One thing that bothers me about the rain...

I don't mind the rain. What I do mind is when people walk with their umbrellas under awnings - therefore taking up the precious area where there is no rain. So instead of actually using your umbrella to deflect rain, you stupid people are using it to deflect my eyes.

I hate you people.

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Hello Ms. Cleo

Yesterday I gave my friend her birthday present. Actually, I gave it to both of us. You see, we went to a psychic reader. I've wanted to do this for quite some time and this was my chance. Sure it was a pricey gift, but it was also completely selfish and I thought in a way that evened things out.

As far as my future goes, here is what she had to say:

-I'm going to travel. (duh)
-I'm about to do something that is totally different in my career that could cause me to spend money toward education. (Kinda right, as my long-term goal is to pay off my loans 10-fold so I can live on a farm for a month or three)
-I have a pain in my heart and/or chest. (I don't, and I also don't have any ill-will which she said could stem from this feeling)
-I should take lots of vitamins and keep healthy, she wasn't sure why, she just felt I should do this. (If I took any more vitamins and kept any more healthy I'd seriously turn into a vitamin apple hybrid person)
-My sister and I are very different, and even if we get along we have something between us that might cause conflict and jealously. (This was one of those spot on things that I was like, ok who were you talking to psychic lady)
-I have communication issues with my dad. (duh, see last comment)
-I'm going to either become preggers or have a child in the month of April. Not necessarily this April (WHEW!) but in the month of April. (REALLY FAR INTO THE FUTURE, WHERE I MIGHT ALREADY BE DEAD AND CAN MIRACULOUSLY HAVE BABIES IN APRIL IN THE AFTERLIFE)
-I'm wondering about a person who I'm friends with who may be more than friends. (I couldn't think of who this was. This was the very first thing that she said and I was all, bitch, I have a boyfriend. There best not be a situation here.)
-I'm going to have one more man in my life. (And by one more, I'm hoping she means the man child I have in my afterlife)
-I'm going to make more money in this next career path. (Another thing she got dead wrong, as farming pays shit and right now I'm quite comfortable. Although, I don't expect the farming thing to be a new career path. If anything, it'll be Dominic and I just making more of our crazy ideas and having people develop them. Now that could make us that stupid money that lets us go to Australia every year. And that would be fine by me.)
-I had problems with a woman at my last job and I should resolve them. (I didn't, well not really. I just wasn't friends with anyone and that always kinda sucks)

And that's all I can remember right now. There were other tidbits about Dominic that I asked and that she thankfully got spot on, and some about my Mom which I'm sure she'll ask me about immediately after reading this.

All in all it was fun. I wouldn't do it every week, or month or year. But I'm so glad I did it and if any of it comes true I'll most likely forget she even told me about it.

All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.

The last few weeks have been crazy here. Snow Snow and More SNOW! In the beginning it was cute. Like, awww, 2 inches of snow. Ain't that sweet. Let's try to make snow angels and watch it all melt at the same time. Everyone worked from home because a lot of the buses simply can't get up and down our steep hills. That's where I start going stir crazy. For 3 days, no buses. Finally today, I saw a golden opportunity. I had about 5 hours before the next storm hit. Except this really was going to be a storm, with 25 mph winds and get your candles ready storm. But I had to get out of here, because I know once this hits I'll be home again until I leave for Florida. Some people may love this. Ooh, a Top Chef marathon. That's my Thursday. But when it keeps rerunning over and over and over and over again, it's just mean.

At first I was all, oh god, this is nothing this stupid snow. It's so miniscule to the Detroit shit I've seen. But in all honesty this is way fucking different. Seattle actually hardly has snow. Maybe once a year, tops and it melts before you even notice it. Suddenly, because of global warming or Al Gore we're seeing it more and more and it's fucking all of our lives up. These damn hills just cause slip and slides and no one in Seattle has ever heard of a snow truck. They use sand instead of salt. And if you live on a very steep hill, like I do, you're stuck. You hope you have enough food and you have friends over that live in walkable distance. You try to call a cab and they laugh and laugh and laugh.

So when I had that 5 hour open window of opportunity I shoved everything I could into it. I went to the gym, had famous mac and cheese at Beecher's, looked at books with a friend, sold clothes at Crossroads and then spent the remaining 2 hours soaking in the women's only spa I frequent where I got a massage and read in an indoor hot tub and steam room. As I'm laying around naked, one of the employees comes in and whispers, "It's starting."

Everyone just started going. QFC was mobbed with last minute candle shoppers. I was trying my best to figure out a way to get down one hill and then up another without worrying about the possibility that I may have to rent a hotel room or crash at a friend's house which would mean I'd have to go back up another hill. Ugh.

The first bus was easy and of course, packed. A crazy guy was talking about jerking off and I was still remaining as calm as can be (that spa does wonders for any anxiety you may ever have in life). Once downtown though things were getting bad. I asked if anything was going up the hill and the bus driver said a definite no. I was either to walk up or find me a cab ASAP.

As this point I'm talking to Dominic, who's in Buffalo where his whole house is probably covered in snow and somehow they all survive just fine. I spot a cab and he immediately asks, Where to? Not like a normal Where to? But like, I don't have tire chains bitch so it better just be up the block.

I gave him my puppy dog eyes and said he didn't have to take me up all the way if he thought it was unsafe. He agreed and off we went, in sllllooooowwwww motion because suddenly there was the biggest traffic jam ever. Every downtown shopper trying to get there holiday gifts all knew this was the time to leave. I watch the meter tick away as we inch along.

And then I see it in the distance. The NUMBER 4 BUS!!!! Yes! Even if it doesn't go up the hill, it'll get me closer than this cab can. I give the dude a $10 tip because I just need to get to this bus and can't deal with change (and he really did me a big favor by just picking me up in the first place) and I'm carefully trying to run, but not run because everything is slippery, just to catch the bus. When we meet, I'm all smiles. I love this driver more than I love peanut butter. I'm talking to Dominic hoping for the best. The bus is also doing a slow crawl, but we're moving. We're going up even. All the way up! We did it! I'm home! Yay!!!!

So after all of that, I'm already itching to get back off this hill again. Maybe to somewhere sunny and warm and 77 degrees. But that's not till Thursday and that's 6 whole days away. Can I be indoors that long without eating my arm or saying Redrum Redrum? I guess we'll just have to wait and see...

What did you do this weekend?

I:

-went to some secret comedy show in Ballard with the boyfriend. Laughed a lot. Enjoyed the fact that the 10 kind of celebrity comics each only had 5 minutes of joke telling time. Perfect for the antsy people like myself.

-made blackberry bucket. It tastes like one big muffin.

-napped. A lot. Almost the entire day.

-picked even more blackberries at Discovery Park. Then saw the biggest salmon ever jumping all over the place at the Ballard Locks.

-went to Target, lost the boyfriend and bought a sweater. This might be the first time I actually bought clothes that can be seen on the outside from this world wide chain. And I don't know how I feel about that.

-decided I needed to rent a really bad movie, just to see if bad movies can actually be good. So we rented 27 Dresses and I'm convinced that romantic comedies today are totally worthless. This movie was mind-numbing.

-ran, worked out, walked around, found more blackberries.

-hiked with Cristina, her mom and Dominic. I picked this particular hike because it was next to my favorite cherry pie place, where it just so happens Twin Peaks was filmed. Later, we find out a 14 year old fell 100 feet at the same trail we hiked on. This keeps happening for some reason around here. Weird.

-rented Californication. I can't decide if I like it or not. It's good. Not great. I'm not dying to rent the second disk or anything. Maybe it's because the main character talks like the Big Lebowski and it semi bothers me.

-took another nap, walked to another park, got ready for bed, fell asleep to some crime mystery thing about a rapist in Spokane. Quickly turned off the tube and thought of unicorns skipping through yarn instead. Fell asleep within minutes.

Things I've learned while camping.

1) It is always nice.
2) Going with a group of friends you like is important.
3) Games are fun, especially when drinking in the woods.
4) If you can go tubing, then you should go tubing. That day will be the best one.
5) Always have one car go about 5 hours before you leave work. This will assure you a great spot, away from kids and dogs.
6) Go for the entire weekend. It's okay that you don't shower or wash your face. You'll be that much more excited to take a bath when you get home.
7) Don't bring everything in your house. Seriously. I can eat on pbj for breakfast, lunch and dinner. This crowd was a little bit more high brow. I kinda prefer my way just so you're not always taking things in and out of a car, but to each their own. I won't complain if someone wants to spend an hour making me Mexican Grits. No siree.
8) Bugs will happen. Just be one with it.
9) Always bring more blankets.
10) Fire is mesmerizing, no matter how many times you let someone else build one.

I've always loved camping. I think because I don't care about things like bathrooms or tv or constant stimulation. As much as I do things, I also like to do nothing. If I was a little bit more ballsy and owned a car, I'd go more often on my own. But I'm working up to that. For now, I'll keep going with friends because, well, they provide the transportation, the food and the good times.

Until next time!

You can tell how my busy I've been this week...

This weekend Seattle has some huge Pride festival, complete with guys in gag balls and whips and chains. This is actually low key compared to last weekends Solstice festival which displayed naked bikers travelling throughout the city.

And you wonder why I love this place.

I was invited to go to a Gay Porn moving night complete with banana splits and nuts and dirty drinks this Friday. It'll almost be like a bachelorette party, except no one is getting married.

So when I tell Dominic that I'm going to things like this he shakes his head. Not in disappointment, but in confusion. Why would I want to watch a pizza delivery boy flirt with the pool boy? Well, I couldn't really come up with an answer. Because it's funny? Because we're a bunch of weird girls with too much time on our hands? Beceause we've never seen two guys doing it in the butts?

Probably all our true.

Despite his uneasiness, I was excited to receive an email from him asking how many people would be in attendance to this gay porn screening. Why? Because he wants to get us all gifts! It'll be a surprise, but I'm just glad he understands. Because that's what a boyfriend should be like, right? He should understand when you want to watch gay porn with your girlfriends, eat ice cream, get drunk and knit the night away.

Mom, I think I found a winner.

I can't sit still.

Summers in Seattle are like that damn Ring in Lord of the Rings. You have to cherish every moment. Every ray of sunlight is precious. Every day above 65 is amazing.

And I take it all in. Almost too much.

My calendar is filled. Every day is set. Whether it's just roaming around at the Olympic Sculpture Park and anticipating a friend's arrival or planning what to do with Dominic's parents for the week or convincing friends to join me in a DIY boot camp or knitting or going to Gay Porn Parties to celebrate Pride week or seeing the Running of the Bulls at a new Spanish bar or camping or hiking or drinking and biking at the same time or training for a 10k or even just planning a day to relax, I'm booked until like August!

Not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but at least I know I won't be wasting the summer inside watching tv.

My Saturday was better than your Saturday

I don’t know about you, but I had the most awesome Saturday (last week) ever.

First, I woke up at 6am because my boyfriend was snoring. Wait, it gets better.

Then, I went to ALPACAPALOOZA!!!! What’s this, you ask? It’s only the most awesome festival ever. No, The Cure or Daft Punk weren’t there, but a shit ton of the cutest alpacas you’ll ever see were. I spent way too much money of the softest, brownest alpaca yarn and took so many pictures of these llama/sheep dog/freaky animals to last me awhile on my screensaver.



After that, I went to Phuket for some coconut milk soup that was oh so delicious. And the fact that I get to tell my friends to meet me at Phuket always deserves a chuckle or two.

And then, if petting alpacas for hours wasn’t exciting enough the boyfriend took me to probably the only place worth going to in Bellevue. That’s right, Skate King.

I haven’t been roller skating since I was 17 and man, oh man, things haven’t changed in 10 (okay, 12) years. Every rink is exactly the same. And the Skate King is awesome just for that very sameness.



We walk in and are immediately blasted with the smell of burnt popcorn and moldy carpet. There’s a hint of vomit in the air, because two birthday parties are wrapping up and there’s just way too many cupcakes left. Obviously they didn’t go to Trophy.

The skate handler is about 65 and gets a kick out of telling me corny jokes. The one that killed me was when he said, “I know when you were born.” And I say, “Oh yeah, when?” And he’s all, “On your birthday.” Oh, silly old man, give me my skates so I can hold hands with my boyfriend while we skate to Michael Jackson songs already, will ya.

And that’s exactly what we did for the next two hours. I’m probably the slowest skater in the world, but at least I didn’t hold on to the rails like some of those 7 year old losers.

But while I wasn’t by any means a skating master, I regained my pride by being the claw machine king (er, queen?) of the world. That’s right, I won me a motherfucking Donkey Kong stuffed animal. And it only cost the boyfriend $1.50 (3 tries). Usually I give that shit away to the kids, but the boyfriend was so amazed by my claw kicking ass ability I gave it to him instead.

A few pin ball and air hockey games later, we were pooped. It was 10pm and we were taking off our skates when ooh, is that Boyz 2 Men song I hear? But it was too late, skates were off and the skate handler told his last joke for the evening. Something about will you take my wife.

Please.

I ran. I swam. I hunted. I danced!

Let me explain last weekend to you.

On Friday after passing out in the middle of Into the Wild (good movie – read/rent it), I woke up early Saturday morning because I can’t seem to wake up late any more. Dominic got into a little hissy fit about running around Green Lake, but now that I made him it’s become his new thing.

One of those I told you so moments should get inserted somewhere.

I kinda amazed myself with the running. I couldn’t go Dominic’s pace so after one lap around, I told him I had to go once more. And I timed myself. I ran 2.8 miles in 22 minutes and some change. That’s like 7.something minutes. Now I’m no expert, but I know for shit sure that that’s a big improvement on where I was like 5 years ago when I was smoking a pack a day.

I also got brand new sneakers at the best sneaker store ever. So maybe that contributed to my brand new speed.

Afterwards, we got some of that egg coloring stuff (forgive me I’m Jewish – I don’t know what that pink box with Easter bunnies are called) and colored the shit out of some hard boiled eggs.

And after that, we went to Honk Fest West.

What is this you ask? Only the most fun festival in Ballard and Georgetown ever! Think marching bands meets hobo recycling trash cans meets lots of people dancing around in the streets and neighboring bars. It was too much fun. I was actually kinda tired and not at all drunk, and I still had the greatest time dancing around. I want them to follow me around all day, every day, for the rest of my life.

The next morning, I swam 100 laps and decided I could totally do a triathlon. But then I realized I don’t ever want to do something like that, and took a shower instead.

Finally, I ate some cereal and found an egg inside. Then I looked in my jacket and found another egg. Then I couldn’t find any more eggs and started cleaning Dominic’s apartment.

I think he's gonna start hiding eggs more often.

Another Taco Truck

After snowboarding and practically dying, I needed food. But the crap they serve at those lodges are overpriced, and not very good. Instead of spending $40 on a well-done hamburger that I asked for medium-rare, we decided to spend $4 on tacos and horchatas at a Taco Truck we haven’t tried yet.

This one was different and thus worth noting.



I had three mini tacos. Chicken, pork and CHEEK. Yes, cheek. Like the rest of that day, the theme seemed to be trying things, so why not. I’ve never eaten someone’s cheek before and I’m not quite sure where that cheek came from, but it tasted like how I expected. Kinda tough, with a tongue-like aftertaste. It wasn’t my favorite (the chicken won) but I was glad I had it.



This truck was different because it had Mexican candy, which you don’t see a lot of in Seattle. And on the other side of the truck was a wall with an interesting art piece of a UNICORN. So maybe this truck was kid friendly? But without a rugrat in sight, this seemed to make the food even better.



All in all, I have to give this Taco Truck two thumbs up. Actually, I give all the Seattle Taco Trucks two thumbs up. The only one that has let me down was the crappy truck I ate at in LA. Yet another reason not to go back there.

Snow Hurts

I decided to go snowboarding for the first time a few weeks ago. And I went in telling myself that I wouldn’t quit. No matter what.

After a quick spending spree, getting the necessary waterproof pants and Dominic's Luigi outfit we were set. Get me to thy Stevens Pass.



Well, I took lessons and had this feeling that I wasn’t getting the hang of it yet. But I decided to just go with it - with only a few tears. There was a Mom and Daughter team who quit mid-way through our lesson and looked like, well quitters, because of it. I wasn’t gonna be them! I was gonna tumble down a mountain if it killed me. But hopefully it wouldn't really kill me.

After 2 hours of lessons, Dominic and I took the ski lift. I held on for dear life awaiting my demise. And I should’ve known that things weren’t gonna be good when I immediately fell just getting off the lift. But again, I persevered.

So now I’m on this mountain and I’d go. And I’d fall. I’d get up again. Slide down a little ways and fall. Hard. On my knees. On my wrists. On my butt. Again and again.

I cried. I cursed at myself. And sometimes I laughed.

But I mainly cried because I was scared of falling. Then I started crying because I felt like I was really getting hurt. Days later, I could barely sit without aching. My poor bones hated me. And I had no bruises to show off. So I just had to except the fact that I'm a pussy. A pussy who hit her knees, wrists and butt on cement-like snow at least 5 times a piece.

I thank god for helmets.

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The one great thing I took away from this experience is that I think doing these kind of activities are a good test for relationships.

Dominic was such a trooper and didn’t get mad once. He stood by me the entire time, telling me that it’s okay. That I’ll get through it. And even pointed out the things I was improving on and how to fix the things I was fucking up. And I wasn’t getting mad at him. I was thankful for his help and patience. We were a team.

When I finally got down the mountain, an hour later, I was done. I tried it and decided it wasn’t for me. It wasn’t really the falling (oh wait, yeah it was) but it was more of sliding down a hill at high speeds. The whole heights thing freaked me out a bit and I just wanted to get to the bottom as fast (but slow) as I could.

The next few hours I enjoyed my hot chocolate and sitting by a fire, while Dominic and Miles took a few more trips down the mountain. Dominic was a total natural and has the snowboarding bug. So we agreed that from now on, I’ll be doing the snowshoeing and he’ll be risking his life on some silly snowboard.

I think that’s fair.

Lots to talk about, but I'm not talking about them...

So,

Lots have happened since I last blogged. But I can't really talk about any of them. The one thing I can talk about I'm just waiting for my lazy ass to actually upload pictures so I can really talk about it. Because it was the weirdest thing I've ever done for yarn. Ever. And I think people like Maya would be proud.

Besides that, I just spent the day outside in what has been the best winter in Seattle I've had yet. Probably the best winter I've ever had, anywhere. I don't really like places that are warm in the winter. It just doesn't feel right. But either does being stuck inside your house because of too much snow. Or sliding, rather than driving, to work. Seattle is thankfully somewhere in the middle. It's been 30s in the morning and in the 40s-50s during the day. Some days are amazingly sunny and some days are not. But I'd say the majority has been on the sunny side. So for EVERYONE who thinks Seattle is the rainiest city. I say too you, haha. You lose. And I'm glad you don't live here, cause it's getting crowded.

I had a garage sale and I didn't even care about bargaining or pricing. I would sell a skirt that cost me $5, for $5 and then I'd sell things I probably got for free for like $2. People thought I was crazy, especially in Queen Anne, where everyone is way too rich, to be selling my bongos for only $5 or a bag for only $3. But I just kept saying, I don't want it anymore. I just want to get rid of things. And now I'm so happy I did. I took all my dollar bills and bought 2 Hot Chip tickets with them! The guy selling the tickets thought I was a stripper, but showing him my tiny boobs and my inability to dance assured him I was not.

Now the Library is telling me I have to save my files before they shut down on me, so I should go back outside. Into the sun. Where things are wonderful and the signs of spring are everywhere!

Goodbye bums, hello strollers!

I moved from the ever popular Capitol Hill a few weeks. I took pictures to remember what was once the good ol' days in my hood. There was a rocky end my last month there, because apparently the bums from the University District have been pushed out, making them ALL congregate to Capitol Hill. It was getting to the point where I just didn't feel right. Or just annoyed by 30 people asking me for change, in a one block radius. 30 people, I should add, who aren't even bums, but rather 20 year olds with meth problems.

I wonder where there parents are? I wish I knew so I could slap them for not paying enough attention, or having them in the first place.

Speaking of rotten kids, I now live in a place called Queen Anne. It's a very nice community. Which to me, kinda means boring. It's pretty and right next to one of the best views in Seattle and all the restaurants are definitely of a higher quality. The clothing stores are meant for 30 year old moms who don't go to work. And no one around here can join a knitting group, because who has the time at night what with diapers and being retired?

It's safer and I don't have to deal with crazies yelling at me because they think I'm a dragon. But instead I get a lot of stay at home moms sipping their lattes while running with their stroller kids. And they all look exactly alike.

Which would I rather be in right now? It's a toss up really.

Sidewalk Etiquette

One of the things I absolutely love about Seattle is that I can walk everywhere. I can easily stroll down to Pike Place, or the library or the parks. It's fabulous really. The streets are hilly which makes for a decent work out and since I live in one of those hipster parts, I always see something or someone interesting.

The only downfall to this walking around in a city is when there is one douchebag who doesn't know proper sidewalk etiquette. You know this person. It's usually one guy who doesn't know which side to walk on. So he walks in the middle. When you try to pass him on the right, he kinda walks to the right. Then you go to the left and he walks to the left. And even though you're right behind him, breathing down his stupid neck, he doesn't notice that you want to pass. Because you walk fast, and he walks slow. Real slow. Like snail slow. You hate this person.

Or at least I do.