tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172511822024-03-06T23:01:53.658-08:00Yak Attack!Wait what?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-80502873846182830442020-10-25T22:37:00.000-07:002020-10-25T22:37:02.262-07:00Two Miles per Weekend Part 1I started a private journal during the first three months of Covid, but life got way too busy and I stopped writing. Our family has been trying to get outdoors to keep sane during this strange time. After summer camping, paddle boarding and kayaking, we've been trying walks/hikes we can all enjoy even in the cold rain and mud. We put on our boots, warm clothes and masks to tromp around in the PNW woods if we're able on the weekends. I thought it would be hard to find something three and six year old appropriate, but we've found reasonable trails each weekend during this past month.<div><br /></div><div>This weekend was Hamlin Park about 15-20 minute drive from our house and plenty of trails to make a nice little 2+ mile loop. The pictures show blue sky, but don't let that fool you....</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTk2QWwO5W4HhiNPL4uwRjFJqBIfX8B3QRFDE2KR6wGXgXFf_-qMqrfiI1g1OF1T6_KSMvZjndxmPg3dayVb4c_oYzX101TqV6qrT_e6SyWBOoU8KMKEU2l8W0qPd5NH9gN1L4/s2048/IMG_20201025_123332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTk2QWwO5W4HhiNPL4uwRjFJqBIfX8B3QRFDE2KR6wGXgXFf_-qMqrfiI1g1OF1T6_KSMvZjndxmPg3dayVb4c_oYzX101TqV6qrT_e6SyWBOoU8KMKEU2l8W0qPd5NH9gN1L4/s320/IMG_20201025_123332.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzdamOemck8kiIg2Ci27Nbp9YvMVe2pN8uXmGjV-GGELs9ZpFxcWbS1hpN2rPSUtMilbXDcEDTnkhOMXlQN783volbzMGvPqdb-QQMsSt3jHY37oar6Hv0ecJdH4hUHG8Wf-J/s2048/IMG_20201025_131934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzdamOemck8kiIg2Ci27Nbp9YvMVe2pN8uXmGjV-GGELs9ZpFxcWbS1hpN2rPSUtMilbXDcEDTnkhOMXlQN783volbzMGvPqdb-QQMsSt3jHY37oar6Hv0ecJdH4hUHG8Wf-J/s320/IMG_20201025_131934.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipWFrSqFrVCxVKUQa51y8YbnbTDipt5o4R8TPUDa8W4Ms6P-DdQt4t6GHAonQygZaqZJGOwWl400laRTrZc73-H_Nr3XKSoibSNiF-yPrdhuDDGPaszY9CAB-1RWyWpV1o_22/s2048/IMG_20201025_133931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgipWFrSqFrVCxVKUQa51y8YbnbTDipt5o4R8TPUDa8W4Ms6P-DdQt4t6GHAonQygZaqZJGOwWl400laRTrZc73-H_Nr3XKSoibSNiF-yPrdhuDDGPaszY9CAB-1RWyWpV1o_22/s320/IMG_20201025_133931.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbj7JGncW5mivIj-E-LjYBHp5u91w4WSiKze7MGPjUDq6wEn3To4YQZ9ZgVCeo2XY1W-IEYD27BdGn4KyjCXwavM-PfAiCEGIirlP8JIgBfJuYuuy5ekT7ROleb6LirunP0A2j/s2048/IMG_20201025_133938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbj7JGncW5mivIj-E-LjYBHp5u91w4WSiKze7MGPjUDq6wEn3To4YQZ9ZgVCeo2XY1W-IEYD27BdGn4KyjCXwavM-PfAiCEGIirlP8JIgBfJuYuuy5ekT7ROleb6LirunP0A2j/s320/IMG_20201025_133938.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-41440834326666195152016-09-13T21:26:00.000-07:002016-09-13T21:26:03.496-07:00First Trailer Trip!In case you haven't heard the news.....Emily agreed to let me start researching trailers now that we have our new towing vehicle and I've promised her no more tent camping! As part of this quest I've decided we should start renting a couple trailers to test the waters before buying.<br />
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Our first trailer trip started on a high note with Audrey coming down with an ear infection the week before our little trip and then on Friday morning of our trip Emily waking up with Audrey's cold. No matter she was a good sport once she couldn't convince my Mom or sister to take her place in the trailer. So we set out to South Seattle to pick up our little 1975 Bright Blue Boler!<br />
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This guy rents 4 trailers out of his Columbia City house, but I'm not sure how he stores them all. As you can maybe see there's like 2 inches on either side of his high walled driveway so my first task was to pull the trailer out without scraping it on the side while turning into a busy crowded street. The trailer was oddly clean and smell free considering it had just come back from Burning Man.<br />
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So off we went to Mt. Rainer with our little trailer weighing under 1000 lbs!<br />
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Pretty cozy for 3 of us, but worked great.<br />
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Emily's Dad came up for an afternoon from Portland and found us a nice view of Rainier.<br />
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Looking forward to the next trip with Mickey, Donald, and my little family :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-61339642925414361632015-10-11T14:57:00.001-07:002015-10-11T15:10:45.177-07:00Super Awesome Pumpkin Patch Family Photo!Time for my once a year blog post/update. Really my intent was to show the sequence of less than ideal family photos we tried to take today. Audrey just moved up in daycare to the two's room (from Koala to Kangaroo) and they asked us for a family photo to put on the wall of families in unit two. So for the last week, I've been looking at the other family photos thinking... ok I got this, 1) find a picturesque location, 2) make sure Emily takes sunglasses to avoid her classic eyes shut pose, 3) get Audrey to stay in one position for the 10 seconds the camera timer needs for set up. No problem!
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Picture 1 aka Waiting for Emily
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Picture 2 aka the grass is the most exciting thing here
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<br> Picture 3 aka the grass is definitely more fun than Moms
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<br>Picture 4 aka the chair won't stop me from moving<br>
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<br>Picture 5 aka not this again<br>
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<br> Picture 6 aka put me down dammit!<br>
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<br> Picture 7 - untitled
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Picture 8 - only way to keep Audrey still....
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Here's a couple more from the night before...<br>
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<br><br><h4><center>"Hey! What the H is this?!"</center></h4>
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<br><br><h4><center>"Not comfortable!"</center></h4>
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<br><br><h4><center>"I'm not sure I like this..."</center></h4>
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<br><br><h4><center>"Seriously? We're doing this?"</center></h4>
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<br><br><h4><center>"You know I can't hold my own neck up right?"</center></h4>
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<br><br><h4><center>"Is this cute enough?"</center></h4>
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<br><br><h4><center>"JAZZ HANDS!!!!!"</center></h4>
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<br><br><h4><center>"Your trunk is hitting me!"</center></h4>
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<br><br><h4><center>"I want outta here!"</center></h4>
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<br><br><h4><center>"Take Two"</center></h4>
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So this update is for the three people that have my blog on rss feed, yes you, you know who you are...<br /><br />I'll start with most recent happenings first<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><br />1) Today - bus adventures</span><br />Another fun bus adventure today. I learned a couple new facts on today's bus ride coming back from campus:<br /><br />Fact 1) The craziest people ride the 48 on a Saturday afternoon.<br />Fact 2) The crazy people all sit in the front of the bus right in that area with the three seats facing each other and the two sets of two facing front.<br />Fact 3) Crazy people recognize crazy and all start talking to each other.<br />Fact 4) Crazy people own guns at a higher rate than do normal people.<br />Fact 5) Crazy people lie, really you have 2 ex-wives, three girlfriends and a friend's girlfriend after you?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">2) Thursday night 3pm</span> - 4 popular restaurants 2 blocks away from our house burnt down<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">3) This summer</span> - two old Eugene friends moved back into town<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwHFdYz1ru9QF06cZFv2LQazkWuBB7nZk5k2lONx9DD1pJVRokl-hheNJ-HM_MghLRCoS9eiAZ7UKS9alI-9jBx4VhBriXkjt1-shaKYUnVlQ51AgVXQqRqDrYoGNeEGfiNoa/s1600-h/Joseph.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwHFdYz1ru9QF06cZFv2LQazkWuBB7nZk5k2lONx9DD1pJVRokl-hheNJ-HM_MghLRCoS9eiAZ7UKS9alI-9jBx4VhBriXkjt1-shaKYUnVlQ51AgVXQqRqDrYoGNeEGfiNoa/s200/Joseph.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396273369668303074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVrBrOcWBEU1Rzoo4E4ha-xnNibu5PhBes2UgYvDawuMufe8XmW_oxhl9RZV4tsc1Wyj88jQVxXSDbO9ddoRmf0W3n_Smh6tfXFK37j13HdoDqTG6eEC1AomQj-hbQvj-0-zA7/s1600-h/jeph.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVrBrOcWBEU1Rzoo4E4ha-xnNibu5PhBes2UgYvDawuMufe8XmW_oxhl9RZV4tsc1Wyj88jQVxXSDbO9ddoRmf0W3n_Smh6tfXFK37j13HdoDqTG6eEC1AomQj-hbQvj-0-zA7/s200/jeph.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396273800492016754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">4) This summer</span> - Then one old Eugene friend moved out of town.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwHFdYz1ru9QF06cZFv2LQazkWuBB7nZk5k2lONx9DD1pJVRokl-hheNJ-HM_MghLRCoS9eiAZ7UKS9alI-9jBx4VhBriXkjt1-shaKYUnVlQ51AgVXQqRqDrYoGNeEGfiNoa/s1600-h/Joseph.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwHFdYz1ru9QF06cZFv2LQazkWuBB7nZk5k2lONx9DD1pJVRokl-hheNJ-HM_MghLRCoS9eiAZ7UKS9alI-9jBx4VhBriXkjt1-shaKYUnVlQ51AgVXQqRqDrYoGNeEGfiNoa/s200/Joseph.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396273369668303074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />5) Emily and I b<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKe9iKpnqWT40BAs9mJzPVHbbEQ4VUItq0-plLKGGGDDOV1_tyPpavgC6VfutkvlecESI6lfCDT-rao3Ma2PB_dxVCB2k08aqF-M3ncn-QT-CwwIajANtzh35vqTfFl0uhaLH/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKe9iKpnqWT40BAs9mJzPVHbbEQ4VUItq0-plLKGGGDDOV1_tyPpavgC6VfutkvlecESI6lfCDT-rao3Ma2PB_dxVCB2k08aqF-M3ncn-QT-CwwIajANtzh35vqTfFl0uhaLH/s200/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396275049476242690" border="0" /></a>ought a new camera for our honeymoon - it has a smile function that we tried out on all our friends. I think it stopped working...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />6) After almost two years of wedding bliss Emily and I decided to go on our honeymoon<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAO74WRR6TM4-dGX21wim5-2lwk_CTV3gtXSZ2QRMXijXyN6ApYtpfkAOwtL5tA4edTvZoKqXyltEi4ZrVReat6Ndziov-e6cGrG6fdtDfivIyaxQIwsejtoXjnZqdl8Oj6jgh/s1600-h/DSC00183+-+park+sunset.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAO74WRR6TM4-dGX21wim5-2lwk_CTV3gtXSZ2QRMXijXyN6ApYtpfkAOwtL5tA4edTvZoKqXyltEi4ZrVReat6Ndziov-e6cGrG6fdtDfivIyaxQIwsejtoXjnZqdl8Oj6jgh/s200/DSC00183+-+park+sunset.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396276620315499602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br />7) I switched jobs and now work for the University of Washington.<br /><br />8) This is taking too long, I've only just reached what happened since July!<br /><br />9) Feb through July = work + school + work + school<br /><br />The endUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-507139490039947322009-02-17T21:09:00.000-08:002009-02-17T22:03:23.727-08:00reading, reading, writing, writing, writing, old peopleI figure since I have three papers due this week, why not waste a little more time writing. Only this time I can talk about fun mindless things. Forgive me friends, it's been 8 months since I have written....and now you say what have you done in the past 8 months? Well I can't even remember, but I know there was some interesting stuff that happened. I guess I could try and tell you 8 highlights in the last 8 months.....<br /><br />1) I spent the autumn months learning public policy management frameworks<br />Framework: a basic conceptual structure used to solve or address complex issues <br /><br />2) I became fascinated with the Snuggie<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />3)My band played at an old folks homes for a Valentine's day dance and I was paid with Valentine's pudding and blush wine (that tasted like punch and made my trombone taste funny). I wanted the pink peppermint ice cream instead of the pudding, but sadly they had run out. It was pretty fun, there was a man dressed up as a large heart and a lipstick contest.<br /><br />4)I discovered Cara Cara oranges, so tasty!<br /><br />5)I made a song with songsmith<br /><br />6)I finished the whole season of MTV's A Double Shot At Love (why? I don't know but my mind needed a night off after reading about framework after framework in managing the public policy process, does anyone really think stakeholder analysis is a framework? Isn't it just common sense? I guess I could write a paper about how to efficiently squeeze toothpaste out of a tube and call it a framework...)<br /><br />7) I made a haiku<br />black cat stares at me<br />mind melding will get my food<br />or i scratch your face<br />(actually I just made that up now because I need an eight things and I'm coming up short)<br /><br />8) Emily made a limerick too (she is studying for her generals and needs a break from reading about the medial rostral prefrontal cortex aka nerdular nerdance)<br />there once was a small stripey beast<br />who only wanted to feast<br />he demanded his kibble<br />but then wouldn't nibble<br />and my patience was soon decreasedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-42965898814943499142008-06-21T09:06:00.000-07:002008-06-21T10:32:36.469-07:00What do gun shows, starting a nonprofit, suprapattellar bursitis, grad school and a Japanese Maple have in common?ME!!!!!!!<br /><br />I haven't written in a while so I figure let's get caught up on my life for the two people that regularly read this not so well updated blog (Emily and maybe Eric since he's probably the only person that's commented more than once).<br /><br />Starting with gun shows....No not the kind that shoot bullets, those I'm not a fan of in any form! Lately Emily has an obsession with gun jokes (you know the guns in your arms) so she's been going around collecting them from anybody who has one to share. Oddly enough a lot of people know different ones, kind of like the aristocrats joke. Here are some good ones she got out of people:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Emily</span>: Do you have tickets yet?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Confused unsuspecting person</span>: Huh? What?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Emily</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">flexing her muscles</span>): TO THE GUN SHOW!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Greg</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">my bandmate's hubby and master griller</span>): Do you know of a good vet?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Emily</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">giggling</span>): No<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Greg</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">flexing his muscles</span>): BECAUSE THESE PYTHONS ARE SICK!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">April </span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">soccer pal and soon to be lesbian ska bandmate</span>): Do you have a needle and thread?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Karen </span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">confused</span>): I dunno, I think Emily has that with her craft crap?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">April </span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">flexing her muscles</span>): BECAUSE I'M RIPPED!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ave</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">soccer pal and crazy good potter</span>): Have you heard the weather forecast?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Karen </span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">putting her hand out to gauge the weather</span>): eh?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ave </span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">flexing one bicep, then the other</span>): IT'S GONNA BE THUNDER AND LIGHTENING<br /><br />Starting a nonprofit... After starting to make a little money in the women's jazz band (<a href="http://www.myspace.com/moodswings2">http://www.myspace.com/moodswings2</a>) I helped found a couple years ago we figure we better get our finances in order and start a business or nonprofit to protect ourselves from lawsuits, tax stuff, etc. Starting a nonprofit is a TON of paperwork and involves a lot of collaboration with a band that's gotten to be almost 20 people large with a ton of occasional subs. But we're thriving and playing around town quite a bit this summer and that's super fun.<br /><br />Suprapattellar bursitis...I'm so so careful now when playing soccer, but the other weekend when a dude twice my size came in from the side of me (after me taking control of the ball) and knocked my planted leg (from the inside no less) almost all the way around, it took me out of playing for a couple weeks. Luckily it's nothing too serious, but it makes you wonder if people really are "playing for fun."<br /><br />Grad School! In the middle of starting a nonprofit, playing in bands, soccer, and my full time job I start grad school at the University of Washington in the fall. I'm super exciting because the program (masters of public administration) lets you choose a focus (policy evaluation is mine) and take classes in other departments as well as their public affairs department. So I can take really nerdy quantitative classes in the econ or math department if I want!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpFEOLS35xw_kfhyRsMbbN_gA7t_VA1Ajz_068bI3F7YqplVk0nh9-BEfOkokLNsCvS7YNJdpRlx7XSToaHUtX8OChcf1i_1UaGNiKvR5AP91aM2LpKsEaxw_1pQEHo2INgzW/s1600-h/DSCN4642.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHpFEOLS35xw_kfhyRsMbbN_gA7t_VA1Ajz_068bI3F7YqplVk0nh9-BEfOkokLNsCvS7YNJdpRlx7XSToaHUtX8OChcf1i_1UaGNiKvR5AP91aM2LpKsEaxw_1pQEHo2INgzW/s320/DSCN4642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214387612908125634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Last but not least in the latest happenings is that my brother and mom came for a visit a couple weekends ago and decided to rip out our tiny garden. Which was a good thing because the tiny plants the builder put in were totally random and ugly.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf07K5dA3QA2yZ_E3AFUTQeMC3D4slFdO-yT0hBvkl9WR1L8cQ0Avc5EoSYTshN4kldZa3HE2S4Za-zncvUNbMb_Bz23AD7eLxQUgWAxeNbgo2igkt6mnizQqvVqpffFDG1BRW/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf07K5dA3QA2yZ_E3AFUTQeMC3D4slFdO-yT0hBvkl9WR1L8cQ0Avc5EoSYTshN4kldZa3HE2S4Za-zncvUNbMb_Bz23AD7eLxQUgWAxeNbgo2igkt6mnizQqvVqpffFDG1BRW/s320/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214386407180751426" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's kind of a weird angle, but this is what our tiny yard looks like from our balcony, we need to get some more color but after 9 hedges, a japanese maple, hydrangea, and transplanting our tiny Rhody we were tired. When I say we, I mean my brother because my scrawny arms only dug 3 of the 12 holes...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-42568511709346691352008-01-29T19:30:00.000-08:002008-01-29T20:47:14.184-08:00Knitting can be fun...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y4uvq_ulIhcQluSpZopwmo7O6WfA2HJh7b3agn1W6YIeQjI8rA4Po-Xx6ezEhb9Uk0ImA6xeA6M9J_eGofUayzMnKBHSHpcc-0MwjB-n_LdQvxHOsSDPw78Xasdu480-GJkW/s1600-h/DSCN4566.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y4uvq_ulIhcQluSpZopwmo7O6WfA2HJh7b3agn1W6YIeQjI8rA4Po-Xx6ezEhb9Uk0ImA6xeA6M9J_eGofUayzMnKBHSHpcc-0MwjB-n_LdQvxHOsSDPw78Xasdu480-GJkW/s200/DSCN4566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161121813949325474" border="0" /></a>Shocking I know, but I may have crossed over to the dark side...After a few years of Emily telling me how fun knitting is and I should try it, I finally picked back up the scarf I started for my mom over two years ago. You wouldn't think knitting is very hard, but man I was so pissed every row I knit had a different number of stitches that I pulled out most of what I had done and left it in the back of Emily's oversized knitting cabinet. Some of the girls on my soccer team wanted to start a knitting group so I volunteered our house for the inaugoural meeting. I thought why not, Emily comes to my soccer games and knits so I should bring my soccer team here and maybe we'd knit while she juggles a soccer ball....Well we couldn't convince her to do that, but it was still fun anyway.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hF3sxmUm13ahEpK7reI7r7aB0EHhBrH2yVqt4OJZjySU2SijApdPeOrCbdUXuXQznwjMCl7iI27SjxRkC9TKQPCf6p6HGaAQVSAW-2kIBLmjJy2iQCjJJdDgdmUhHgr1cuF4/s1600-h/DSCN4561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hF3sxmUm13ahEpK7reI7r7aB0EHhBrH2yVqt4OJZjySU2SijApdPeOrCbdUXuXQznwjMCl7iI27SjxRkC9TKQPCf6p6HGaAQVSAW-2kIBLmjJy2iQCjJJdDgdmUhHgr1cuF4/s200/DSCN4561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161123304302977202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjEECaO_gogyzUnokMDySH0Gnpe9B4pj8zOdO8ehUWQMNQbm5tgFxmOSHYQ1pBBOnwMyMRsYXAi7STed6ECwiSFgO9BBfeKsRPu8t6TqbtJsMN5hRgP9tlGG8teCkpcPDhoqL/s1600-h/DSCN4564.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjEECaO_gogyzUnokMDySH0Gnpe9B4pj8zOdO8ehUWQMNQbm5tgFxmOSHYQ1pBBOnwMyMRsYXAi7STed6ECwiSFgO9BBfeKsRPu8t6TqbtJsMN5hRgP9tlGG8teCkpcPDhoqL/s200/DSCN4564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161123557706047682" border="0" /></a>In other exciting news, we got some crazy snow at our house. Sadly, it melted before I had a chance for snowangels. Our poor plants look so sad in the snow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-6250616226076139142007-11-04T21:22:00.000-08:002007-11-11T08:59:34.322-08:00My big fat gay wedding!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjru0VGAk3RV4msQhFdBiAE_bywbhf-Dk7_V80xxxAAe2TrInz_BQYky_zoIisZ7EUdXvsqxqTmSP_kuf7JUFOiOUDaW6767zpByaFQmBY79BYkLWafNU6O0iN6WF2a1-Z7riZc/s1600-h/rings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjru0VGAk3RV4msQhFdBiAE_bywbhf-Dk7_V80xxxAAe2TrInz_BQYky_zoIisZ7EUdXvsqxqTmSP_kuf7JUFOiOUDaW6767zpByaFQmBY79BYkLWafNU6O0iN6WF2a1-Z7riZc/s320/rings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129223762816201650" border="0" /></a>I had to take back my last blog entry title because clearly our wedding was one of the best days of my life! Suffice to say, it far outweighed my excitement at finding cinamon granola bars in their own package.<br /><br />We haven't gotten our photographer's pictures back yet, but we did have a couple friends take some photos if you want a peek.<br /><pre><tt><tt><a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/gp/59583776@N00/6cmD02"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194800193_0">http://www.flickr.com/gp/59583776@N00/6cmD02</span></a></tt><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://jbarker.net/Gallery/v/Events/Karen_Emily_Wedding/"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194800124_0">http://jbarker.net/Gallery/v/Events/Karen_Emily_Wedding/</span></a><br /></tt><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.tangiblize.net/gallery2/main.php?g2_itemId=4208"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194800155_0">http://www.tangiblize.net/gallery2/main.php?g2_itemId=4208</span></a><br /></pre><br />After careful planning and execution of our best day ever, Emily and I came up with a little advise for those of your out there planning our own gay wedding. As you may notice, a lot of this may apply to straight weddings too...<br /><br />How to make a gay wedding:<br /><br />Wedding day preparation advice:<br />1) Feed your peeps (or "bridal party" in traditional terms) before they help decorate. This will increase their physical strength as well as mental <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">acuity</span> for tasks such as hanging paper lanterns on 10-12 foot high cross beams.<br /><br />2) If you get your hair done, make sure you do it in the morning and not right before the wedding. You don't want to borrow your soon to be father-in-law's car (because yours has two large kegs to get to the reception site during your scheduled hair appointment) and then park it in front of a fire hydrant because there is nowhere else to park and you're already 15 minutes late to your appointment. Sorry I'm late...do you mind if we sit in the chair that faces that fire hydrant out front while you do my hair? Oh yea and my hair is crazy thick and I only have 30 minutes for you to make me pretty.<br /><br />3) Do not attempt to completely wash a new dress for your sister less than 2 hours before the wedding in case it won't dry on time. If you must wash the dress, spot clean any mud that may have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">occurred</span> due to transport issues from the car to the house.<br /><br />4) If you are the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">officiant</span> and you haven't changed into your suit, make sure it stays with you until transport to the site.<br /><br />5) There is a reason for rehearsal dinners besides the food, but if you don't have one the time right before the wedding starts will work too.<br /><br />6) Make sure you have a friend good with hair and make-up help you get ready.<br /><br />7) Taking pictures in the sand looks super cool, but = sand in your shoes so you might want to take those off...<br /><br />Advice for the cocktail hour<br /><br />1) Having a cocktail hour before the wedding ceremony = awesome squared!<br /><br />2) Drinking wine before the ceremony helps with the nerves<br /><br />3) Drinking wine before the ceremony may cause inadvertent admissions of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tipsiness</span> to co-workers, supervisors, and/or new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">in laws</span> that aren't accustom to drinking with you and your friends<br /><br />The ceremony<br /><br />1) Practice vows the night before to avoid crying or laughing during your partner's turn. It seriously works; that and after I told Emily my vows rhymed she needed to approve them first. I don't know why, I always write things in good taste.<br /><br />2) Think long and hard about the promises you make in your vows because you'll have to live by them the REST of your LIFE. I really wrestled with the promises of shoes and expensive yarn in my vows, but I figure we're pretty even because she promised not call me Kare-bear in front of my athlete friends. And in my opinion, one "Kare-bear" <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">in front</span> of my friends = 1 less pair of shoes or yarn.<br /><br />Reception<br />1) Stop talking and eat<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXU9t_nBv4LIfo_scpXKWMpTQCz-T8n39OG8TpB8MmgbCKZ0tdlgPg_7PogkaFWMbSdyM3Mr3tKH8nvz4X0P-C2x11sSM3Fq8D6SSXKgRAurUbvei_Y8c3_MRyJt3k2-LZBSbi/s1600-h/1680669686_edb982ea72_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXU9t_nBv4LIfo_scpXKWMpTQCz-T8n39OG8TpB8MmgbCKZ0tdlgPg_7PogkaFWMbSdyM3Mr3tKH8nvz4X0P-C2x11sSM3Fq8D6SSXKgRAurUbvei_Y8c3_MRyJt3k2-LZBSbi/s320/1680669686_edb982ea72_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129244816745886690" border="0" /></a><br />2) Practice dancing in your new shoes before buying them. This may be a bit embarrassing and you might get weird stares as your partner quickly hides behind a rack of gray warm wool sweaters. If you can't dance in 6 inch heels, don't buy them no matter how sexy they look.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRrNgIkIL1ZsA3uWVNpjvsQxE6MvyxKD5nG74ooIT0Gh3zQdkWf2PHiXYtF7avS2iSmxYbufPb61WmTXuIpnvaIxyW4AcrgmaqmndVpxA4dL-p2j8xRwEBqb0QMAx42A2i3Fb/s1600-h/smash+sequence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRrNgIkIL1ZsA3uWVNpjvsQxE6MvyxKD5nG74ooIT0Gh3zQdkWf2PHiXYtF7avS2iSmxYbufPb61WmTXuIpnvaIxyW4AcrgmaqmndVpxA4dL-p2j8xRwEBqb0QMAx42A2i3Fb/s320/smash+sequence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129242385794397122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />3) Use forks for the traditional "first bite" of cake (or cupcake in our case). Your partner can't safely jam a fork with cake up your nose so they won't try it. No matter how sweet and innocent your new bride may look, they still might have the thirst for a cake smashing (even after being advised by her father against it). You wouldn't believe how bad <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">snickerdoodle</span> frosting tastes up your nose...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgH7cI_2SbwbI6gaJWP7m-KqjWXyRLVtnt6tFS7NBfIZyAvpn3RqJox_Yz3GIFHpN5CWtN7hhhIIhCAVi1iURnKC8JcJxFDMnTjJw7ligMZmJyseHQOPdaqudU0udfsaqP1iYE/s1600-h/car.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgH7cI_2SbwbI6gaJWP7m-KqjWXyRLVtnt6tFS7NBfIZyAvpn3RqJox_Yz3GIFHpN5CWtN7hhhIIhCAVi1iURnKC8JcJxFDMnTjJw7ligMZmJyseHQOPdaqudU0udfsaqP1iYE/s200/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129243639924847570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />4) When a large number of your prankster friends all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">disappear</span> at the same time, be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">suspicious</span> they are up to no good with your car.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-45319395485501941522007-09-05T18:13:00.000-07:002007-11-04T21:22:26.388-08:002nd best day of my frickin' lifeSometimes good things happen to good people after all!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2bmX0n3nR2LmRxw8HzVpLIANdfE_LApCXOhwJutSHdq8w3p1wzw4ICtZO_5yFRwkXiNGCXGdctMp2f8MG9Burgba9I2WjVnJwHo95Xn3svPFN1nbAp60mT7I1-MKqOTMPThD/s1600-h/heart+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2bmX0n3nR2LmRxw8HzVpLIANdfE_LApCXOhwJutSHdq8w3p1wzw4ICtZO_5yFRwkXiNGCXGdctMp2f8MG9Burgba9I2WjVnJwHo95Xn3svPFN1nbAp60mT7I1-MKqOTMPThD/s320/heart+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106902064104140642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The background</span><br />I guess I'll have to fill you in on a little background to start with. You know those nature valley granola bars you always see at the store? You can usually buy them in a pack of plain or variety and occasionally peanut butter. Recently they've come out with some new flavors and variations on their original like maple and brown <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sugar</span>. Well anyway, I've always been in love with with cinnamon kind so for the past few years I'll buy the variety pack that has cinnamon, peanut butter and oats 'N honey. I gobble up the ever so tasty cinnamon and leave the others for Emily, which I might add doesn't work so well. She sometimes eats the peanut butter ones, but she's just not a huge fan. For maybe 5 years now I have searched in vain at every grocery story store (and targets I might add) to find a box of only cinnamon ones. Poor Emily is a little bored with my whining when I find only peanut butter and oats N' honey with their own boxes. What I want to know is who is their statistician that decided people prefer peanut butter over cinnamon, it's just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ludicrous</span>! I'll run a focus group, survey, whatever they need to show them the error of their granola bar ways for Free.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maple and Brown Sugar Pushes out Cinnamon</span><br />Over the last couple of years there's this new flavor on the block, maple brown sugar, and they've been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">substituting</span> it for the cinnamon in the variety packs, much to my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">chagrin</span>. To add insult to injury they even started selling this new kind in its own box. Outrageous right?! Just think how <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">upsetting</span> this is after years of having to buy stupid peanut butter and oats N' honey to get to my cinnamon.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Breakthrough</span><br />On Monday, labor day, Emily and I stop at a grocery store, one of theses <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">indy</span> stores, not a Safeway or Whole Foods, after some marathon outlet clothes shopping trip (another story in and of itself). So I'm hungry, tired, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">delusional</span> from the screaming of children and trying to help Emily pick out grown up clothes for her new practicum at the hospital. The first day she violated every dress code with long hair, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dangly</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">earrings</span>, open toed shoes and who knows what else. I guess they don't want you wearing things people can grab? But I digress, so in this very random store I notice a sale on the Nature Valley variety pack (2 for 5 dollars), so I happily pick it up only to notice that once again maple brown sugar has squeezed out cinnamon. As usual I start to complain to Emily about the unfairness of my cinnamon granola bar free life. As I'm going into my usual tirade, with other shoppers looking on, Emily shuts me up by pointing at the box of cinnamon only granola bars sitting right next to the variety pack. I took every pack left they had (only 4, damn it). Best day of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">frickin</span>' life!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-12779082831862562052007-08-12T23:08:00.000-07:002007-08-12T23:18:38.559-07:00Moodswingin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGIdJHibNmhIx6BGjd0hYvISHPwGhg7vJfIrUhoC2So1SmDt8QxhSAyrXM9ptl27M5z5Qfl_wIomzOD21Hr-H3b-QbcoAa0cIpNnlu20qIUwK_ZxDAQifrHEfFlc7pY-WVptsK/s1600-h/Band+Rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGIdJHibNmhIx6BGjd0hYvISHPwGhg7vJfIrUhoC2So1SmDt8QxhSAyrXM9ptl27M5z5Qfl_wIomzOD21Hr-H3b-QbcoAa0cIpNnlu20qIUwK_ZxDAQifrHEfFlc7pY-WVptsK/s320/Band+Rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098064958659529650" border="0" /></a>The all women's jazz band (The Moodswings) I helped to start after moving to Seattle has been getting pretty busy this summer even if a bunch of our outside gigs have dumped rain on us. This pic pretty much says it all; it's gray, rainy and our most dedicated fan is a little boy in a rain slicker with his balloon. Not only that but iit looks like a frown on his face, but I'm sure he's enjoying himself. I mean he's got a cool balloon at least...You can see the saxes in the background a bit getting drenched.<br /><br /><br />We recorded a demo CD a while ago and I finally got it up on our myspace page so y'all should check it out:<br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/moodswings2"><span style="padding: 2px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: normal;">myspace.com/moodswings2</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/moodswings2"><span style="padding: 2px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: normal;"></span></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-17877867880022310022007-07-14T10:42:00.000-07:002007-07-14T10:54:10.747-07:00Boeing's DreamlinerMy sister works on the new Boeing 787 and had an extra ticket to their big roll out event so I got to see the new plane. I have to admit, it seems pretty fancy with it's bigger windows and humidity controled cabin tempurature. I think they even have some fancy lighting stuff and some kind of stableizer thing so no more pesky turbulence (come on, who doesn't love a little turbulence). We braved waiting in a huge line for buses to take us to the hanger. Definately longer than a Disneyland line, but at least no screaming kids or people in stuffed animal suits were there. Wouldn't that have been funny... a big stuffed plane walking up to people, ha ha. Serioulsy though here's a pic of the line:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiVHVoNlcSbXPvXmpekqZBum8al_11ie_y_FvfkEHhRP0QnzNLDF4hvoo2VnyLF27G_iRh_DwYuRrlcqLJRVv03srSx8FwzHigaOt-DtGdT3k3cBti_WDU-WTJSDFLYFM2xe2m/s1600-h/Boeing+Line.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiVHVoNlcSbXPvXmpekqZBum8al_11ie_y_FvfkEHhRP0QnzNLDF4hvoo2VnyLF27G_iRh_DwYuRrlcqLJRVv03srSx8FwzHigaOt-DtGdT3k3cBti_WDU-WTJSDFLYFM2xe2m/s320/Boeing+Line.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087111139903660594" border="0" /></a><br />The line was worth it though because you never get to take cameras inside (even on family day) and I got a couple good shots of the new plane:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tH88oo75qpduYUAFTBU82ZfWLi6-y0aidT_Cg-S_OOflWjkHMtTbOLGXfrebHlHqlbOIbtvz7s_B3U-c3df-OoW53G33-2SFATzlNvInvrUp_hXYZT3WnJdKe_ledHNx84wl/s1600-h/787+Dreamliner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tH88oo75qpduYUAFTBU82ZfWLi6-y0aidT_Cg-S_OOflWjkHMtTbOLGXfrebHlHqlbOIbtvz7s_B3U-c3df-OoW53G33-2SFATzlNvInvrUp_hXYZT3WnJdKe_ledHNx84wl/s320/787+Dreamliner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087111582285292098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlXMczTit9C7hIAsQifGTXKKiNgsdxjGC01G7Ee7IDJ3QQi_7WQUDOUD2APAl6DNt4xGBjLuuhmCrh7mhoKpUih9WQc8ubaUALEZ04aZ74lWsy1G0eABJSNXFZn5JtNZx1Pfs/s1600-h/787+Dreamliner+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlXMczTit9C7hIAsQifGTXKKiNgsdxjGC01G7Ee7IDJ3QQi_7WQUDOUD2APAl6DNt4xGBjLuuhmCrh7mhoKpUih9WQc8ubaUALEZ04aZ74lWsy1G0eABJSNXFZn5JtNZx1Pfs/s400/787+Dreamliner+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087112071911563858" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-45530281149796925622007-06-02T10:06:00.000-07:002007-06-02T10:14:44.485-07:00Perhaps You Forgot!That's the title of the letter I recieved from the Advocate. They've been trying for some time now to get me to renew my subscription. I think my subscription was up over a half year ago and they still send me the magazines along with these fun little letters. I think May was actually the first month they stopped sending me the magazine and since, I have missed these little letters. Here's the last one I recieved...<br /><br />Dear Karen,<br />This morning I was handed a short list of subscribers who failed to send in their renewal instructions. These are readers to whom we must, regrettably, stop sending the magazine.<br /><br />Your name was on the list.<br /><br />My first reaction was that this must be some sort of oversight, that our previous reminders somehow did not reach you.<br /><br />If, however, you've decided now to renew - or if you are still weighing the decision - I urge you to consider the following:<br /><br /> In today's changing world, your "need to know" has never<br /> been greater. And the capacity of The Advocate to help<br /> you meet that need is unequalled.<br /><br />I would hate to leave even one subscriber behind without making this one extra effort.<br /><br />For your convenience, I have provided a specially marked renewal form and a postage paid reply envelope with this letter. Please fill it out and send it in today.<br /><br />Sincerly,<br />Joe Landry<br />Publisher<br /><br />My favorite line is:<br />"My first reaction was that this must be some sort of oversight, that our previous reminders somehow did not reach you." I love how it's so personal like "gasp, I can't believe that you wouldn't renew, there MUST be some mistake!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-51507026333338457602007-05-24T19:42:00.000-07:002007-05-24T20:12:53.591-07:00Fortune CookieTonight's fortune cookie: "A pound of pluck is worth a ton of luck."<br /><br />My band finally recorded our first demo! Check it out on our myspace page:<br />http://www.myspace.com/moodswings2Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-48614917100110794992007-05-02T21:52:00.000-07:002007-05-02T21:54:43.980-07:00Frickin' Awesome!Sweet! A trombone buddy of mine sent this to me.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHw8P8NnUvI"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHw8P8NnUvI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />For another fun one check out trombone fun with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvf-ptr2T8U">Mario Bros</a>:Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-12035053432271410752007-04-29T14:20:00.000-07:002007-04-29T14:45:55.351-07:00So we bought a house...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvnvyH4EAsdvhyphenhyphenyBdh-s1fBn8fYViVioRDxP3ncocotYtQKAVal4fG3kl45a1Y4S8nOb_Y5vMCrTWAO6BKpZ6lNnMXubJK5i4jRgJtWX_y0LYDtnmtK1_jVFHdJ6rybhHwlBY/s1600-h/Front+House+blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvnvyH4EAsdvhyphenhyphenyBdh-s1fBn8fYViVioRDxP3ncocotYtQKAVal4fG3kl45a1Y4S8nOb_Y5vMCrTWAO6BKpZ6lNnMXubJK5i4jRgJtWX_y0LYDtnmtK1_jVFHdJ6rybhHwlBY/s320/Front+House+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058964493540484066" border="0" /></a><br />So Emily and I have been looking for a little over a month to buy a house and finally by some miracle our fourth offer was accepted. All over the news, the housing market is dropping, all except the crazy pacific NW which has gone way high. And why not, rain, clouds and crappy weather is so great! We lost three houses before this one; the second house we actually bid over, but not enough because someone bid $40K over! This house, the address was listed incorrectly and the measly four pictures on the web was of the unit next door (and they weren't great pictures). So we're grateful the realtor wasn't a good marketer. Anyway we're super excited to actually have our own place where we don't have to hear our neighbors or have a landlord. I mean, don't get me wrong we love the place we're renting, but it's the little things. Like the guy that lives in our basement is in his fourties and has lived there for 10 years. He's got joint custody of a screaming toddler and an <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpGCJqLPo5B00xpTEtQOlHnYJyzwmesP998Wy6qnDAshkYuillEti_L0IfZdYVRlkK7ED-XeupAx-5VplBSUhZ5D88snB8Z51LnRzO8d0dFwjv_llY16QvBUFMaGp1H22GG3X/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpGCJqLPo5B00xpTEtQOlHnYJyzwmesP998Wy6qnDAshkYuillEti_L0IfZdYVRlkK7ED-XeupAx-5VplBSUhZ5D88snB8Z51LnRzO8d0dFwjv_llY16QvBUFMaGp1H22GG3X/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058967585916937202" border="0" /></a>on again off again girlfriend who regularly has the consumption (or some sort of hacking cough). Plus the incessant mix of shot em' up video games along with Aladdin "you've got a friend" music. I can't complain too much, we've occasionally done some clog dancing, etc. but ah well. Our own place is exciting!<br />Here's a link to more <a href="http://students.washington.edu/kemath/newhouseweb/">random pics</a>.<br />It's a townhouse close to our school and work bus lines. It has a tiny yard which is good and bad since the upside is no gardening and the downside is no yard (I guess could you could say that about a house too though), but it's clean and new and we won't have to do any work except by curtains.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0_ZYl8yyDweHB95e1a6fJcFVTD8If0ANAj9f4RK4ZdZ4g140jnITjBuB7Bu3_ACxyQRmM7Ew8Wr2zOcHbJV2q1gOz2nrq0DVHJvFmtbb2ssO4xoXOtAu9dGuuwKGmC5nV_qfC/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0_ZYl8yyDweHB95e1a6fJcFVTD8If0ANAj9f4RK4ZdZ4g140jnITjBuB7Bu3_ACxyQRmM7Ew8Wr2zOcHbJV2q1gOz2nrq0DVHJvFmtbb2ssO4xoXOtAu9dGuuwKGmC5nV_qfC/s320/blog3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058968865817191426" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-69736375021017655432007-04-15T09:40:00.000-07:002007-04-15T10:03:25.392-07:00Home buying, wedding planning, and more exciting bus storiesI know I haven't written for over a month, but I do have an excuse.... Emily and I decided that this would be the perfect time to start house hunting. I mean it's not like we're busy or anything right? Emily's trying to do her 2nd year project at school and just started taking on her second client while. I'm taking a class as well as working full time and playing in two bands and a soccer team. My class is located in the University Hospital since it's taught by an Epidemiologist in the Health Services department (survey research methods), so it took a little time getting used to going to a hospital for class. I keep looking for the cast of Grey's Anatomy in the hallways, but alas they aren't there. At least the bathrooms are nicer in the hospital and there's elevators to get to class. I guess there are some advantages to having class in the hospital.<br /><br />Oh yea and we're supposed to be planning a wedding (I wish the damn thing would plan itself). Oct. 20th seems so far away so we'll have plenty of time... By the way, if anyone has any fun pictures of Emily and I for our wedding slide show send them our way.<br /><br />Ok here's the fun bus story for the month. Unfortunately, I'm not able to take credit for this bus story as I'm merely parroting what Emily has relayed to me.<br /><br /> So these two dudes (probably in their late 20s) in house painter clothes are standing in the middle of the bus because it's crowded and they can't sit down. They start having a conversation and the tall one says out of the blue<br />"you know, I don't really like shampoo"<br />and the short dude says<br />"yea, I don't really wash my hair all the time"<br />and the tall dude says<br />"yea"<br />and the short dude says<br />"you know what you can do though? You can take some lotion, whatever you use is leftover and put some in your hair. It helps keep it flatter."<br />and the tall dude says<br />"yea, not so fluffy"<br /><br />Appartley tall dude didn't head short dude's advice though because Emily saw him later in the week with still puffy hair. This was pretty funny to Emily since she'd had this same conversation in 7th grade with Tiffany.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-1172949247809266272007-03-03T11:01:00.000-08:002007-03-03T11:14:07.820-08:00More Bus Adventures and Cat Girl #2I haven't written about my bus adventures as of late, but recently I've been seeing cat girl #2 on my bus. Since I started taking class and riding the bus in the middle of the day, I get a different crowd than your usual work commuter. Cat girl #2 is frequently is also goth looking and a teenager. This one looks a bit meaner and has a "too cool" (although you're not for christ sake, you have cat ears and you take the bus in the middle of the day, shouldn't you be in school?). Anyway, I don't know what the deal is with this cat style...<br /><br />The bus drivers are a bit different too. There's Antonio Banderas who has this low sexy spanish voice when announcing stops. Seriously, the man can say Wallingford so sexy that the passengers are stunned into silence. Then there's Ali G who makes a rap about every stop announcement. I would think he's super clever except for the fact that he does the same raps every day so that get's a little old (but still funny). Emily who is his biggest fan loves to repeat his lines: "49 will treat you fine to broadway" "superstar express action is ON THE MOVE" "ice cold 16 on the sweetheart 26" Yea fool!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-1170387116993999242007-02-01T19:24:00.000-08:002007-02-01T19:33:09.350-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7951/1658/1600/292796/creepyorangesalad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7951/1658/320/237584/creepyorangesalad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Wanna see some funny <a href="http://www.candyboots.com/wwcards.html">Weight Watchers recipe cards</a> from 1974? These are hella funny! True life (remember when people used to say that), people actually ate these things. Speaking of old skool stuff, it made Emily a little sad that her future children would never first hand experience hammer pants and what a damn shame that is.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-1168496839589997312007-01-10T21:55:00.000-08:002007-01-10T22:27:19.606-08:00Green my AppleHere's a clever little campaign Greenpeace has launched against Apple...<br /><a href="http://www.greenpeace.org/apple/">http://www.greenpeace.org/apple/</a><br /><br />I spent my little Christmas break much like a teenager, sleeping in until noon, eating candy and cookies, and playing my new video game. Then towards the end of the week a friend came up from Eugene to visit. What do you ask do we do in the gray Seattle weather? We drive out of it to the mountians where it's still gray, but with snow and wilderness n' stuff. Now it's back to good old stats class and work, oh yea and wedding planning (which consists of beer, food, people; shouldn't be hard right?)......<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7951/1658/1600/330110/New%20Years%20007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7951/1658/320/412666/New%20Years%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-1167027758731056272006-12-24T22:10:00.000-08:002006-12-24T22:22:38.740-08:00Merry ChristmasI recently got a bunch of old pictures of the family from my Mom so I could scan them into my computer. I started scanning a couple of them today while waiting for family to arrive for dinner. I'm glad that I got the pictures before my sibblings since there is some good blackmail in the stack of pictures (and I intend to use wisely)...<br /><br />I found this one particularly appropriate (1989)....<br /><br />Happy holidays all :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7951/1658/1600/622364/ThreeKidsChristmas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7951/1658/320/43605/ThreeKidsChristmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-1159505713185506362006-09-28T21:41:00.000-07:002006-09-30T16:47:37.843-07:00Guide to Proposing to a Chick...if you are one<span style="font-weight: bold;">Step 1: Listen carefully to your girlfriend</span><br />If your girlfriend starts pointing out sizeable rocks everytime you pass a jewelry store in the mall that means she probably wants you to buy her one. If you and your girlfriend are helping out a buddy pick out a ring for his/her gal and she starts telling you exactly the size, cut, stone, and metal then she probably wants you to buy her a specific ring. If you suggest all the rings look similar no matter the size and metal and she gives you that look, you should probably write down exactly what she wants because even though you can't see the difference she will...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Step 2: Covertly start shopping for the ring</span><br />It's always good to take friends and family for second opinions, even if the sales people think your brother is your fiancee and you are picking out your own ring. This can be a touch embarrassing, but just remind the sales person that although this may be legal down South I happen to be purchasing the ring for a very special girl. Next you watch the look of confusion cross their face and then the giddy realization that if one woman equals one expensive diamond ring that two women equal two expensive diamond rings (all the better for their commission).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Step 3: Cut the crap and find that special sparkle</span><br />When talking with jewelers about different rings, they will launch into all of this confusing jargon about facets, clarity, cut, angles, light refraction, and on and on until you're back in vector calculus calculating the gradiant or some crap like that. But honestly, who cares! Just find the one that sparkles the most. You girlfriend is not going to ask "wait a minute honey, how many facets does this really have?" or "is this very very slightly included or very very very slightly included." The best you had hope for is "ohhh sparkly!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Step 4: Don't leave shopping remnents around</span><br />Don't leave ring flyers or ads laying around in say your car or on your desk. If you happen to do something idiotic like this, no problem we can fix that. The next day flip the page to some diamond earrings or necklace and circle it. She think oh yay, I'm getting a necklace. If you're feeling really bold circle the ugliest ring you can find and that when you see her gasp of abhorrence say "yea, can you believe that Chris wants to get Sam that ring? Chris just wouldn't listen when I said it was a bad idea." Problem solved. Also, remember to close Internet browsers after browsing online.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Step 5: Getting a ring sized</span><br />Steal a ring that fits your gal perfectly on her ring finger. No it can't be her right hand, if she's right handed that finger will always be a little bigger. Don't steal her favorite special ring her mother bought her that she wears everyday. She will notice it's gone and then be upset and make you help her look for it everywhere. Bad idea. Try to take a second or third string ring that she won't notice is gone.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Step 6: The proposal</span><br />Pick a special place that has a special meaning to her or both of you. The humble bagel where you used to have morning dates or the dorm room of your first kiss or the path by your old house you used to hold hands on. Or maybe on the first big trip oversees you take together...<br /><br />So pretty much the short version of the story, I asked on the first leg of our trip in Paris, she said yes and now Emily and I are happily engaged.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7951/1658/1600/ring1.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7951/1658/400/ring1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7951/1658/1600/ring2.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7951/1658/400/ring2.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7951/1658/1600/ring3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7951/1658/400/ring3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />P.S. More trip photos coming soon....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-1158399528487813172006-09-16T02:34:00.000-07:002006-09-16T02:38:48.500-07:00Hello from FlorenceI just wanted to do a quick post, since I have not updated my blog in a long time and I just recieved a special request :)<br /><br />Emily and I are right now in Florence, Italy after arriving in Paris on the 6th of September. After about a week in Paris, we successfully made our way to Rome. We stayed in a particularly interesting B&B there (I will talk more about it later) and we are now in our second day of Florence. Ok, I am off to find Emily so we can grab breakfast.<br /><br />CiaoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17251182.post-1155187138864823832006-08-09T22:15:00.000-07:002006-08-09T22:18:58.876-07:00Ack Robots<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7951/1658/1600/rong_cheng_lg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7951/1658/320/rong_cheng_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div> Check out <a href="http://www.yahoo.com/s/365832">Rong Cheng</a>! A little creepy...but kinda cool.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0