college friend of mine, Aaron. Aaron and his wife Meg are magically talented photographers - I say magically, because Aaron actually took some pictures of me that I liked and that is quite rare! They are also 'magically' talented because a few years ago he was able to catch an AWESOME picture of me taking a dive on the dance floor - I'd post it, but I'd like to save myself a little bit of dignity. Anywho, check out Aaron's pics.
Yesterday was my bridal shower. I'm was so honored to have friends and family come, though I couldn't get over the fact it was a wedding shower...FOR ME?...and all the presents?? It truly was a wonderful day,not because of the presents but because of the presence of everyone who attended. WARNING - I seem to get cheesier and cheesier the closer it gets to the big day.
Earlier last week Alex and I had our pictures taken by an old college friend of mine, Aaron. Aaron and his wife Meg are magically talented photographers - I say magically, because Aaron actually took some pictures of me that I liked and that is quite rare! They are also 'magically' talented because a few years ago he was able to catch an AWESOME picture of me taking a dive on the dance floor - I'd post it, but I'd like to save myself a little bit of dignity. Anywho, check out Aaron's pics.
Friday, July 25, 2008
A real Ponkey
Thanks to Forrest for sending this on....I really am speechless. I think Jenkins is way cuter!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Really, this isn't what I signed up for...
Its Monday and I have worked 22 hours already this week (counting Sunday). So, if you've wondered why I'm not posting all that often, there's your answer.
Since I live in a building with an elevator and work in a building with an elevator, I have become very aware lately of people's elevator habits. A few random thoughts for you:
~ At work, I'm happy to silently stare at the doors and not chit-chat with other riders. At home I will say hello and maybe note the weather - hey, these people are my neighbors. Am I required to chat with people while standing in a small box with them while dangling several stories high via cable??
~Its always nice when someone hits the button to keep the doors open for you to get in, but I believe that the 'door open' button is ALWAYS hit reluctantly.
~When waiting for the elevator to arrive, its best NOT to stand directly in front of the doors, make room for people to get out first. It's amazing how many people stand inches away from the doors of the lift.
~If I'm staring at any of the wording on the walls, I'm probably not interested in making small talk.
~Whomever my neighbor is who routinely leaves for work 5 minutes before me wears a lot of perfume/cologne. Its almost as if they apply the perfume while in the elevator.
~48% of the time that am in an elevator, I wonder how awkward it would be if the other riders could read my mind....sharing an elevator is awkward enough as it is. 10% of the time I wonder if Jenkins understands the concept of the elevator when we take him to the garage - or does he think that the doors are magic? 22% of my time on elevators I am thinking about my burning hand due to a hot cup of coffee, 6% I spend worrying about getting stuck (normally during rides with other 'chatters').The rest of my time is spent wondering if my elevator at work has a camera in it or not - I can't bring myself to 'readjust' or see if I have anything in my teeth while alone in the work elevator.
..I think I'll start taking the stairs more often..
Since I live in a building with an elevator and work in a building with an elevator, I have become very aware lately of people's elevator habits. A few random thoughts for you:
~ At work, I'm happy to silently stare at the doors and not chit-chat with other riders. At home I will say hello and maybe note the weather - hey, these people are my neighbors. Am I required to chat with people while standing in a small box with them while dangling several stories high via cable??
~Its always nice when someone hits the button to keep the doors open for you to get in, but I believe that the 'door open' button is ALWAYS hit reluctantly.
~When waiting for the elevator to arrive, its best NOT to stand directly in front of the doors, make room for people to get out first. It's amazing how many people stand inches away from the doors of the lift.
~If I'm staring at any of the wording on the walls, I'm probably not interested in making small talk.
~Whomever my neighbor is who routinely leaves for work 5 minutes before me wears a lot of perfume/cologne. Its almost as if they apply the perfume while in the elevator.
~48% of the time that am in an elevator, I wonder how awkward it would be if the other riders could read my mind....sharing an elevator is awkward enough as it is. 10% of the time I wonder if Jenkins understands the concept of the elevator when we take him to the garage - or does he think that the doors are magic? 22% of my time on elevators I am thinking about my burning hand due to a hot cup of coffee, 6% I spend worrying about getting stuck (normally during rides with other 'chatters').The rest of my time is spent wondering if my elevator at work has a camera in it or not - I can't bring myself to 'readjust' or see if I have anything in my teeth while alone in the work elevator.
..I think I'll start taking the stairs more often..
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Ponkey Pics....
Its been a while since I last had a post, no doubt about that. Since I have started my new job, I have been working 55-60 hour weeks. I'm not exaggerating either. AC doesn't mind too much, its baseball season and this way he can watch the M's lose in solitude. I have noticed lately though, that when I get home, Jenkins follows me everywhere throughout the apartment. I'm glad someone misses me around here! :) This was taken tonight after Jenkins did his laps around the living room for 5 minutes. He was definitely posing for the camera.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
A Picture of Me in My Wedding Dress...
.. I wish I added in Jenkins... my original plan was a stick person!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
HUH?
I noticed this morning while making a much needed coffee run that a house across the street from the corn was on fire. The fire department was there, but the fact that there weren't any sirens or lights flashing made me think that it was some kind of practice drill (the house has been abandoned for the 3 years that I have been driving by it.) Then it occurred to me that perhaps the Kent fire department picked the wrong day to burn down a house for practice (Earth Day), then again, it is Kent. (Did I mention the corn?) What really made me laugh was that while I was driving by the house I was listening to a radio station that was playing Talking Head's 'Burning Down the House'. Seriously?
I put in my 2 weeks notice last Friday, only a week and a half left of the joys of working in Kent. SeaTac here I come. Wooohoooo....
I put in my 2 weeks notice last Friday, only a week and a half left of the joys of working in Kent. SeaTac here I come. Wooohoooo....
Monday, April 21, 2008
Wal-Mart on Labor Day
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Adidas - you should know better than that
I found this in my inbox today and it truly hurts my feelings that Adidas would use this picture to advertise. (The guy isn't planting his foot before taking a corner kick, What the..) This is why I can't watch movies or t.v. shows that contain fictional soccer situations. Apparently there aren't any REAL soccer players in the entertainment business. (You heard me David Beckham!) The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants was ruined by bad soccer scenarios (she runs around with her hair in her face and a sports bra) I think that there was a Will Farrell movie involving soccer, but I was too scared to even attempt to watch it. Bend It Like Beckham wasn't too bad, but I speak of only parts of the movie where no one was playing soccer. Victory (1981) would get my vote as the best soccer movie, but only because Pele is in it and I haven't seen the movie since 1988. I think if I saw it today the movie would be ruined by watching Sylvester Stallone 'play' soccer. All I remember is that they are a team of prisoners (Nazi Camp?) and they have a plan of escaping during half time - but they decide to play the whole game out, I think due to pride. See. Spot on for a soccer player.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
April 8th
Even though technically it is now April 9th (what am I doing up so late) I am going to pretend that it is April 8th, so when I type 'today' I really mean yesterday and when I type 'tomorrow' I really mean today.
If you have talked to me in any form of communication in the last couple of months, I have mentioned to you that I was taking my Customs broker's exam this week. Sorry about that - I tend to babble on about what is at the top of the brain for me, but you already know this so I don't feel too bad. I have been dreading April 7th for the last two months. Every time any date in April was mentioned before the 7th I would feel the muscles in my neck tense up. I realize that this wasn't helpful to my final goal of passing the test. I also realize that if I don't pass the test its not the end of the world and I can take it again in 6 months...last year's tests had an average passing rate of 8% and that is one of the higher numbers that I have heard. The good news is that I feel good about how I did yesterday (two days ago). It'll be a close call either way I have about 6 weeks to find out if I passed.
I feel as if a 15lb weight has been lifted from my shoulders (funny, since I haven't been to the gym or on the soccer field in three weeks). This morning (yesterday morning) I realized that it was the 8th and I was now free to do what I please with my free time. I made a mental list of all the things I was going to do in my free time today (yesterday): call the church and reception hall to make appts, start my taxes, play soccer. Sounds pretty straightforward and easy right - nope not for me. Here is what I really did today (yesterday) after work. Chat with a friend for a while (HAPPY BIRTHDAY RULAND, its tomorrow (today)), take a 2 hour nap, spend the rest of the evening cleaning the kitchen and living room. Thanks to my nap, I missed yet another game, but I can't express how good it feels to have a clean kitchen again. (This makes me very aware that I'm turning into my mom.)
And then I found $5.00.
If you have talked to me in any form of communication in the last couple of months, I have mentioned to you that I was taking my Customs broker's exam this week. Sorry about that - I tend to babble on about what is at the top of the brain for me, but you already know this so I don't feel too bad. I have been dreading April 7th for the last two months. Every time any date in April was mentioned before the 7th I would feel the muscles in my neck tense up. I realize that this wasn't helpful to my final goal of passing the test. I also realize that if I don't pass the test its not the end of the world and I can take it again in 6 months...last year's tests had an average passing rate of 8% and that is one of the higher numbers that I have heard. The good news is that I feel good about how I did yesterday (two days ago). It'll be a close call either way I have about 6 weeks to find out if I passed.
I feel as if a 15lb weight has been lifted from my shoulders (funny, since I haven't been to the gym or on the soccer field in three weeks). This morning (yesterday morning) I realized that it was the 8th and I was now free to do what I please with my free time. I made a mental list of all the things I was going to do in my free time today (yesterday): call the church and reception hall to make appts, start my taxes, play soccer. Sounds pretty straightforward and easy right - nope not for me. Here is what I really did today (yesterday) after work. Chat with a friend for a while (HAPPY BIRTHDAY RULAND, its tomorrow (today)), take a 2 hour nap, spend the rest of the evening cleaning the kitchen and living room. Thanks to my nap, I missed yet another game, but I can't express how good it feels to have a clean kitchen again. (This makes me very aware that I'm turning into my mom.)
And then I found $5.00.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Proof that we spoil our dog..
The other day I came home from work and didn't see Jenkins. He had completely covered himself with his blanket. (Yes, our dog has blanket, two actually, in addition to his 'bed' seen above.) Can you say photo op?!
This is how I found Jenkins a few minutes ago when I walked out into the living room where AC was laying on the couch with a blanket over him and Jenkins at his feet. Seriously?!
Check out those ears!
(and I just figured out that the red eye option on my camera works for the dog too!)
Hmmm...I can't quite pinpoint what is different about Steve Raible...
So, I have less than a week left until my test. I haven't played soccer in over a week, I've missed two (two!) birthday parties and have been sitting at my ikea-dining-table-turned-desk for what seems like FOREVER! This brings me back to my college days that I had completely forgotten about, cramming for midterms and finals. I believe that if they had a contest for most creative procrastinator, I would definitely make it to the finals. Here are a few of my old habits that have resurfaced in the past two weeks in no particular order:
- Spending more time talking about how much I need to study vs. actually studying.
- HIGHLIGHT, HIGHLIGHT, HIGHLIGHT... its like I can't understand a sentence without underlining it.
- During much needed mental breaks watch tv shows that I wouldn't ordinarily watch. THEN: this is how I got hooked on Felicity. NOW: last week I noticed that Steve Raible (voice of the Seahawks) on Kiro7 shaved his mustache. This might of happened a long time ago, but I never watch local 11 pm news (Daily Show and Colbert are on).
- Call up everyone I know and leave rambling voice messages. THEN: (Left on Natalie's phone) "Mop.......broom........sponge........duster..... vaccuum cleaner...." (I guess you had to be there.) NOW: I suggest you check your voicemail.
- Dream up crazy scenarios with my friend Caitlin (we don't even need to be in the same state to do this it turns out.) THEN: I wrote out a very detailed e-mail about a GREAT idea. Picture this: Economicland Theme Park. One of its attractions would be a slide shaped like 'demand', which would intersect with 'supply' at some point. NOW: Contemplating a 1950's era Robot themed wedding. Our invitations could be super hi-tech card with a button that you push and hear, "Bee Bo Boop Beep Bop, you are invited..." Caitlin somehow incorporated stick people into the theme but I'm not sure how.
- Bug my roommates/AC every 15 minutes with random questions that have nothing to do with my studying. It is probably comparable to putting a 6 year old to bed for the evening ...every couple of minutes they'll come downstairs with a request like, "I need water", "Its noisy outside" , "I can't find my teddy bear"...I know, I was a pro at it, ask my mom!
-The random setting on on my disc player/iPod. THEN: I would bring my favorite three cds (which never seemed to be the same) to the library and listen to the 11-14 songs in random order. NOW: The iPod puts my 4000+ songs in random order. The music keeps me awake.
-Document my observations. THEN: Somewhere around here I have a floppy disc that has a 150 page word document that I guess could be called a journal. NOW: Have you noticed how many times I have posted on my blog in the last few weeks?!
Don't be worried just yet, I have been known to pull through! Alright, back to the grindstone, where's my highlighter....
- Spending more time talking about how much I need to study vs. actually studying.
- HIGHLIGHT, HIGHLIGHT, HIGHLIGHT... its like I can't understand a sentence without underlining it.
- During much needed mental breaks watch tv shows that I wouldn't ordinarily watch. THEN: this is how I got hooked on Felicity. NOW: last week I noticed that Steve Raible (voice of the Seahawks) on Kiro7 shaved his mustache. This might of happened a long time ago, but I never watch local 11 pm news (Daily Show and Colbert are on).
- Call up everyone I know and leave rambling voice messages. THEN: (Left on Natalie's phone) "Mop.......broom........sponge........duster..... vaccuum cleaner...." (I guess you had to be there.) NOW: I suggest you check your voicemail.
- Dream up crazy scenarios with my friend Caitlin (we don't even need to be in the same state to do this it turns out.) THEN: I wrote out a very detailed e-mail about a GREAT idea. Picture this: Economicland Theme Park. One of its attractions would be a slide shaped like 'demand', which would intersect with 'supply' at some point. NOW: Contemplating a 1950's era Robot themed wedding. Our invitations could be super hi-tech card with a button that you push and hear, "Bee Bo Boop Beep Bop, you are invited..." Caitlin somehow incorporated stick people into the theme but I'm not sure how.
- Bug my roommates/AC every 15 minutes with random questions that have nothing to do with my studying. It is probably comparable to putting a 6 year old to bed for the evening ...every couple of minutes they'll come downstairs with a request like, "I need water", "Its noisy outside" , "I can't find my teddy bear"...I know, I was a pro at it, ask my mom!
-The random setting on on my disc player/iPod. THEN: I would bring my favorite three cds (which never seemed to be the same) to the library and listen to the 11-14 songs in random order. NOW: The iPod puts my 4000+ songs in random order. The music keeps me awake.
-Document my observations. THEN: Somewhere around here I have a floppy disc that has a 150 page word document that I guess could be called a journal. NOW: Have you noticed how many times I have posted on my blog in the last few weeks?!
Don't be worried just yet, I have been known to pull through! Alright, back to the grindstone, where's my highlighter....
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Loons!
There's a good chance that the point of this post will be lost on you (the reader). But there are 10 people that might see this and know why I posted this picture. To them, here is my commentary:
Really? Seriously? LOONS!
Okay, back to your scheduled broadcast.
Really? Seriously? LOONS!
Okay, back to your scheduled broadcast.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
On a Serious Note...
First off, a HUGE thanks for everyone's well wishes, AC and I are so very thankful for our friends and family and we can't wait to celebrate with all of you on the big day. We've started the planning process and are close to nailing down a date. We've got a planning notebook started, $40 in bridal magazines, a church, and a budget. We still have a lot of work to do, but I am taking the CHB exam on April 7th and need to spend all of my free time with Title 19 of the Federal Code of Regulations so that I can get my broker's license. Needless to say come April 8th, no matter how I feel the test went, I will be able to fully focus on planning our wedding.
Back on Track:
The reason why I wanted to write an entry tonight really has nothing to do with weddings. The week following our engagement was filled by a few life altering events that took place in the lives of some people very close to AC and I. I don't feel right about babbling about my life without noting some things going on in the lives of some of my favorite people around me. (I also don't want to trivialize their situations, which created quite a bit of hesitancy in deciding whether or not I should actually write this post.)
February 22, the father of my friend Elisabeth, passed away. I have debated
'blogging' about this due to its obvious sensitive nature, please bear with me and I will try my best to keep it short and sweet. I have known Liz since I was in the 9th grade and I will always remember her dad, Chuck, with a smile on his face. My favorite memory of Chuck was at Ed and Elisabeth's wedding. As the bridesmaids and groomsmen were beginning the procession down the aisle, Elisabeth and her dad both looked at me with tears in their eyes (of joy of course) and Liz said something like, "Mary, as the maid of honor, you need to lighten the moment a bit, tell us a joke." Of course I reply with, "So, this bear walks into a bar...." (if you haven't heard the joke you'll have to ask me in person and I cannot guarantee that you will laugh at the joke but there is a 98% chance that you will laugh at how lame the joke is.) I was so relieved when Chuck laughed, because when I got to the second line of the joke I realized that most people don't find it as funny as I do, and this was the moment before he was going to walk down the aisle with his daughter. That was the type of man Chuck was, warm hearted with a smile on his face. I will miss him.
February 25th, close friends of ours received an addition to their family in the name of Emmett. We've only been able to visit the little man once due to Alex and I passing our nasty cold back and forth (its been a month and Alex is sniffling like a .... I can't think of an end to that simile, but you get the idea.) Anyhoo, we are very excited for our friends and have dibs on Emmett on charades night.
February 25th, comrade Jeremy finishes his final dose of chemotherapy. Throughout his 9 weeks of treatment I have been in awe of his attitude - way to go JT - I can't wait to buy you a pint in celebration.
I am having a hard time putting into words the emotions that I have as I am watching my friends go through these moments - moments that will forever alter the way that they live their life. All I know is that I am one lucky gal, to have such an amazing group of people around me, their strength and optimism exemplify what wonderful people they truly are.
Back on Track:
The reason why I wanted to write an entry tonight really has nothing to do with weddings. The week following our engagement was filled by a few life altering events that took place in the lives of some people very close to AC and I. I don't feel right about babbling about my life without noting some things going on in the lives of some of my favorite people around me. (I also don't want to trivialize their situations, which created quite a bit of hesitancy in deciding whether or not I should actually write this post.)
February 22, the father of my friend Elisabeth, passed away. I have debated
'blogging' about this due to its obvious sensitive nature, please bear with me and I will try my best to keep it short and sweet. I have known Liz since I was in the 9th grade and I will always remember her dad, Chuck, with a smile on his face. My favorite memory of Chuck was at Ed and Elisabeth's wedding. As the bridesmaids and groomsmen were beginning the procession down the aisle, Elisabeth and her dad both looked at me with tears in their eyes (of joy of course) and Liz said something like, "Mary, as the maid of honor, you need to lighten the moment a bit, tell us a joke." Of course I reply with, "So, this bear walks into a bar...." (if you haven't heard the joke you'll have to ask me in person and I cannot guarantee that you will laugh at the joke but there is a 98% chance that you will laugh at how lame the joke is.) I was so relieved when Chuck laughed, because when I got to the second line of the joke I realized that most people don't find it as funny as I do, and this was the moment before he was going to walk down the aisle with his daughter. That was the type of man Chuck was, warm hearted with a smile on his face. I will miss him.
February 25th, close friends of ours received an addition to their family in the name of Emmett. We've only been able to visit the little man once due to Alex and I passing our nasty cold back and forth (its been a month and Alex is sniffling like a .... I can't think of an end to that simile, but you get the idea.) Anyhoo, we are very excited for our friends and have dibs on Emmett on charades night.
February 25th, comrade Jeremy finishes his final dose of chemotherapy. Throughout his 9 weeks of treatment I have been in awe of his attitude - way to go JT - I can't wait to buy you a pint in celebration.
I am having a hard time putting into words the emotions that I have as I am watching my friends go through these moments - moments that will forever alter the way that they live their life. All I know is that I am one lucky gal, to have such an amazing group of people around me, their strength and optimism exemplify what wonderful people they truly are.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
UPDATE: Candlebox, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, Soundgarden and butt rock.....
The fellow in the unit above us apparently has lost all of his music EXCEPT for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Greatest Hits. It also appears that he MUST listen to this cd on repeat EVERY Saturday and Sunday.
Just in case you were wondering...
Just in case you were wondering...
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The Best Presidents Day EVER!
So, if you haven't heard already, it's true, I've got a nasty cold. Your warm wishes are appreciated, I'll get through it.
In other news, Alex proposed this past Monday and I said YES!
We are super excited. I never really was the type of girl who would daydream about my wedding and even after I knew that Alex was the one - I wouldn't let myself think about weddings until he actually popped the question. So now that we are engaged, my head has been swimming with thoughts and ideas of a grand Cinderella gala event. I have been blinded by the sparkling new ring on my hand - all sense of reality was thrown out the window. Thankfully, Alex and my mom have pulled me back into the land of budgets. Sorry guests, horse-drawn carriages will not be picking you up on our big day. I still am enjoying the dreaming stage though!
This picture was taken a couple of years ago at Daryl and Alyssa's wedding, friends of mine from college. I caught the bouquet and believe me, I wasn't trying for it, it just came right at me. At my cousin's wedding a few years before this wedding, the bouquet came right at me and I batted it down. I remembered my embarrassment as this bouquet was flying through the air, aimed right at me. And no, that isn't a halo around Alex's head, it is Alyssa's garter. Alex was the lucky fella who hesitantly picked up the garter after it landed at the feet of all of the bachelors; it was an uncontested movement... and then put it on his head (is this common?).
As for the proposal, Alex and I went to the pier at Alki after I went to the gym on Monday night. We had a beautiful backdrop of downtown with waves crashing against the beach below us. Alex was so sweet (& nervous) and when he got on one knee, I could barely breath! Alex had actually let on to his intentions the day before when he had returned from a shopping trip. I jokingly asked if he had enough money left over to buy a ring - which led to a conversation where Alex was stunned that I knew he bought one, and I thought that he was kidding about purchasing a ring. Once I realized that he wasn't kidding I was surprised and shocked. Alex headed to my parents house that night to ask for their permission - I went to my soccer game wondering how I would make it through the night without telling anyone, let alone function on the field. On that Sunday, Alex said that he would propose in 3-4 weeks, because he wanted to make it special and have some element of surprise to it. At work the next day I felt sick to my stomach, because I was so excited. That evening when I returned home from the gym, Alex revealed that if I had made it home sooner (I stopped by Trader Joe's on the way home) he would've taken me out to Alki that evening. The thought of not being able to tell anyone for another day drove me to reassure Alex that I could be in and out of the shower in 5 minutes and ready to go.
The fact that I knew that Alex was proposing did not take away from his actual proposal one bit. It was perfect for the two of us. Also perfect was the ring. Alex had picked it out on his own. I love it and can't stop staring at it.
As for my blog, I plan on using it to notate my observations and experiences throughout the whole planning stage and will of course keep you updated on Jenkins. 
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Labyrinth Update
I still haven't seen the movie, but my mom just clarified in an e-mail to me what the heck she was talking about when I asked her about Labyrinth.
Anywho, hopefully I will be able to move onto a new subject soon.
Anywho, hopefully I will be able to move onto a new subject soon.
Dance Magic Dance
While visiting some friends in Portland a few weeks ago, my friend started singing this song. I think that she has been singing this song everyday for the last ten (TEN! has it been that long?!) years that I have known her - or I've heard her sing it on three separate occasions , I'm not sure which scenario it is. Anyway, I didn't know what movie the song was from and my friends were amazed...AMAZED that I have never seen Labyrinth. After checking some facts on the movie, I have come to a few conclusions as to why I haven't seen the movie. 1.) I was 8 when the movie came out. David Bowie can seem quite scary to 8 year olds (not that I knew who David Bowie was at the time.) 2. Fraggle Rock scared the crap out of me as a child. I think that it still does - the creatures look Fraggle Rockish to me. 3.) 'Back to the Future' came out in 1985 and I know my dad took my brothers and I to see the movie in the theatres multiple times, I was too occupied by Michael J. Fox mania to notice silly creatures that sing (did I mention that they are scary too?!) To further prove that it isn't MY fault that I have never seen the movie, I can look to my mom's response when I asked her about Labyrinth. Our conversation went something like this, "Mom, have you seen Labyrinth." "Yes, it chases a ball." HUH??
Perhaps I will add Labyrinth to my NF queue - BUT I'm not bumping it to the top of the queue. (Also, I'm not watching at my friends house in Portland - they use a projector and screen to watch all of their movies - and while I find their set-up schweet, no one needs to see David Bowie in tight pants larger than life.)
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Candlebox, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, Soundgarden and butt rock.....
I don't think that our upstairs neighbor has bought a new cd since 1997. I also think his feet are made of cinder blocks.
Just an observation.
Just an observation.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
24 Hours Away From the Volkswagen
My 99 Jetta has now reached the stage in its life where it likes to teach me about different parts of itself and how they work. Unfortunately, this means that I get to take it to the mechanic in order to 'learn' these lessons. Two weeks ago, the battery was dead - thats not too big of a deal, been through it before. Last Friday, the car wouldn't start again. A friend helped jump start the battery. (To that friend: I will never mock your choice of limited employment ever again.) He followed me to a local mechanic and let me barrow his car for the rest of the day so that I could get at least a few hours in at the office. Later in the afternoon the mechanic called to let me know that the only problem was a faulty battery terminal. My gratefulness of the minimal bill outweighed any embarrassment for not checking the terminals myself. After work AC and I picked up my Jetta. AC drove our friend's car out of the parking lot and then my car died. A faulty terminal wasn't the only issue my car was having.
That evening AC and I decided that we needed to get away. Arrangements were made for a rental car and a night's stay at the Bellwether Hotel in Bellingham, WA. Jenks would get to spend some quality time at my parents house with their Boston Terrier, Bo.
The next morning, before we left, I was informed that we would have to tow the vehicle to a VW authorized garage - AWESOME, more money! I made a few phone calls to arrange the tow and service. AC walked over to the garage to pay the bill and then we left for Bellingham. (After dropping off friend's car and Ponkey.)
Our trip to Bellingham was great. We hit one of my favorite watering holes, Archer's Alehouse, where a few buddies of mine were bartending. Afterwards, we decided to walk around Fairhaven, so I could point out college memories to Alex. ('That was my favorite coffee shop my sophomore year, oooh and that's the table that I sat at all the time.' You know, the stories that are entertaining when you think of them, but when you share them with others, you realize you're just setting yourself up for an obligatory nod.) While walking past Dos Padres a friend of AC's popped her head out to see if it was really him walking by. We joined her and a few more padres for a bloody mary and cribbage spectation. All of this just reminds me of how much I love Bellingham.
We retreated back to the Bellwether where we inspected our room like little kids who have never been in a hotel before.
'Oooh look, a patio.'
'Awesome, a fireplace.'
'YES, we got a wheelchair-accessible room, this bathroom is HUGE!' (Seriously, it was the size of our living-room at home.) 
'Schweet, we have eight pillows, you'll get one, I get seven.' 
'Hey, if you open the doors above the jet tub, you can watch tv from the toilet!'... You catch my drift.
The next morning we headed out to my favorite breakfast joint, which was overflowing with people waiting to eat. I forgot that you either have to show up an hour before sunrise or right before it closes to get a seat. We ended up crossing the street to Bob's Burger and Brew for their breakfast. The food was alright - I have to say, that was the first time that I have ever left BB&B not painfully full. I was thankful.
We then got a call from AC's friend who had AC's shoes for the past month (and AC was wearing his shoes - long story short, don't drink beer and swap shoes.) Anywho, he was playing indoor soccer at the Sportsplex, so we decided to stop by and swap shoes. AC's friend was on the field when we arrived so we watched some of the game. I was content. Soccer memories of years past flooded my brain. This time I even kept them to myself for AC's sake! No luck for you the reader, I'm going to share a few. "There was the spot that I scored my third goal in a game. That was the spot that I trashed-talked some opponent and then took the ball away from her. Over there I scored the game winning goal in the last few seconds. Against that wall is where I snapped my ankle. Thats the spot where I had the own-goal. There is where I charged at the ref and got thrown out of the game." I could go on forever with these memories - I played there on multiple nights for about 4 years.
Shoes were swapped and we were on our way back home. When we had finally returned to our apartment, I realized that 24 hours away was exactly what I needed. My mind was able to think about things other than work, money and the Jetta. I know that I spent a lot of time thinking about my college days, but I wasn't trying to relive them. (Even if the 3B wasn't torn down, I made a promise to myself that I couldn't go there after a certain age. I will miss you 3B!) My point is that I was able to give my brain a break from worrying about the daily stresses that we all have in our lives and just sit back and be content for a moment.
That evening AC and I decided that we needed to get away. Arrangements were made for a rental car and a night's stay at the Bellwether Hotel in Bellingham, WA. Jenks would get to spend some quality time at my parents house with their Boston Terrier, Bo.
The next morning, before we left, I was informed that we would have to tow the vehicle to a VW authorized garage - AWESOME, more money! I made a few phone calls to arrange the tow and service. AC walked over to the garage to pay the bill and then we left for Bellingham. (After dropping off friend's car and Ponkey.)
Our trip to Bellingham was great. We hit one of my favorite watering holes, Archer's Alehouse, where a few buddies of mine were bartending. Afterwards, we decided to walk around Fairhaven, so I could point out college memories to Alex. ('That was my favorite coffee shop my sophomore year, oooh and that's the table that I sat at all the time.' You know, the stories that are entertaining when you think of them, but when you share them with others, you realize you're just setting yourself up for an obligatory nod.) While walking past Dos Padres a friend of AC's popped her head out to see if it was really him walking by. We joined her and a few more padres for a bloody mary and cribbage spectation. All of this just reminds me of how much I love Bellingham.
We retreated back to the Bellwether where we inspected our room like little kids who have never been in a hotel before.
'Oooh look, a patio.'
'Awesome, a fireplace.'
'YES, we got a wheelchair-accessible room, this bathroom is HUGE!' (Seriously, it was the size of our living-room at home.) 
'Schweet, we have eight pillows, you'll get one, I get seven.' 
'Hey, if you open the doors above the jet tub, you can watch tv from the toilet!'... You catch my drift.The next morning we headed out to my favorite breakfast joint, which was overflowing with people waiting to eat. I forgot that you either have to show up an hour before sunrise or right before it closes to get a seat. We ended up crossing the street to Bob's Burger and Brew for their breakfast. The food was alright - I have to say, that was the first time that I have ever left BB&B not painfully full. I was thankful.
We then got a call from AC's friend who had AC's shoes for the past month (and AC was wearing his shoes - long story short, don't drink beer and swap shoes.) Anywho, he was playing indoor soccer at the Sportsplex, so we decided to stop by and swap shoes. AC's friend was on the field when we arrived so we watched some of the game. I was content. Soccer memories of years past flooded my brain. This time I even kept them to myself for AC's sake! No luck for you the reader, I'm going to share a few. "There was the spot that I scored my third goal in a game. That was the spot that I trashed-talked some opponent and then took the ball away from her. Over there I scored the game winning goal in the last few seconds. Against that wall is where I snapped my ankle. Thats the spot where I had the own-goal. There is where I charged at the ref and got thrown out of the game." I could go on forever with these memories - I played there on multiple nights for about 4 years.
Shoes were swapped and we were on our way back home. When we had finally returned to our apartment, I realized that 24 hours away was exactly what I needed. My mind was able to think about things other than work, money and the Jetta. I know that I spent a lot of time thinking about my college days, but I wasn't trying to relive them. (Even if the 3B wasn't torn down, I made a promise to myself that I couldn't go there after a certain age. I will miss you 3B!) My point is that I was able to give my brain a break from worrying about the daily stresses that we all have in our lives and just sit back and be content for a moment.
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