tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116537242024-02-06T17:58:48.815-08:00Asradel's CauldronA blog about whatever's on my mind at any given moment. I hope you enjoy reading and leave a comment if I know you. Let me know if you have a similar space I can watch. Yes...I have a "my space" page - but it's mostly to keep tabs on my daughter. This one is really where I like to type stuff I'm thinking.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-38507391439530547642011-04-10T19:54:00.000-07:002011-04-10T19:54:21.688-07:00"With magic, mother fucker!!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshTAl18ZEJ1EYAwYfgyeYJiuHst27ew5vah7k6J-AnR2LHHO8CXNj-5MUH_WsnuL3FEq0Hsp9ygPOmzDkI-ar-_v5HFXs8CPeWU0nBcaxL0dCxexS8qCQk-lZsRWJoEye1p2l7A/s1600/your-highness-magic-mother-fucker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="181" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshTAl18ZEJ1EYAwYfgyeYJiuHst27ew5vah7k6J-AnR2LHHO8CXNj-5MUH_WsnuL3FEq0Hsp9ygPOmzDkI-ar-_v5HFXs8CPeWU0nBcaxL0dCxexS8qCQk-lZsRWJoEye1p2l7A/s320/your-highness-magic-mother-fucker.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Went and saw "Your Highness" this weekend. It was every bit as stupid as it looked on the trailers. And I like me a movie that delivers what it promises on its trailer. Whatever that may be. I like that honesty. This delightful bit nonesense was American Pie meets Dungeons and Dragons and it was AWESOME. My favorite line in the whole movie happens when the handsome prince is about to marry his recently rescued from the tower virgin, and the evil warlock appears in the midst of the festivities and announces his intention to retake the bride to be. Seeing the warlock surrounded by guards and vastly outnumbered, the King asks, "And how do you intend to do that?" The warlock replies, "Magic, mother fucker." I straight stole that graphic from <a href="http://www.amha.fr/5634-your-highness%E2%80%A6-%C2%AB%C2%A0magic-mother-fucker-%C2%A0%C2%BB.html">here</a>. Okay, so there was NOTHING redeeming about this flick. I admit it. But I still really enjoyed it. It was fun and stupid. A complete pixie stick of a movie. Sometimes on a Friday night, that's just what you need.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-10102899208227296082011-02-12T03:31:00.000-08:002011-02-12T03:38:01.340-08:00A New Tattoo for a New MeSo Wednesday, February 9, was a very exciting day for me because I went and got a new tattoo from the same artist who did my last one, the cornucopia which you can view here: <a href="http://asradels.blogspot.com/2007/12/hiiii-deee-ho.html">Cornucopia Tattoo</a> His name is <a href="http://www.laughingbuddhatattoo.com/tattoo-gallery-john-cimperman.html?p=1.1.1.3#images/johnc/johnc-01.jpg">John Cimperman</a> and he used to be at Lynnwood Tattoo, then it became Colorbomb, then he moved on to <a href="http://www.laughingbuddhatattoo.com/">Laughing Buddah</a> on Capital Hill in Seattle. I'm glad he's there now. It seems like a much better place for him. <br />
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So we got there about 5:00 p.m. The hubby went with me even though we'd had a discussion about how boring it was going to be for him at three hours of hearing the tattoo gun. But he wanted to go and I was glad. He got some good pics there too. <br />
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This first one is the come to Jesus moment when that gun first rips into your skin - before the endorphins kick in to save you from the relentless onslaught of pain. I found out AFTER we got started that these fatty side pieces are typically the most painful part! Crap! Now you tell me!<br />
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I couldn't sit in that chair like that for very long. Maybe about the first fifteen minutes of what worked out to be a nearly four hour tattoo. By the way, this sucker was custom drawn for my back by John. He's really an incredible artist who, if given his own head, will come out with some gorgeous stuff.<br />
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So, because my let was going to sleep, John went in and got a massage table for me to sit on. Since I didn't want to hang my legs over the side and have my knees cut off my circulation, I wound up sitting akimbo and bent way forward. You can see John working on my back putting the color in in the next couple of shots.<br />
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After I got the rush of endorphins, it was actually possible to focus on my homework. I had a long chapter to read as we were having a quiz on that material the very next evening. So, I got down to the business of reading.<br />
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It was tough to sit there that long in this position, and I know John was tired and ready to go home by the time he was finished, but he was proud of this piece as was (and am) I. <br />
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Isn't it beautiful? He does such great work.<br />
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And here we are...artist and canvas - both worn out and ready to go home.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-16168997467969062962010-12-28T15:44:00.000-08:002010-12-28T15:44:51.713-08:00Renewed Faith in the Goodness of Human NatureOften it doesn't take much, especially this time of year, to warm the heart and make a person think that the world is not that bad a place afterall. Such a thing happened to me today.<br />
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Over three years ago I had a business trip to Minneapolis in the dead of winter. I stayed at the Radisson there and in the business suite, where I hung out in the mornings before heading to the office on the skyway, I met a concierge whom I liked and we hit it off. At the time I was reading a Christopher Moore novel. (Love me some <a href="http://www.chrismoore.com/">Christopher Moore</a>) and she enquired about it and I gave her some details. A couple of days later, I saw her again and had finished the novel and wanted to share it with her. It was a hard-back book so I thought I should probably indicate that I would like to have it returned, and did so by putting my name and address on the inside cover. Well, my husband said that I was silly for "loaning" it to her and that I would never see it again. After several months went by, I conceded that he was likely right and I would have to buy a replacement for the book so that I would not have a hole in my Christopher Moore collection. <br />
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Well, today, out of the blue, I got a package in the mail from Minneapolis. Not remembering having ordered anything from Minneapolis, I was puzzled, but it was clearly addressed to me so I opened it. And there, lo and behold, was my Christopher Moore novel. There was a nice postcard inside saying that she had run across the book and felt she had better return it. Of course, the address I gave was my business address here and she also added that she hoped I was still employed here. (Thankfully, and for many more reasons than the return of the book, I am). She also related that she is no longer working at the Radisson and is currently unemployed and hoping for a better year in 2011. I too hope she finds a job. I was right when I loaned her the book - she's a nice gal. ;)<br />
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So I think I have a book on my shelves at home that has strayed too far from its owner and which I've had for a lot of years. I remember who it belongs to and think I will pay this forward and return it to its rightful owner. Okay, now before you get all judgemental, it was loaned to me by a lady with whom I worked about a decade ago, and shortly after the loan, she left the employment of the company and I never heard from her again. Granted, I did not make an effort to find her, and she did not include her address on the front inside cover - but I could have tried. Believing that kindness merits and begets more kindness, I am inclined to do just that. I'll let you know if I find her.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-34763888752239094042010-12-15T10:43:00.000-08:002010-12-15T10:43:22.119-08:00Attending a Captivate Class in Portland<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHryxgTdseN7OBx08GIaM6x0PbdOwigP8dAM7QFi_hw8HZEN_oolR8GBf74efTcYe5e323wtP5M0lXTatUu4ZeWR5Z2qakIlwLIxA8HkmXv_XpfFJATqHUTwG6gtK2-EuNvfZxgQ/s1600/exhaustion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHryxgTdseN7OBx08GIaM6x0PbdOwigP8dAM7QFi_hw8HZEN_oolR8GBf74efTcYe5e323wtP5M0lXTatUu4ZeWR5Z2qakIlwLIxA8HkmXv_XpfFJATqHUTwG6gtK2-EuNvfZxgQ/s320/exhaustion.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Well, I attended my last class for the quarter at UW last night, and then when it was done, got in my car and headed south to Portland. I'm attending a Captivate class at a training provider here. The problem is that I didn't arrive in Portland until about 12:30 a.m., and I'm staying with a friend so we stayed up talking like a couple of magpies until about 1:30. We're both just KNACKERED! And computer training is always soooooo riveting anyway. It's a friggin' challenge just to stay upright - nevermind actually learning anything! <br />
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But it beats being at the office for a couple of days and this is something that I have been feeling like I need to do for a while. I'm getting tired of dropping everything I'm doing at work to train someone on a software feature - so this ought to save me some time in the longrun. But DAMN! I'm tired today. :)Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-56569422275025874712010-10-28T20:42:00.000-07:002010-10-28T20:42:21.185-07:00It's almost Hallowed-Weenie!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhje7qQsHOeRqL5__5oCtMZx_v6u2zRqNkH_SZ_YL722FM3dEiNXP71RSi0XvDSeDIqpGEIyNTEvhsC8LK8OFIy8Mq8gYciA9tcqYApBwpQASgMay05tQwzs54NG4QeQqLv4KKlqQ/s1600/Halloween+Moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhje7qQsHOeRqL5__5oCtMZx_v6u2zRqNkH_SZ_YL722FM3dEiNXP71RSi0XvDSeDIqpGEIyNTEvhsC8LK8OFIy8Mq8gYciA9tcqYApBwpQASgMay05tQwzs54NG4QeQqLv4KKlqQ/s320/Halloween+Moon.jpg" width="273" /></a>Halloween is coming! Woo hoo! Another Halloween is upon us. At least I'm going to be home this year. I didn't have time this year to crack out the Halloween decs because I have been uber-busy with school, but it's in my heart. Near and dear. I'm not sure what the husband and I are gonna be doing to celebrate frightfest 2010, but we're going to do something! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Yours -truly in the pumpkin witch costume. I can't believe this was two years ago now.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgFdCze40c1FULARzchd-pTVGjuFR2AaZlXbooQ6yUBtuTJAWnMn8PiuCEKnQVMch79suIWgLIFW1FtTCSiEmXhnAzENbnRPM87z8d1yDfPQSEtatz4aWoe_9tBsADcRoq4jurw/s1600/witches_in_the_sticks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgFdCze40c1FULARzchd-pTVGjuFR2AaZlXbooQ6yUBtuTJAWnMn8PiuCEKnQVMch79suIWgLIFW1FtTCSiEmXhnAzENbnRPM87z8d1yDfPQSEtatz4aWoe_9tBsADcRoq4jurw/s320/witches_in_the_sticks.JPG" width="320" /></a>Happy Halloween, everyone. Go out, do something fun, and dream the dark. It's a great time of year.</div>Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-84535728418869376852010-10-26T18:16:00.000-07:002010-10-26T18:16:38.048-07:00Sick of People Being Sick Around Other People<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8F25WWD35adQxATmcyhV5hjiUpb-XhPDMerOWWBHmsqZEfmljTNtF4RCtdU_4VYjLdfC67IxdRjmt0aiOazJxeu_S4PgX9PgaiCm156VS3TgUBqnMTWw-xZ6fsEa1uStKafQcg/s1600/cough.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8F25WWD35adQxATmcyhV5hjiUpb-XhPDMerOWWBHmsqZEfmljTNtF4RCtdU_4VYjLdfC67IxdRjmt0aiOazJxeu_S4PgX9PgaiCm156VS3TgUBqnMTWw-xZ6fsEa1uStKafQcg/s320/cough.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>What the hell is it with people that they feel completely compelled to show up in group settings like classrooms when they are coughing and sounding generally consumptive? I know this girl next to me has a home....she's nice looking, well groomed and apparently DYING. I suppose I wouldn't be as sensitive if I wasn't immune suppressed, but still. <br />
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Right now we are watching a film on the villification of Arabs in American films. It really is rather astonishing. But I just wanted to vent about the lunger sitting next to me. Caio!Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-78491294934418081902010-09-12T20:56:00.000-07:002010-09-12T22:06:02.728-07:00Game On!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakd59Ptd67VtBQcJTzddLCFFckFujVWeN9p3kR0qvccT-aUVUb2w6SfYmgoXBRUOFGn95_kVxhHZ7LcouH2H35i2NzX3EDo-iJAhiccLGT3h_v1qeGQbuD9gIYZErE_drPAuUtg/s1600/blog_iron_dragon_w_Dan_Marvin.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakd59Ptd67VtBQcJTzddLCFFckFujVWeN9p3kR0qvccT-aUVUb2w6SfYmgoXBRUOFGn95_kVxhHZ7LcouH2H35i2NzX3EDo-iJAhiccLGT3h_v1qeGQbuD9gIYZErE_drPAuUtg/s320/blog_iron_dragon_w_Dan_Marvin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516258017342983778" /></a><br />Well, we've been doing a little D&D play since PAX, and having a pretty good time. Last week on Tuesday went went over to check out our friend's game store, Wandering Havoc Games. It's in Marysville and I guess has been open for just over a year. I'm really getting into learning about D&D and playing some of the games. So far, I've been involved in three, and they've all been good. I didn't play any video games this weekend, but I didn't really miss it. I woke up really early on Saturday and did a tarot reading for a client downtown. It was a good reading but took quite a bit of time. All good though. the workmen were here at the house laying tile and working on the outside of the house as well. So I wasn't really missing anything. Kristopher got all nerved-out and had to take off for a while. After I got home from the reading, I just took a nap for a while because I knew we were going to have a late night of it. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPdRcXNwPAyQzeQrEqhr5x_3PsfNoOD_dS_VPgvnxo3bDVu38JjnRnD1bGsyxSzG3badtg4S4p_dQVagfGgb8TV-tH6LJhKQ6UsZ9o3VERTdNN52Urlz9j8UZARXT6M8h47NALg/s1600/blog_dragon_with_dice.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPdRcXNwPAyQzeQrEqhr5x_3PsfNoOD_dS_VPgvnxo3bDVu38JjnRnD1bGsyxSzG3badtg4S4p_dQVagfGgb8TV-tH6LJhKQ6UsZ9o3VERTdNN52Urlz9j8UZARXT6M8h47NALg/s320/blog_dragon_with_dice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516259274490002546" /></a><br />And right now we just finished watching the season finale of TrueBlood and I must say that I was hella disappointed. It wasn't a very good season and it wasn't a very good finale. Maybe I'm just done with it for a while. <br /><br />Well, I'm finishing off the weekend working on a webpage for a client. I can't get things to show up correctly in Mozilla Firefox. I guess that one is a little too big to not be concerned about, so I'm back at it.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-5814068611413380742010-09-03T15:39:00.000-07:002010-09-03T15:49:01.255-07:00PAX 2010!Well, it's finally here. PAX 2010. We are having a great time, but it is a test of one's mettle, that's for sure. I had a really cool pic on my phone which I emailed to myself so I could put up a pic here, and it hasn't yet arrived. Damn yous AT&T 3G dumbass Numbnut go nowhere fast network. My friend Chris Briggs, who's still over in the morass of people over at the main theatre, thinks that the iPhones are pooping the bed today at the convention center because virtually everyone in the pueblo has one. There are lots of peeps who are dressed up and it's lots of fun to look at everyone and even take some pics. Of course, my pics were of a LOTR Nazgul horse...but still. I'll shoe-horn it in here when it finally arrives.<br /><br />I hope everyone is having a great day. I'll take pics on another camera and not rely on yon 3Gs no mo. E'rybody needs to see some PAX! :)Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-1904776699193656202010-08-29T21:21:00.000-07:002010-08-29T21:48:23.978-07:00Beginning Week 2 of Summer Vacation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNMDLMxLr4_FelIZcvs2L59cCtafRN6iX7E4LZ08quDzIPfj9tfPrLSkUjHlQnYlPJIjelB7Px7ouP7YugdMXOZTTMW7TY5w16ubTOdgnlZ7f74rdQxXI6y-L01mE7Z6h4F7_vw/s1600/War_Portrait.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNMDLMxLr4_FelIZcvs2L59cCtafRN6iX7E4LZ08quDzIPfj9tfPrLSkUjHlQnYlPJIjelB7Px7ouP7YugdMXOZTTMW7TY5w16ubTOdgnlZ7f74rdQxXI6y-L01mE7Z6h4F7_vw/s320/War_Portrait.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511053575620196370" /></a><br />So it's week 2 of my vacation from school and I'm having a good time. I was playing video games and generally doing whatever pops into my head. So I've started a new game of God of War on the PSP - but what's more exciting and rare is the fact that I've been playing a game on X-Box 360. It's a game that I ordered at the last PAX and got in about February. I'd only played it a total of about three hours before this weekend, and I have now played it somewhere around 12. I'm on the second chapter. It's a lot of fun. The main character's name is War and he's one of the four horsemen of the apocolypse. The story line goes that there had been a truce between Heaven and Hell and it's been broken due to some kind of conspiracy and one of the horsemen, your character, pictured here, was summoned. His power gets taken away from him after the prolouge but he has to struggle to get it back through the chapters. <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-atucZhEpqcLSQ24vpR0dxElR5i07jlReat8FFj7_JUjGq0TJdjJ0-0qNh79UFkHOGbsVwFJh5U-DQomkEH64b43VnfZ0LraAAjtV9LI5bLHQHJ28Dq9GVFmnq7MHo5uPUp0Ksg/s1600/god_of_war_game_1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-atucZhEpqcLSQ24vpR0dxElR5i07jlReat8FFj7_JUjGq0TJdjJ0-0qNh79UFkHOGbsVwFJh5U-DQomkEH64b43VnfZ0LraAAjtV9LI5bLHQHJ28Dq9GVFmnq7MHo5uPUp0Ksg/s320/god_of_war_game_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511056018643397058" /></a>I worked on a website for my sister's paralegal association during the first week of my vacation. I didn't mind. I actually thought it was pretty fun and I got paid for it so it's a-okay. Yesterday, I read tarot for a new client that I got through a referral. She was pretty sweet. It was nice to meet a new one.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwMMFinYI3jArg3AWPfuJKhgJmGxGX9YI4CCuqV_6XQ_3mF8-Tl-4PtneDC43UgQeuhbDW1-FhVW8EGEXboRHoChy_U02Mc6YPyWe4FdURfVbBdHq1A26E_SYcYUYGHyH37QDniw/s1600/death2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwMMFinYI3jArg3AWPfuJKhgJmGxGX9YI4CCuqV_6XQ_3mF8-Tl-4PtneDC43UgQeuhbDW1-FhVW8EGEXboRHoChy_U02Mc6YPyWe4FdURfVbBdHq1A26E_SYcYUYGHyH37QDniw/s320/death2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511058842023056018" /></a>So now we're watching TrueBlood. I really like this show, even though it's getting weirder and weirder.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-72091857360052606872010-08-22T20:20:00.000-07:002010-08-22T20:34:48.398-07:00Ah....First Weekend of Summer BreakWell, I finally finished the worst quarter of my academic career. I got a 3.0 in Biopsychology - which is bomb-diggity considering I made a D on the last two tests. My writing saved my ass once again. I got a 4.0 in my Anthro class, and was pretty happy about that. Now I'm waiting for my Communications grade. I'm hoping for good stuff. We had a comprehensive final that went back to the beginning of the quarter. When I first looked at it, I thought..."I am so screwed....I don't know ANY of this crap." But the longer I sat there, the more I remembered and the more I was able to write. So I have lots of hopes for that class grade too. I feel sorry for the professor because it seemed like it would be a cast-iron bitch to grade. One thing I know for certain is that I will never take three classes in one quarter if I'm working. Especially three classes that are all HARD. <br /><br />So while I'm off school, I get to play a little code monkey and make a little green for it. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6YbHcRXpXPV6792wbxAvlMR_EhK1i1qFTZfk5XNrqTZGvkW6SO3idoNEerymLEtFMTyB-o3PStKTPFhGbfku30_oPFYrDAV-0nypIpsPagwy3JLQMS86iAE85h2J8Z_eofILvVg/s1600/code_monkey.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6YbHcRXpXPV6792wbxAvlMR_EhK1i1qFTZfk5XNrqTZGvkW6SO3idoNEerymLEtFMTyB-o3PStKTPFhGbfku30_oPFYrDAV-0nypIpsPagwy3JLQMS86iAE85h2J8Z_eofILvVg/s320/code_monkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508441796508221186" /></a> My sister wants me to edit her paralegal association's website and I said I'd do it. She insisted I take some green for it, and who am I to argue. So that's what I'm working on this evening as I sit here in eager anticipation of the next TrueBlook episode. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-obd05iWWuyVMbggrKBxmM2ZxaEJewwwkVEEV6tpM__VCrJvw7g_JnOET4GryMUcpawW_1-NehfHRozQQ5F6xWJyHtxWFhwN_XHknScBkZE0TjHMOcFEbK3jpYNKpm9B7Ebe63A/s1600/True-blood-Eric.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-obd05iWWuyVMbggrKBxmM2ZxaEJewwwkVEEV6tpM__VCrJvw7g_JnOET4GryMUcpawW_1-NehfHRozQQ5F6xWJyHtxWFhwN_XHknScBkZE0TjHMOcFEbK3jpYNKpm9B7Ebe63A/s320/True-blood-Eric.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508443258550108690" /></a><br /><br />It's been a great weekend and it's gonna finish off good too. I'm going to get this website updated and then play some video games after what I'm hoping is a great episode of True Blood! :)<br /><br />So I guess I'd better get to it!Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-54294660622116538282010-08-12T09:24:00.000-07:002010-08-12T09:29:56.606-07:00Holy SHIT SNACKS!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvItriA8mteGSc_fpBxFjNlu_8P2-kYzh0e358mt9KTisvEDwwa25rM71kSkUFdSAAkJx8b9VDg4w0I8mbtiUkFOmfJzoUi5fzlLrdTyVmba4vCHuGoGx6iVJihxt9lKMG_ZwFSA/s1600/panic.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvItriA8mteGSc_fpBxFjNlu_8P2-kYzh0e358mt9KTisvEDwwa25rM71kSkUFdSAAkJx8b9VDg4w0I8mbtiUkFOmfJzoUi5fzlLrdTyVmba4vCHuGoGx6iVJihxt9lKMG_ZwFSA/s320/panic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504561102255185138" /></a><br />Well, it's full-on panic mode now. Here I am, blogging like a moron when I have a final project due today that is worth 70% of my grade in Anthropology and is, as of this moment, about half finished. Why am I procrastinating to such an extreme degree? I really couldn't tell you. I've just been operating on overload for so long, I think I've blown a fuse or something.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZnagvpHrPaIN8TJz8tmR151NovqSaF1ogyyUY_1lc5y_Kvb5mMKayOWbf5xCo4qeRurhm4nasz2RwIQqoVIjraK4rprOBGQi70TF71CY75nrJIQYP-XBgGf1QWnWFEpOXpoo_A/s1600/blown_fuse.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZnagvpHrPaIN8TJz8tmR151NovqSaF1ogyyUY_1lc5y_Kvb5mMKayOWbf5xCo4qeRurhm4nasz2RwIQqoVIjraK4rprOBGQi70TF71CY75nrJIQYP-XBgGf1QWnWFEpOXpoo_A/s320/blown_fuse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504560694918224082" /></a><br /><br />All I know is that after today, this Anthro class is done, and after tomorrow, my Biopsyche class will be done, and then I can focus on Communications, which is going to be a complete bitch-kitty and consume the entire weekend. **sigh** Well, just this one more and a whole month off. Okay, I'll get back to my presentation now.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-50691349521434880202010-08-10T19:33:00.000-07:002010-08-12T09:23:58.191-07:00There is a real Asshole in my Comm ClassWhat a jack-ass this mo-fo is. He's on his last quarter here at the UW and has the biggest mouth and the hardest head and the narrowest vision I've ever seen since Ive been in college.<br><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglOvoPSBnxkqsvfbkKwMgf4erSmGMRyeTM1eQcLFCnWyZzfrZxE6y7SFCsRYEhO7TCye8YOrn1IXmMbIdRl2v8v0uUuYem_8bLXhmkJkgi3zINbU3tfteE0WjzWFAjGaZFwVPL2g/s1600/asshole.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglOvoPSBnxkqsvfbkKwMgf4erSmGMRyeTM1eQcLFCnWyZzfrZxE6y7SFCsRYEhO7TCye8YOrn1IXmMbIdRl2v8v0uUuYem_8bLXhmkJkgi3zINbU3tfteE0WjzWFAjGaZFwVPL2g/s320/asshole.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503975791752487810" /></a><br /><br><br />So we are talking about listening in today's class. There is a researcher who is studying communication patterns of the Blackfeet Native Americans out on the mesas of the Dakotas. He is studying how they listen to trees and other aspects of nature. I, personally believe that this is a valid form of research and a valid form of <i>listening</i>. But, boy.... you should have heard these people in here. They are all about being complete absolutists....there is no gray area with these people - they are all "if it is not emperically sound - if you cannot see it, smell it or touch it, and cannot scientifically prove it then it's not real and therefore has no place in academia." Morons! Your bus is leaving... We don't fully understand the workings of a human brain, we don't fully understand particle physics....some of the greatest minds in history have attempted to ascertain the mind of God. Is that empirical? Undergrad ass-baskets, wake up! I have no patience for tiny-minded people. **sigh** I will be glad when this quarter is over. Over! Ahhh! I had to roll a professor under the bus for ignoring everyone in the online class, I have had to do homework almost every night and write more papers than I wrote in my entire school career up to this quarter, and I am puked of it! Ahhh!Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-29473085888778705322010-06-19T16:29:00.001-07:002010-06-19T17:57:59.657-07:00Well, Back from Vacation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhplKRU7TW0P9SqRFGiQYO4EAVF_phyv_mIBhAqnOY363YY2L01O7UY_vvdJNj0rAS4q0Uf9EQK0yVQPrNkKevFIx_KUtUEeecakySk_mkbvfs_bCIG8FvUctCgITF0PjuoyGrA/s1600/Why_is_all_the_rum_gone.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhplKRU7TW0P9SqRFGiQYO4EAVF_phyv_mIBhAqnOY363YY2L01O7UY_vvdJNj0rAS4q0Uf9EQK0yVQPrNkKevFIx_KUtUEeecakySk_mkbvfs_bCIG8FvUctCgITF0PjuoyGrA/s320/Why_is_all_the_rum_gone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484632108178962434" /></a><br />Hey you! We're back from the Alaskan wildes and very glad to be home. Pictured here is my little husband with his pride and joy, pirate King-style rum bottle. He bought that on the MS Rotterdam along with several other bottles of liquor, which, as it turns out is the only thing on a cruise ship that you can buy that isn't a carnival-style rip-off. I think they feel like they have to give you something so you can tell all your friends what a great fdeal you got on something. And what better thing to brag about than bringing back a buncha cheap booze? <br /><p><br />We had a pretty good time on our vacation cruise to Alaska. That is, after all of the gail-force winds, sea-sickness and barfing up of the liver. That happened the first full day we were on the water. It started on Saturday night but by the time Sunday morning came along, it was like an episode of the World's Deadliest Catch. We missed our first formal night because of this, along with approximately half of the other guests on the boat and about half the crew as well. But the next day was much better and we made our first stop of the trip in Juneau. This is a picture of the dock as soon as we got clear of the boat. there were all kinds of people out there selling tours to one thing or another. And the main street was lined with jewelry stores of every ilk. <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrTI-33Vvm_5HVTYRsQzRA3pgtCI-rCq4s34QwUw3xfNwPKhbRt6quAEEW_n2cTxi_fm1Xdu6qOUbhBteclohp9ZMX6GfqjHKY5Xc9VtjG24WOR_9QXNnp7CAld0oENSazjAh5g/s1600/Juneau_Dox.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrTI-33Vvm_5HVTYRsQzRA3pgtCI-rCq4s34QwUw3xfNwPKhbRt6quAEEW_n2cTxi_fm1Xdu6qOUbhBteclohp9ZMX6GfqjHKY5Xc9VtjG24WOR_9QXNnp7CAld0oENSazjAh5g/s320/Juneau_Dox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484634256811803906" /></a>By Tuesday everyone was feeling much better, and we stopped to look at Hubbard Glacier. I don't have any pics of the glacier because my husband hasn't given me any from his camera. Bad husband! (Right now I'm having my third Captain Morgan and root beer. Can you tell? So please excuse in advance if this blog entry becomes unreadable. However, I am going back to school on Monday and intend to milk every moment of freedom from homework and scholastic responsility that I can between now and then. And I couldn't drink on the boat. After Sunday, well, I just didn't have the stomach for it. Literally.) Anyways, the glacier was a thing of beauty and maybe a little bit scary because you could hear the ice grinding against the hull as we approached the face of the thing, but we got a really up-close and personal look at it. I didn't see any big hunks breaking off of it, but the National Forest Service guide that the boat picked up and brought along with us said that most people saw big hunks falling off of it. They call it "Calving" - but I didn't see it. And that's despite the fact that I went in and got my swimsuit on and sat in the hot tub on the outter deck and stared at the glacier for another hour after everyone had gone back to their staterooms or other locations on the boat. It's really hard for me to believe it now, but I didn't get a singlle picture of the interior of the boat. Again, Sunday kind of set the pace for everything. So, I guess I'll have to just get some pics of the interior of the next ship we are on. If, in fact, there is ever another time. So what am I up to now, oh, right, Juneau. We went right away to visit the oldest Russian Orthodox cathedral here in the US and that was St. Nicholas'. Not much as cathedrals go, but it was pretty cool to see. A bunch of people evidently got together at the end of the 19th century and built a church here in this very, very rustic gold mining town, and it is still standing today. I think the priest said that they could fit approximately 50 people in the structure at a tight squeeze. But that at festivals such as Easter, it was likely that some people would have to stand outside. I'm sure that doesn't strain the imagination when you look at the picture. <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN-nZbk8VrIatIwGic_09iTJdMkJjU-ZtOoDEtVe19BH_zmqBqTyAlDzSmjAlqqw8iAL8w0zwhYIQ9CLX2FkWzSIYJ1jQK7BPUGKnOVrcu-NDLaprIEJfZKDcsfmpB-xM52PizZw/s1600/St_Nicholas_Juneau.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN-nZbk8VrIatIwGic_09iTJdMkJjU-ZtOoDEtVe19BH_zmqBqTyAlDzSmjAlqqw8iAL8w0zwhYIQ9CLX2FkWzSIYJ1jQK7BPUGKnOVrcu-NDLaprIEJfZKDcsfmpB-xM52PizZw/s320/St_Nicholas_Juneau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484643939077988450" /></a> Then we went to a little museum there run by a retired couple. It was pretty cool. They had these little Juneau High School diplomas that we made out for ourselves and stamped, but we left them behind. Anyway, after that, we went to the famous <a href="http://www.reddogsaloon.com/">Red Dog Saloon</a>and had a couple of beers and some potato skins. Here's a picture of us there and a picture of the piano player. <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnjo6Tc4cz6WfQU9oNnx3IYx6UWrbwF6PFIuwwbcZAFZDN8vDukQ-E31ZIj5VVQQlKS4xLPF6YrUxx7X8u8G8YkEWBIMdsO_XD7_J3hxO-9buhINr5zygKBTvFYVF8TMl0BFgNQ/s1600/Red_Dawg_Saloon_Piano_Man.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnjo6Tc4cz6WfQU9oNnx3IYx6UWrbwF6PFIuwwbcZAFZDN8vDukQ-E31ZIj5VVQQlKS4xLPF6YrUxx7X8u8G8YkEWBIMdsO_XD7_J3hxO-9buhINr5zygKBTvFYVF8TMl0BFgNQ/s320/Red_Dawg_Saloon_Piano_Man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484645742797665410" /></a><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrycQ6s09BAp53dmr1kZvyZiTebyvJiLTfM5WOAk3YL4mkfbMfdMHLbQayUEHZFkiP2tpuyNuWAf38yKOU_jQgaRdsoo_jO6XzOJtb8qeHnyMPfRr6kHJg9Megtxi6xRf8BftZw/s1600/Kristopher_and_Maryellen_Red_Dawg_Saloon.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrycQ6s09BAp53dmr1kZvyZiTebyvJiLTfM5WOAk3YL4mkfbMfdMHLbQayUEHZFkiP2tpuyNuWAf38yKOU_jQgaRdsoo_jO6XzOJtb8qeHnyMPfRr6kHJg9Megtxi6xRf8BftZw/s320/Kristopher_and_Maryellen_Red_Dawg_Saloon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484646059036960818" /></a><p>After that, I went and haggled with some diamond merchants. Check out the ring that got away. I told the jeweler at this establishment that I wanted him to quote me a price on this ring that would make a Jew cry....and he did. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW9GIbK9hqNL6sag4UOsOXY_ztT-cMTHGVxUkc1q7fXopKEeiwnsFDQCWH8owx4bR4EgtJ41RgoOJHwqjMvL6xWt6h_xGWvPEiZOu8yIBZftmGxK0cpmVRExZKmEU3RPwhhcotQ/s1600/the+one+that+got+away.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW9GIbK9hqNL6sag4UOsOXY_ztT-cMTHGVxUkc1q7fXopKEeiwnsFDQCWH8owx4bR4EgtJ41RgoOJHwqjMvL6xWt6h_xGWvPEiZOu8yIBZftmGxK0cpmVRExZKmEU3RPwhhcotQ/s320/the+one+that+got+away.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484646765040984002" /></a> This ring, with a one karat center, princess cut diamond and a full Karat in baguettes below it was $4,400 out the door. No big deal to leave it behind. But now I know where to go and get the deal when it comes time to shop for the 10 year anniversary ring. After that, we went to the Alaska Tee-shirt company and had a good time shopping for souveniers for the peeps back home. Outside, Kristopher fought a bear. <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTefSmwgd7FXgzLY0kYJ4hlhxG8_3GkYEkEjB8o1I_52Xh1k2AuOD9dlhPVazVVDctGkx2qk-mA1YUsmqzRq3uf2a0O1dwwhk3ttTNiRpZJ2c-vQ5Ibmzy2Nlv8hsd5Gqu7Fxiw/s1600/Kristopher_and_Juneau_Bear.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTefSmwgd7FXgzLY0kYJ4hlhxG8_3GkYEkEjB8o1I_52Xh1k2AuOD9dlhPVazVVDctGkx2qk-mA1YUsmqzRq3uf2a0O1dwwhk3ttTNiRpZJ2c-vQ5Ibmzy2Nlv8hsd5Gqu7Fxiw/s320/Kristopher_and_Juneau_Bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484647775553549202" /></a><p> But then we got back on the boat and had a pretty good day. This was the first time we got to have a formal dinner. It was very nice and we had a good time. Late night, but still no drinkie...and we got up the following morning for an excursion to Sitka. Sitka, as it turns out, is a big Russian-American community there in AK. Lots of Russian Orthodixy and fishing, and that's about it. I bought a Metreshka dollie and an amber bracelet there and Kristopher didn't buy anything. It was a fun stop though. We stopped also at the library where I found out that a former co-worker of mine had died of natural causes at the age of 45. I knew this guy pretty well, and he wasn't in any better or worse shape than I ame, and he dropped over dead. the net effect of this news was to make it where I didn't care how much money I spent! I didn't go crazy though. My feeling infected my husband though and he bought himself a hella nice watch on board the ship. As it turns out,l he got about a hundred bux better deal than he could have gotten off of Amazon or from Macy's for the same watch. <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwdRB4LUE87301hvIoNsFqvMi87IyBo6wsG-BiGa2Bjo9Zf3yHaCMFAzjcXBvfgXnikFSpgxQE-iKlf6tvNaKMAQoSK1lpTFc3BJm2k3-hpqyBH94Sdnu6-Mp5SacSYTDLsqRPw/s1600/P1030144.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwdRB4LUE87301hvIoNsFqvMi87IyBo6wsG-BiGa2Bjo9Zf3yHaCMFAzjcXBvfgXnikFSpgxQE-iKlf6tvNaKMAQoSK1lpTFc3BJm2k3-hpqyBH94Sdnu6-Mp5SacSYTDLsqRPw/s320/P1030144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484652715645477346" /></a><p> We had a pretty good time the rest of the evening and went to bed tired like we had every night up 'til then. Next day was Sitka. Sitka was nice and we saw a Russian Orthodox church and met a nice man at a Russian trading post. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDviiTDQH6x8yUPM_S-SaHBZjYsPWzMk7REMbMqW87hCJ2eQ7u1TGJftnyczdYcdrmlKLWFblaubzi2iSOjInjKxElfsdbhI9dneBeKG26F2-H_pRDhDuP_dUhb7aLGULArrbILA/s1600/Kristopher_and_Sitka_sign.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDviiTDQH6x8yUPM_S-SaHBZjYsPWzMk7REMbMqW87hCJ2eQ7u1TGJftnyczdYcdrmlKLWFblaubzi2iSOjInjKxElfsdbhI9dneBeKG26F2-H_pRDhDuP_dUhb7aLGULArrbILA/s320/Kristopher_and_Sitka_sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484648906606682466" /></a><p> Thursday night on the boat was the chef's special dinner. It was pretty cool. The wait staff danced through the dining room and put napkins on laps and brought salads and desserts to songs and other fun stuff. It was a good night and we sat with some really nice people and had a good meal. We tried a show that night, but it didn't work out. The staqe show was completely stupid. The guys were more womanly than the girls and it was completely terrible and cheesy. We then tried to go to the ship-board movie, and the screen was broken so they were showing it on two plasma screens on either side of the large central one over which the curtains were still drawn. We made it just a few minutes through the Harrison Ford movie, "the Mosquito Coast" and then gave up and went back to our room. <br /><br />Okay, that's enough vacation talk for now. We are watching Battle Star Gallactica, and it is getting very, very good. I will continue this saga later. I hope.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-26369167149675233742010-05-03T20:04:00.001-07:002010-05-03T20:33:30.784-07:00Hello from A Comparative Study of Death<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZsfWfNitqr6fD_R7SvhORgfH78enDuirP96sqPyu-Gp8H38MKK1vjHgzXujBfCdTXqqxisr-1Do4yryvqfSdwxeFudfPLraWXgx-WLlTSI_2NYk7mvyqgwkvH3HUjmhy41rCUA/s1600/Music_BLDG_UW_4-2010.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZsfWfNitqr6fD_R7SvhORgfH78enDuirP96sqPyu-Gp8H38MKK1vjHgzXujBfCdTXqqxisr-1Do4yryvqfSdwxeFudfPLraWXgx-WLlTSI_2NYk7mvyqgwkvH3HUjmhy41rCUA/s320/Music_BLDG_UW_4-2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467252564354159122" /></a><br />I'm in my Anthropology class, and we have another hour to go. The subject of tonight's lecture is "Escaping Oblivion" and we are talking about life after death. It's a fascinating subject. We have watched a few minutes of Betty J. Eadie's "Embraced by the Light" video. This room is full of fairly smug atheists, and it's so easy for them to be cynical and act superior. What a buncha crum bums. What the hell are they doing in an anthropology class? Friggin' idiots. Most of them are grad students too. How can you study something that is a universal human experience and be so friggin' cynical? Well, I just think that they're a bunch a bombastic turd-waggers. Now we're gonna watch some work by another anthropologist who worked with dying children at Children's Hospital here in Seattle. Maybe these fuckers will be able to accept some of it.<br /><br />I'm listening to what's going on so I won't write any more for the moment. I have to write a long paper for this class and I'm looking forward to it.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-13602958428133740122010-04-26T12:48:00.000-07:002010-04-28T18:44:19.579-07:00Full Time Work, Full Time School, Part Time InsanityHi all,<br />I don't have time to blog anymore...I don't know how anyone DOES. Well, I guess if I weren't taking 15 hours at the UW, I would maybe have a few free minutes. But, I'm trying to get my degree finished up this year, and will certainly do it. I'm very glad to be accomplishing that before the 30% hike in tuition and fees goes into effect. I got an email from the provosts' office that says it's going to do just that. Already a 5-credit course there is $1,480.00. You do the math. And it's a state-friggin' school! But it's a pretty state friggin' school. Check out this picture of Denny Hall taken on a blustery April afternoon before class. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSLFyJv7MJgj5n1-FSOfRLo7erSoOihn7KJ0CAZ8sHxqK_m6rpyLKDNYEyK_rta081HFXjsSYoG7qI9v0IwXUN2PPNerY-fv1xU5QJDMxYf6LPm2alF8JyOUwwBgo9onMActuFng/s1600/Denny_Hall_Spring_2010.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSLFyJv7MJgj5n1-FSOfRLo7erSoOihn7KJ0CAZ8sHxqK_m6rpyLKDNYEyK_rta081HFXjsSYoG7qI9v0IwXUN2PPNerY-fv1xU5QJDMxYf6LPm2alF8JyOUwwBgo9onMActuFng/s320/Denny_Hall_Spring_2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464536595982589074" /></a><br /><br><br />I have a class in this building called "A Comparative Study of Death." It's a great 300 level Anthropology class that I'm enjoying very much. Taught by a professor who's been around a while, it's a very interesting class indeed. But to walk up to this building and have that particular class in it is just so Addam's Family. I think it's extremely cool.<br /><br />Currently, I am sitting in the "Husky Den" at the HUB here on the UW campus. I just got finished with a mid-term exam in Communications Law. I think I did okay - especially since my son came over and bugged me for a couple of hours to help fill out insurance forms for his work, and then I threw more study time on the fire by sitting around and watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes with Topher until it was 10:30 or so. I had an exam in logic last night as well as some work on my Anthropology paper - all of this left about 1.5 hours for study on the material that was covered on the Communications mid-term. But I'd spent 3 hours studying for it on Sunday, so I still felt pretty good. So, I'm off to my favorite class (the Death class mentioned above). I wonder what Dr. Green has in store for us tonight. We shall see...Buwahahahahaha! I know we've got a cemetery tour coming up here in a couple of weeks. I'm looking forward to it and hoping that Tophie will come along.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-18178560519736001552010-02-01T21:02:00.000-08:002010-02-01T21:17:07.342-08:00Train People, Constitutional Law and a Bad Foot<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjCpEgqr9R5Wh4Hh3Oa2VcfuRkekBGOxMM1_Q8tXXGk_tFN1ctVt3DPQT_KGq9IuhsogbHmi6duJQOCJgmUnP4on8iuozXliDj8Jhz_c95dRz5Ufj2wsV8NEACJCNwNTSIIniOg/s1600-h/balloonman.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjCpEgqr9R5Wh4Hh3Oa2VcfuRkekBGOxMM1_Q8tXXGk_tFN1ctVt3DPQT_KGq9IuhsogbHmi6duJQOCJgmUnP4on8iuozXliDj8Jhz_c95dRz5Ufj2wsV8NEACJCNwNTSIIniOg/s320/balloonman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433510768902421970" /></a><br />Hello all... I'm sorry it's been so long since i had anything to say. Bizzy-bizzy-bizzy 'round our house. Lots going on and getting a lot accomplished. <br /><br />I've been working out of our Portland office a bit, and my favorite way of getting down to P-town is to take the train. Gotta love Amtrak. I always feel so good riding the train. I'm saving gas...I'm getting work done (worked all that morning from basically 7:30 until I rolled in about 11:00). Yes, that's a very long time, but still....stuff was getting done. I would have, no doubt, spent three or slightly more hours getting there by plane, and couldn't even have gotten out my lappy or used my phone. So there! And, I would not have seen anythign nearly as cool as what I'm sharing with you here in this picture. This ia a photo of a leave-behind balloon sculpture done by a scruffy (and from wht the train employees said, smelly) Grizzly Adams lookin' dude. He was just sitting in the dining car, twisting up balloons, and when I got up to get a coffee, I saw this sitting there.<br /><br />Ah! Constitutional Law class just let out, so I gotta go. But I wanted to get this up. Have a good night, and I will try to make it sooner than eight weeks when I post another of these.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-13593474949238520322009-12-17T20:25:00.000-08:002009-12-17T20:52:03.388-08:00Back to School....Well, it's only been 10 years since I was in school...how different can it be? Don't answer that! I know things have changed a great deal in the last ten years, but I feel compelled to get this done. <br /><br />I was attending the University of Washington's Evening Degree program in 1997 and 1998. I would have just continued to go and been finished with the program and the degree in 2000, but wound up getting my IT job as a software trainer in 1999. There was way too much to learnb on this new job for me to be able to sustain that and upper level coursework at the U.W. too. So I left the program and decided I would go back after a couple of years when I found my legs on my new job. Well, two years turned into ten seemingly overnight and here I am, finally going back to school. The cost of college has doubled since I've been out. It's really staggering what it costs to get a decent education these days. But the good news is, I should be done in early 2011. So just one more year, and maybe another quarter after that and I'll have my bachelors in political science. Will I make more money? No. Will it help me in my career in any way? No. What it will do is give me a sense of completion for something I started a very long time ago. It's always bothered me that I didn't complete my bachelors degree. Very much. When Kristopher decided he wanted to go back to school, I did everything I could to encourage that - now he'll be done with his bachelors and looking toward his masters in just a few months. For the past three years I've been of a mind that it was too late for me to do the same. Well, there was early 2008 when I made another run at the U and had all my documentation ready to sign up, but was vascillating because Kristopher wanted me to try the distance degree program like he did - the end result was that I didn't go back at all and thereby wasted another two years. It really does go by very, very quickly. <br /><br />So that's it. Classes start January 4. Wish me luck.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-23073243511415924482009-11-09T20:46:00.000-08:002009-11-09T20:48:39.560-08:00Oh My God!It's been over two months since I wrote a blog entry. Now this isn't the longest amount of time I've gone without putting up a post, but it seems like a very long time. I've been in a cast, I've been rolling around on a scooter and trying to survive my job.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-29218911194137275672009-08-27T10:41:00.000-07:002009-08-27T11:41:26.510-07:00Long Time No Bloggie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGrc5QGqLTZsCI-YwdzTCl3fnSd5qLV8dLuEHun0eVZYfd9ITiyv81ROuD49V0OkeQIB1izA1UFL7AcA41-kJANqwMvi03QiS6bTpC5AAN8NFNu8S100IIjcVSpW2qFdy60hoeag/s1600-h/me_in_hospital.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGrc5QGqLTZsCI-YwdzTCl3fnSd5qLV8dLuEHun0eVZYfd9ITiyv81ROuD49V0OkeQIB1izA1UFL7AcA41-kJANqwMvi03QiS6bTpC5AAN8NFNu8S100IIjcVSpW2qFdy60hoeag/s320/me_in_hospital.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374706240848663858" /></a><br />Hello! <br /><br />Lots has happened since I last blogged. I've had a fusion surgery on my left foot and am currently convelescing in my lovely home. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz123oC2_meLoS_nT7oSM54_1sIXtXHw6tlND6nxgN4s3RRbDFqvejogswJiBFTElOe0Ij_ROGibQXHbLSsEbCvPAIIB7Ic6YlMBDtB3bQ6SgUfxxLHCyGMA8xOS2WQFRanHn8mQ/s1600-h/foot_in_hospital_8-20-2009.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz123oC2_meLoS_nT7oSM54_1sIXtXHw6tlND6nxgN4s3RRbDFqvejogswJiBFTElOe0Ij_ROGibQXHbLSsEbCvPAIIB7Ic6YlMBDtB3bQ6SgUfxxLHCyGMA8xOS2WQFRanHn8mQ/s320/foot_in_hospital_8-20-2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374706574937738002" /></a> <br />The photo of my here was taken in the hospital last week, and there's my foot inthe foreground and my primary method of transportation for the next three months in the background. Like everything else I own, this little knee scooter has been customized and given a name. This is daisy. She's got a PowerPuff girl (Buttercup) strapped to her basket, got some lively pink and silver tassles on her handlebars and even a specially purchased teapot bell for dinging as I go 'round the house. She's really be a handy companion.<br /><br />So let's see what all there is to catch up on....the weekend before I went into the hosptial, Kristopher and I made a daytrip over to Roslyn where we met up with Nick and Maggie and had lunch at the brick. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz0XNtAuYn0bA2QOEfQFLJnlPPqo7msv4vjiUwGkCxNNY7HFgL2ZjzT9X4RdO4VTO0FcG2ukin3PYx2tlAAF-CeDtzfMgOOzEgvxQb6eCXx4qxXRWeK6DrukR9cYv3lSinj1wraQ/s1600-h/1_to_roslyn.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz0XNtAuYn0bA2QOEfQFLJnlPPqo7msv4vjiUwGkCxNNY7HFgL2ZjzT9X4RdO4VTO0FcG2ukin3PYx2tlAAF-CeDtzfMgOOzEgvxQb6eCXx4qxXRWeK6DrukR9cYv3lSinj1wraQ/s320/1_to_roslyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374708448544680946" /></a><br />First picture was taken from the car on the road to Rosyln. It's really a pretty little drive. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFW7uicT-H855unfi1IQ2bW35LYolSnNtWMYgBlQxn1OB7lo1HZRNsaqBw-xcnsj0bZxL26XNlTeT2ZGG096e0OJFg6BPtBl9OrF3xShkXmhYxOysXMzKxcRsKbJtvRF5qUSfFkw/s1600-h/2__kms_driving.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFW7uicT-H855unfi1IQ2bW35LYolSnNtWMYgBlQxn1OB7lo1HZRNsaqBw-xcnsj0bZxL26XNlTeT2ZGG096e0OJFg6BPtBl9OrF3xShkXmhYxOysXMzKxcRsKbJtvRF5qUSfFkw/s320/2__kms_driving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374708669208410658" /></a><br />The next one is of my little man. He wanted this to be a really nice trip for me, so he did all the driving. it was actually pretty great.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLq9AtK7OxQEWByie0Dbuygrfoi_QPTI4jY6Wcpzzz860pPobaUnsR_dMLN9IIZ3lvMzkEQ60MIkZco_tcyn_FoCSYb3VkLg4g1hBNjKRgYgqzqnv5qImw2ATN30-IAq3r3pfjyw/s1600-h/3_kms_at_museum_outdoors.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLq9AtK7OxQEWByie0Dbuygrfoi_QPTI4jY6Wcpzzz860pPobaUnsR_dMLN9IIZ3lvMzkEQ60MIkZco_tcyn_FoCSYb3VkLg4g1hBNjKRgYgqzqnv5qImw2ATN30-IAq3r3pfjyw/s320/3_kms_at_museum_outdoors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374708937626829106" /></a> There aren't a ton of things to do in Roslyn, but one of them is the local museum. Here's a picture of my budding historian in front of the museum's outdoor exhibit.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHWgWYdA57RBCbfm_3lkoigP1NsjMkcpofcGkz8_GxLWRMMgMpy_IqNhHFXyMK5ucAEu2JrA6VsuWcqYiFvM09RwLqQcfBbVLYtTsuXjUYiYv_OHfApydawU7NFvdoKM8U5tO8A/s1600-h/4_antique_organ_Roslyn_museum.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHWgWYdA57RBCbfm_3lkoigP1NsjMkcpofcGkz8_GxLWRMMgMpy_IqNhHFXyMK5ucAEu2JrA6VsuWcqYiFvM09RwLqQcfBbVLYtTsuXjUYiYv_OHfApydawU7NFvdoKM8U5tO8A/s320/4_antique_organ_Roslyn_museum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374709443828352946" /></a> The picture of the organ is just that...a picture of a really cool organ at the Roslyn museum. Hey! They can't all be significant!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJLCLahHP7f-fMlwqLgwNuDTNCPyRCG55T2BmuXqihINx_8AMmpEtEq7D1IBfwHfnaIp8Pv_UMCkTdY-1i53HdTt8-i_fOwGUgrbXfnPe72itUGnuvT8OhM1Zx9UwTQWEzUSk7oQ/s1600-h/5_me_and_KMS_goofing_at_museum.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJLCLahHP7f-fMlwqLgwNuDTNCPyRCG55T2BmuXqihINx_8AMmpEtEq7D1IBfwHfnaIp8Pv_UMCkTdY-1i53HdTt8-i_fOwGUgrbXfnPe72itUGnuvT8OhM1Zx9UwTQWEzUSk7oQ/s320/5_me_and_KMS_goofing_at_museum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374709769802493346" /></a> And this one is of me and the little man out in front of the museum. Self-sufficient explorers that we are, this is obviously self-taken. There really weren't a lot of people under the age of 80 wandering around to ask.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgESTfFRPzYM7fxlbr_kLt_oUq5aCXIFnMyLUp4Mpuu8M6G4SP4WyiMGobsgEMEd35uIWNGzaVwHFGdMiqRUs0TZiw-8MAPTPL1nr_YOy9jDDsxo-YOjUn6en67AUl3Q05qWym4cw/s1600-h/7_me_at_antique_switchboard.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgESTfFRPzYM7fxlbr_kLt_oUq5aCXIFnMyLUp4Mpuu8M6G4SP4WyiMGobsgEMEd35uIWNGzaVwHFGdMiqRUs0TZiw-8MAPTPL1nr_YOy9jDDsxo-YOjUn6en67AUl3Q05qWym4cw/s320/7_me_at_antique_switchboard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374710068672086242" /></a> My favorite exhibit at the museum was this old switchboard. It reminded me of my mother. This one was actually in service there in Roslyn until some time in the 1980s! There is much about this little town that appears to be frozen in time. And they are very proud that their little community was used for the filming of Northern Exposure. The crazy clock that was ordered by the hot-shot astronaut in one of the episodes is now in the Roslyn museum. It's really cool to see close up. It was made out of a bunch of random objects like paper plates - and then spray-painted gold. Check it out. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63MDH0cKvdvlObAJciFgpKlio7W_3ErroafETm8nS_WNI_-vyZ-k6d8N0bL8DKIHwLb5UKhAseQd8XzBOzZk9sUQ_h72zZwDUIPftmwzJ32AgQyyUbQa0bOMjJx3XaDbE4umFbA/s1600-h/8_gold_clock.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63MDH0cKvdvlObAJciFgpKlio7W_3ErroafETm8nS_WNI_-vyZ-k6d8N0bL8DKIHwLb5UKhAseQd8XzBOzZk9sUQ_h72zZwDUIPftmwzJ32AgQyyUbQa0bOMjJx3XaDbE4umFbA/s320/8_gold_clock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374710497964412130" /></a><br />After the museum we met Nick and Maggie at The Brick. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1o1YlUzWXjvkmDFlmXOFg11s22QhQEG-yD01bfJqL1GW3IOspgQMISMqyAgX_2q4vO_O-h46igWQFBialzQ3cxDn3gdYbJWL7TGkGu1LCl0MNAxf2vVfuIcKKcFwG5Koz452MvA/s1600-h/9_the_brick_iron_ring.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1o1YlUzWXjvkmDFlmXOFg11s22QhQEG-yD01bfJqL1GW3IOspgQMISMqyAgX_2q4vO_O-h46igWQFBialzQ3cxDn3gdYbJWL7TGkGu1LCl0MNAxf2vVfuIcKKcFwG5Koz452MvA/s320/9_the_brick_iron_ring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374711023076246034" /></a> I should have taken pics of Nick and Maggie, but I suck at that kind of stuff. We had a nice meal there, and it was just fun to be in there. Check out the sign: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVRxRV75utRUFFm1z0JAfST20p3-o8pW5oKh2S2O9Z85ofzO73U_lmqod-2t_EvEGP8iPyGI_EmqTSSWAq886x9OnZQPwSukyAdCyS7cnETkL5FHTkFrr70BgpBZ9FWgZwM6gew/s1600-h/10_the_brick_sign.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVRxRV75utRUFFm1z0JAfST20p3-o8pW5oKh2S2O9Z85ofzO73U_lmqod-2t_EvEGP8iPyGI_EmqTSSWAq886x9OnZQPwSukyAdCyS7cnETkL5FHTkFrr70BgpBZ9FWgZwM6gew/s320/10_the_brick_sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374711395469007842" /></a><br /><br />There's actually a working spit-river that runs the length of the bar. It's really kind of gross. You can just imagine what it was like when everyone was chewing tobacco and spitting into it. Ug! But it's a piece of living history, so in that respect, it's pretty cool. No.. I didn't take a picture of the spit river. Just use your imagination. It's a friggin' tin-lined trough in the floor that runs the length of the bar with a little river of fresh water flowing in it. When we were there a napkin had found its way there and was floating around. It kinda grossed me out. So no...no friggin' picture!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfco-TDBylUi1AcQYNOd2sO6wTJzXsjiEx72U2UD8ObQ3xLk_je8RyD4TU8LL7stHBxrBXUSnx70PjINp8v8xGTIQMVcuLANULPVI9npoT0Q9EjStpFl70PzyXD28MuqBu3_KxLA/s1600-h/13_me_and_the_man_at_the_camel_wall.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfco-TDBylUi1AcQYNOd2sO6wTJzXsjiEx72U2UD8ObQ3xLk_je8RyD4TU8LL7stHBxrBXUSnx70PjINp8v8xGTIQMVcuLANULPVI9npoT0Q9EjStpFl70PzyXD28MuqBu3_KxLA/s320/13_me_and_the_man_at_the_camel_wall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374712154018476578" /></a> <br />We did manage to get the classic picture in front of the Roslyn Cafe sign. Thank you Nick!<br />Another feature of Rolsyn is the cemetary. Or should I say "cemetaries"? There are 26 of them abutted one to the other there in the tiny burg of Roslyn. We took a pretty good look around. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJw4_pzlN_tQnsDD4f0wTXl2ysBfdduGmwvRsFsCLWSBEme72V2a0FBVcKvh9bRbvRJjK_gXND0iXEvpYDoI5hz88M9XCMDcrd3IQ_fnVoCvlIAUEBnq4ZQo0I6uZvvWQnzo-TlQ/s1600-h/14_druids_cemetary_sign.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJw4_pzlN_tQnsDD4f0wTXl2ysBfdduGmwvRsFsCLWSBEme72V2a0FBVcKvh9bRbvRJjK_gXND0iXEvpYDoI5hz88M9XCMDcrd3IQ_fnVoCvlIAUEBnq4ZQo0I6uZvvWQnzo-TlQ/s320/14_druids_cemetary_sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374712630927440290" /></a> <br />There were cemetaries for Masons, cemetaries for various other religious groups, mini cemetaries founded by individuals, and yes...there is a Druid cemetary here. I'll have to be sure to remember to tell Leon about this one. I liked the sign. It was extremely cool with all the moss growing off of it. Also, something to note about ye olde druid cemetary...it was the only one around that had ferns growing in it. We took a pretty good look around, and none of the adjacent cemetaries had ferns. Hm... Hooo Doo.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YnAg-GhK_QCdPLbrUgXaCpet-X2P6BSCmM54CYEz-b20xwk83Om527MBK25Dvey-uLFu7rR5BVol7Y11L0LK5D4NADFVQzsvlhfI_rngpHjdFAwg9d3cyVInd4M69_nRvaNTVw/s1600-h/16_wooden_headstone.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YnAg-GhK_QCdPLbrUgXaCpet-X2P6BSCmM54CYEz-b20xwk83Om527MBK25Dvey-uLFu7rR5BVol7Y11L0LK5D4NADFVQzsvlhfI_rngpHjdFAwg9d3cyVInd4M69_nRvaNTVw/s320/16_wooden_headstone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374713251826732322" /></a> <br />There were lots of really cool headstones in this cemetary. They were made out of all sorts of different things. This one was made of wood. I was extremely impressed by its longevity. 100 years and you can still read the name and dates carved into this one.<br />I've been in quite a few old cemetaries, but this is the only one I've ever seen with little plots completely fenced off. Check this out:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hNlf3Jx1reAT1kWjNbT_qux4ND6UYzCDDgSBY20Vozeca7E_a6o54XeQIPjDO0qQ3aW4k1EhEyEia_44NO_OU4xyqu6qPaBzh5xwFwx1OkaDtLF09pd1tWcM6roWU3W0KedY8g/s1600-h/15_iron_gated_plot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hNlf3Jx1reAT1kWjNbT_qux4ND6UYzCDDgSBY20Vozeca7E_a6o54XeQIPjDO0qQ3aW4k1EhEyEia_44NO_OU4xyqu6qPaBzh5xwFwx1OkaDtLF09pd1tWcM6roWU3W0KedY8g/s320/15_iron_gated_plot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374713605163735650" /></a><br />Oh, and no trip or site-seeing venture is complete without a photo of my little husband giving me the high sign. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAt3dSNW8ttOhSPIcz1uJKbPcDpExjImoJf38N_EZ1v_MVZctIfBcoTyqQyFvP9ZdR58txJ-YUM9UrPYrHFiEB8IY05X3KjJNBQv5nrmNZ45i_q0rmhJ33NxpEMqHcnouOhyphenhyphenA_g/s1600-h/5_hi_sign_kms.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAt3dSNW8ttOhSPIcz1uJKbPcDpExjImoJf38N_EZ1v_MVZctIfBcoTyqQyFvP9ZdR58txJ-YUM9UrPYrHFiEB8IY05X3KjJNBQv5nrmNZ45i_q0rmhJ33NxpEMqHcnouOhyphenhyphenA_g/s320/5_hi_sign_kms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374713874764781954" /></a><br />So that's pretty much it for Roslyn. And before we went to Roslyn, we had ourselves our 7th anniversary. Yep. Me and the little man have been married seven years. What a ride. And no, he hadn't been taking drugs when I took this photo. We were at the Claim Jumper restaurant, and my little man just gets embarrassed when I do things like take these long-arm photos of us. But hell! Someone's got to do it!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhTpxlXjKc2Bxs5cO1rzEyBPYmL3vrfwfLhybyr8A0Y5ABFRbJqt3H-9x8ai5iOaNbasmWkJSKGsPw2zjm6xKlyKqM8YK61Yrfeqv_rLOoErUamD4svhN9T_iNmmm1t0foUrvLA/s1600-h/7th_Anniversary.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhTpxlXjKc2Bxs5cO1rzEyBPYmL3vrfwfLhybyr8A0Y5ABFRbJqt3H-9x8ai5iOaNbasmWkJSKGsPw2zjm6xKlyKqM8YK61Yrfeqv_rLOoErUamD4svhN9T_iNmmm1t0foUrvLA/s320/7th_Anniversary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374715031215791058" /></a><br />I think this has now officially become my longest post ever, so I guess I'll stop here. I think it's time for me to go and take a shower. Ye olde leg is starting to cramp, so I think I need to get up. Even though Ghost Busters is on the television and it's pretty compelling. Ha ha! Nothing like seeing Dan Akroyd in action. Oh! Right now Bill Murray is rolling around on the floor after having been slimed by the green spud.<br /><br />Have a great day everyone!Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-18154829505822040742009-08-08T15:24:00.000-07:002009-08-14T21:45:16.318-07:00A Rainy August Day....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivB84gVfVPoG8nJBHVoVeZnxatTDx6Hm7H3v5k6X8HCstoBydLmzHXo_9CZ1R2_Ts8PieJ0ykBunHrJbbah3dhQyIFSisz6UyuckR8-pL4WgR8oxuvyl6t8NKhOW63IZiH9Zx3qA/s1600-h/flute_players_stretch.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivB84gVfVPoG8nJBHVoVeZnxatTDx6Hm7H3v5k6X8HCstoBydLmzHXo_9CZ1R2_Ts8PieJ0ykBunHrJbbah3dhQyIFSisz6UyuckR8-pL4WgR8oxuvyl6t8NKhOW63IZiH9Zx3qA/s320/flute_players_stretch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367731117872974914" /></a><br />So we were supposed to have an air-conditioner delivered yesterday. We're certainly not in a hurry for it now that it has cooled off to a very Seattle-like 60 degrees. Oh well. It's a rainy, gray Saturday and I think that both myself and the husband are enjoying it very much. I'm in my music room playing with my computer and my flutes, and he is in the living room playing video games. We're going to an art opening later tonight. Can't say that I'm all stoked up about that either. Just had a second cup of coffee for the day and thought I would use the added energy to blog while I waited for the sugar to get rinsed out of my mouth so I can pick up one or more of my flutes. I've already put in two hours practice today but plan to do at least another hour. The weekend is time for me to get caught up on the practice I missed during the work week because I was too fried from the office-day to come home and put the lips on the plate. <br /><br />So, let's see... on my last entry, I was putting up pics from the Seattle Flute Festival back in April - so I guess I will continue with that. In fact, the one at the top of the post is a bunch of flute players stretching under the direction of <a href="http://web.mac.com/flutibia/FLUTIBIA/HOME.html">Lea Pearson</a> who gave a very cool seminar on <a href="http://www.giamusic.com/products/P-6745.cfm">Body Mapping for Flutists</a>. <br /><br />So I think I already have a picture of <a href="http://www.myspace.com/pattillostyle">Greg Patillo</a>, the beat-boxing flutist with his ensemble <a href="http://www.whatisproject.org/Projectsamplebio.htm">Project</a>, but here's another one anyway - he's cute. You'll get over it. And I'm sure that Eric Stephson and Peter Seymour will appreciate me calling them "Greg's Ensemble". Sorry guys. You are both bad-ass on your instruments and rocked that concert here in Seattle, but I'm a flute-nut, so I'm all about Patillo.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWSA2Hgl8GSaWAwMC-hoVfzJJ1tjTOi4PMF-dI9aKPHqZDTO_UiqzZy-kUWFn6twdjLEBmkzU8Cvrtbmp56XoPoi8tW7m7eFIE2cZnnvTwx3BS6AfjLOJjO8IzBA0eMaIWSWSsQ/s1600-h/Greg_Patillo.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWSA2Hgl8GSaWAwMC-hoVfzJJ1tjTOi4PMF-dI9aKPHqZDTO_UiqzZy-kUWFn6twdjLEBmkzU8Cvrtbmp56XoPoi8tW7m7eFIE2cZnnvTwx3BS6AfjLOJjO8IzBA0eMaIWSWSsQ/s320/Greg_Patillo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367730253490339538" /></a><br /><br />And second we have Project on stage for the main event:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnlAk7nsyeygjcQ0KuM5nGU6Ds3f0juhm7EsNMuzsqfBsy9WB8pkNdN3JM62x6SFaJJHsZwQCavjy_ioCBcBi673hBDG_CueO_lt2lptpuMS-BIXfnaoPAK9aVr2eFIZhF8inAw/s1600-h/Project.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnlAk7nsyeygjcQ0KuM5nGU6Ds3f0juhm7EsNMuzsqfBsy9WB8pkNdN3JM62x6SFaJJHsZwQCavjy_ioCBcBi673hBDG_CueO_lt2lptpuMS-BIXfnaoPAK9aVr2eFIZhF8inAw/s320/Project.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367730639054531714" /></a><br /><br /><br />And third, we have the stage after Project has gone into the wings. I thought it was a nice touch to leave the cello there.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIBsWSnLLnXZlFjNjbRIvDzcXfCb5SEYIUkM0bsPn1hZ2jXiXl5zt3Brk6PfriedxwJV2imb4ALp2YC9D-cs2xOBO1yMSvfpJ10Q0mwRQzn4PvULU_NMPCpglJZgar2YSga1NDg/s1600-h/empty_stage_after_performance.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIBsWSnLLnXZlFjNjbRIvDzcXfCb5SEYIUkM0bsPn1hZ2jXiXl5zt3Brk6PfriedxwJV2imb4ALp2YC9D-cs2xOBO1yMSvfpJ10Q0mwRQzn4PvULU_NMPCpglJZgar2YSga1NDg/s320/empty_stage_after_performance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367730886807772274" /></a><br /><br />So that's about it for the flute festival. I was too busy having fun to take too many pictures. One of the scenes I really wound up wishing I'd gotten was a shot of the vendors room. Good God....there was no way to capture the feeling of that room without having audio. What a crazy cacophony! Hundreds and hundreds of flutes being tested and pawed by hundreds of people. It was really something else.<br /><br />And then there was a fun bike ride last weekend with me, Kristopher and a friend of ours, Lisa Lake. She works with Kristopher, but I claim her too. We had a deal where we said that whenever we went out riding together and took photos, we would crop from the waist up. So here are a few photos of our little 23-mile bike ride on on the Sammamish River and Burke-Gilman trails from last Sunday:<br /><br />And here's one with my favorite sculpture on the trail. From one side it is a crescent moon, and from the other it is a salmon. Very cool indeed. We all had our picture done by it. (probably a stalling tactic as this is about 8 miles from the entrance where we started). Of coures, I'm a complete dumbass and didn't get a picture of the salmon side. Next ride. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5a4_x1pili4vlVWghjiqpBtTeH2fUpwGmLNk17CBAuPf4zfAlu6E7ppa2sHurtCT8k3Y13DY8UnCbj5vqjSZ-i8oByH_ACsv552i2GE01gKh0tzDsRyPpobLlfL10zX9Fl89SaA/s1600-h/me_at_moon-salmon_sculpture_Marymoore.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5a4_x1pili4vlVWghjiqpBtTeH2fUpwGmLNk17CBAuPf4zfAlu6E7ppa2sHurtCT8k3Y13DY8UnCbj5vqjSZ-i8oByH_ACsv552i2GE01gKh0tzDsRyPpobLlfL10zX9Fl89SaA/s320/me_at_moon-salmon_sculpture_Marymoore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367758069859585314" /></a><br /><br />And then here's the three of us taken from Kristopher's long arm.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyRXUv37jwISQdeBW3aVY45ZhewsgfhDTC5in1BTMMEnjMo-rITarjx2XQtj4Od_2C2wrWdc-HxTGPVCrRx-Qsc3lMvsHC3XfUB3TtGBqDgGa0RPcFlBwMH5xQUENltkymdU06w/s1600-h/great_day_at_Marymoore.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyRXUv37jwISQdeBW3aVY45ZhewsgfhDTC5in1BTMMEnjMo-rITarjx2XQtj4Od_2C2wrWdc-HxTGPVCrRx-Qsc3lMvsHC3XfUB3TtGBqDgGa0RPcFlBwMH5xQUENltkymdU06w/s320/great_day_at_Marymoore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367758522641335330" /></a><br /><br />So I'm tired of this post now. This is about all the blogging I want to do for the moment. Ug. Happy Saturday everyone!Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-62568086636713063442009-07-22T23:07:00.000-07:002009-07-22T23:52:09.630-07:00Woo Hoo! Claire de Lune Sounds Decent!Yay! I've been working on friggin' Claire de Lune for about six weeks, and it's finally starting to not sound like complete ass. <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHLRda3XW22_d58ZJcqCSqeP83P-O6u3-HwyT1kQ1K04BoN0NbLfhcVVCzGOtz0EI1BnVkSsMcaSiDU6Adr1yDA_rHMDi9hnnkUPK2M8v0Ktg5NlmM4oThf70TnmWOCDy7CMWmw/s1600-h/2009-7-22_me.JPG"><IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361536667715465474 border=0 alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHLRda3XW22_d58ZJcqCSqeP83P-O6u3-HwyT1kQ1K04BoN0NbLfhcVVCzGOtz0EI1BnVkSsMcaSiDU6Adr1yDA_rHMDi9hnnkUPK2M8v0Ktg5NlmM4oThf70TnmWOCDy7CMWmw/s320/2009-7-22_me.JPG"></A><br /><br />I've got an .mp3 of it, but I don't see a way to upload .mp3s to blogger. Bummer. I wouldn't have minded sharing this one. Even though I don't know how to use my recorder very well yet, and there's no piano accomp...accomp...accompaniest. **grin** You'd know what the hell I was talking about if you saw "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou" about 20 times. I can't make a video for shit. I did about ten of them and none of them would upload to youtube. I can't believe it. I guess I'll have to buy my own digital movie camera to make that happen. Or get my buddy who's in feeeelm school to come over and record me. <br /><br />I'm starting to get my sound back though - yay! I'm so glad. I was worried there for a while. I've been practicing pretty heavily for the past 4 months, and wasn't noticing what I thought was a reasonable amount of improvement until very lately. Past couple of weeks. I've been getting good, encouraging comments from my teacher, and that's good. I LOVE playin' the flute. I enjoy looking at them on their stands too. I put in about 90 minutes this evening and that was on top of my 45 minute lesson, so I don't feel bad that I'm just looking at them and not playing them. I was telling Kristopher that I need to buy a third flute stand because I can't get all three of them out at once. I'm really hoping I can figure out how I'm going to play while I'm out after my foot surgery. The biggest hurdle has been cleared in that my instructor has agreed to come to the house for my August and September lessons. So at least I get to continue.<br /><br />It occurred to me that I never put up any pictures of my adventures at the Seattle Flute Festival back in April. Just wasn't doing much blogging in that month - anyway, no time like the present.<br /><br />The Seattle Flute Festival was held a the Town Hall in Seattle, and they couldn't have picked a better place. I love the Town Hall. I saw a historical actor protray Thomas Jefferson there once and the atmosphere really made the thing. But I digress. Might as well start off with a little Greg Patillo. He was the featured artist for the Festival. OMG! Look at the time....I'm gonna have to continue this tomorrow. But here's Greg anyway.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bkxLI5_uJGnAVUiPcItkOiv5uvL3JFN3qQn_d65fUzaU0Md6yOdFQ8xqogCsUUvRoCf7rfLT91bmWzQ-EXNUxhwPM0wg55OdKoc1jAtj3Gk4XrxSudFEejKo-3Fwtgm4DElcxQ/s1600-h/2009-4-4_Greg_Patillo_Seattle_flute_festival.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bkxLI5_uJGnAVUiPcItkOiv5uvL3JFN3qQn_d65fUzaU0Md6yOdFQ8xqogCsUUvRoCf7rfLT91bmWzQ-EXNUxhwPM0wg55OdKoc1jAtj3Gk4XrxSudFEejKo-3Fwtgm4DElcxQ/s320/2009-4-4_Greg_Patillo_Seattle_flute_festival.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361544452738225106" /></a><br />Greg's an amazing flutist and he does quite a bit more than just play stright, melodious flute. He's a beat-boxing flutist, and his stuff's all over youtube.<br /><br />Anyway, we will continue this later. It's almost midnight and it's a worknight!Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-69866956387322696862009-07-10T10:12:00.001-07:002009-07-10T10:24:41.084-07:00Man! What the Hell is Goin' On?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2628nKKpH5mfNI-uXv4o8Om-PzJfdju29A83pNLPl2oK2cw9HX8gm2V0cgJZIeSLyj6ZakwkLMaln_SejB7QCE-uzaEDxnSmEqTSx1U0GdKsGnVPtsLXqxGNeRUb7eyIq5oKAgQ/s1600-h/JCBadLuck.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2628nKKpH5mfNI-uXv4o8Om-PzJfdju29A83pNLPl2oK2cw9HX8gm2V0cgJZIeSLyj6ZakwkLMaln_SejB7QCE-uzaEDxnSmEqTSx1U0GdKsGnVPtsLXqxGNeRUb7eyIq5oKAgQ/s320/JCBadLuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356883469267603074" /></a><br />What's up with all the bad ju-ju bullshit lately? Let's see....I've had nothing but bullshit and hassles with my health, a bit of which I've chronicled here...my fuckin' car got keyed in the parking lot of the park-n-ride last week, my brother-in-law who had a very complicated shoulder surgery where they grafted cadaver bones in to help support what had deteriorated, pulled all of the grafts lose when he was trying to work on a piece of machinery at his work, well after he was cleared to go back, and now has to have another surgery to re-do what he has un-done. That would be completely horrible. My nephew burned his eyes by welding with a mask that had gone faulty in the middle of his job, and now my brother-in-law is going to have to undergo a series of rabies shots because he tried to help a feral kitten and the bumble fucks at the city, they live in Wenatchee, killed the kitten immediately, but mishandled the remains so they couldn't do the rabies test after all. So, shots for the brother in law. And I guess they are still the same as they were at the turn of the fuckin' century (not the most recent one) and so will be given to him in his stomach over the course of three injections. Oh! and a church-mate's husband had a heart attack last night. ENOUGH ALREADY! FOR FUCK'S SAKE! This niggling and eating and biting with bad shit happening needs to STOP. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_vujDSO3HJumLV3CdWUyUtpjyhkrNS9pArXynPrdXjWO-X-rR1HBSznZd8qNhGGPj1KwHpe8C8g1J8w3pzyu3coUhPQycRXfR7TENfuO4dxwUd8y-WORfd_9AN5ZG_0FKPFTTQ/s1600-h/bad-luck-demotivational-posters.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_vujDSO3HJumLV3CdWUyUtpjyhkrNS9pArXynPrdXjWO-X-rR1HBSznZd8qNhGGPj1KwHpe8C8g1J8w3pzyu3coUhPQycRXfR7TENfuO4dxwUd8y-WORfd_9AN5ZG_0FKPFTTQ/s320/bad-luck-demotivational-posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356883595460390930" /></a><br />Okay...there. I've said my piece. Beyond that, it is Friday...oh sacred, oh blessed, oh thou glorious and singularly holy FRIDAY. Needless to say, I am looking forward to the weekend. Not because I have anything planned, but because I will not be at work. Work hasn't been that bad this week, actually. I've gotten a lot done, and am planning to get a lot done today also. I've already downloaded one new software update, and am getting ready to do another. then I'm going to do some billable work. Then I'm going to see the surgeon for my make-up appointment, and hopefully get a surgery date set to get this foot taken care of. Enough is enough already.<br /><br />Well, I wish everyone reading this a Happy Friday. And may only GOOD come your way.Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-40189639644506344712009-07-08T11:54:00.000-07:002009-07-10T10:12:15.346-07:00Happy WednesdayWell, I'm in a pretty good mood today. Gettin' lots of work done and feeling pretty good in general. Let's see...did I mention that I got to select my 15 year service gift last week? No? Well, Hell! I did! It's a very cool program our company has - they contract with the O.C. Tanner company that does nothing but keep up with companies employees, offer and ship out awards. It's very, very cool. I chose this ring here. I'm quite happy about it and it is due to be at my house, not coincidentally I'm sure, on my 15 year anniversary date which is August 1. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlIpYl2aMXDoVYJbAPHjawwn9OBU9v7cqmHZpKnmaKRAxOKcOm_W8PjJE4fHaY7-EPstzYTHiFfHjB5g3rdBPy5xi2skGOCz23iDaNbdXeI2bDpmcIPbByLByviqSuIB4Qfo_ag/s1600-h/my_ring.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlIpYl2aMXDoVYJbAPHjawwn9OBU9v7cqmHZpKnmaKRAxOKcOm_W8PjJE4fHaY7-EPstzYTHiFfHjB5g3rdBPy5xi2skGOCz23iDaNbdXeI2bDpmcIPbByLByviqSuIB4Qfo_ag/s320/my_ring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356165330504926242" /></a><br /><br />I'm also listening to a little White Ladder action - I love the songs on that disk. Babylon is one of my faves...you gotta be careful though, there are quite a few wrist-slitting tracks on there as well. <br /><br />Well, I gotta get back to it...I just wanted to post up a picture of my 15-year prize. I think it's great that they do that. Not all employers do - but then there's a reason people tend to stick around here, and this is just one of many.<br /><br />Have a great day everyone, and remember....if things get too hairy, you may have just picked the wrong day to stop stiffin' glue!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHXUaKMrqQUg5njhOdJr7gZmg32VhJHFPgnRv3nJYDA9yCNzKhgjn8_7tbrnc7sdIHN3fFeLArQBa1QdchlKj4GuuupGWXS7ExQgMZg2HN3kpsbtl68E6pSySyKa0E4JxuU-4Bg/s1600-h/sniffingglue-706742.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHXUaKMrqQUg5njhOdJr7gZmg32VhJHFPgnRv3nJYDA9yCNzKhgjn8_7tbrnc7sdIHN3fFeLArQBa1QdchlKj4GuuupGWXS7ExQgMZg2HN3kpsbtl68E6pSySyKa0E4JxuU-4Bg/s320/sniffingglue-706742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356168234337623170" /></a>Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-10397702087501833822009-07-06T21:53:00.000-07:002009-07-06T22:37:00.418-07:004-Day Weekend Winding Down....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXY6ZteaD5l0Z5GrOsGJ7iZkcLOGgr-N1few1GFxofLYwYFY1l0D0F_i1YLSqNX5FIZdkhVQI2TEQlcl87oFlbftrEbwnBF9VXFEojYAkR2hxgfr18PjClugfDWGRJKyO7n1krA/s1600-h/flute_wall_July_2009.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXY6ZteaD5l0Z5GrOsGJ7iZkcLOGgr-N1few1GFxofLYwYFY1l0D0F_i1YLSqNX5FIZdkhVQI2TEQlcl87oFlbftrEbwnBF9VXFEojYAkR2hxgfr18PjClugfDWGRJKyO7n1krA/s320/flute_wall_July_2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355583518076645154" /></a><br />My second Gemeinhardt flute ad came in today. It's black and white and I don't care for it as much as the color one I got a couple of weeks ago, but it's a nice addition to the wall. I have it hanging up with my Haynes ad tacked above it. Pretty cool with the statues of the composers and the candleabra...Well, candle "thing" anyway. <br /><br />I took today off to go along with the 3-day weekend for the 4th of July. We had a really quiet one this year. We didn't spend any money on fireworks or go anywhere this weekend. We pretty much stayed in and wtached DVDs and Kristopher did his homework and I did my flute practicing. Life is good. I started to go in today, but wound up just bagging in and staying home. Who knows how many more opportunities I'll get to just say home and play my flutes. Which, that and cooking is pretty much all I've done today and I'm happy about that. I got up around 10, and after my shower and protein shake, came into the music/exercise room and played for over five hours. I honestly lost count. I'm going to call it five hours in my practice book, though I'm certain it's more like 7. Seems to be the only thing I'm interested in doing lately, so I guess I'm just gonna do it and not question it too much.<br /><br />Friday morning I was surprised by a visit from Tim Allen and my little doll-baby Meara. They are so cute together. I really enjoyed their visit. We took Meara out to the backyard where she swung in the hammock. It was a blast. The picture here is one I took about a week ago over at their house. I didn't bring out the camera while they were here on Friday - but it's a fresh picture and you get the idea. I love her hair!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxje464Ba8RIc7d1TxQwreLrxTfTe4x7TfIic6hgkUHdZu9xrd10cIQKc2_er2Zbb_Jr6po9pFLoRut4Eyb_f1J4govYQeT5UmfA0qIlaPhxFldp2NoRdUXAxWHgtZ-uvl3kd14g/s1600-h/Meara_and_TimAllen_6-25-2009.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxje464Ba8RIc7d1TxQwreLrxTfTe4x7TfIic6hgkUHdZu9xrd10cIQKc2_er2Zbb_Jr6po9pFLoRut4Eyb_f1J4govYQeT5UmfA0qIlaPhxFldp2NoRdUXAxWHgtZ-uvl3kd14g/s320/Meara_and_TimAllen_6-25-2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355587413407315650" /></a><br />She is certainly the apple of Gammy's eye.<br />After Meara and Tim Allen headed out for Sally's where Meara was spending the rest of the day, Kristopher and I went to Macy's and bought the sofa and loveseat we had been looking at a couple of weeks ago when we bought the bed. Our very first new furniture together. It was really a no-brainer when you sat down on it. When I do wind up having the surgery on my foot, this stuff is going to be a great thing to have around for recovery time. It won't be delivered until the end of the month. When it is, you can bet your ass I'll get a picture of it up here.<br /><br />Yesterday, we had salmon made out on the grill. Here's a picture of my little man watching over the fish planks. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbuv3RUvUX5hx5yUB3txk8C5F5bSzgCBfRHHAyJyQvs7-U45qnixl_gMQdebl4xYuDAjwidkOq9PIm2uP8a1OodUbonzrTSzRE5HJeuUvdPqqbZeGbEef2WU74XopO-Zb9IB5nw/s1600-h/KMS&Salmon_July_2009.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbuv3RUvUX5hx5yUB3txk8C5F5bSzgCBfRHHAyJyQvs7-U45qnixl_gMQdebl4xYuDAjwidkOq9PIm2uP8a1OodUbonzrTSzRE5HJeuUvdPqqbZeGbEef2WU74XopO-Zb9IB5nw/s320/KMS&Salmon_July_2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355584879539373666" /></a><br /><br />Andrea did a little barbeque yesterday and had a couple of her friends over and invited me as well. She didn't decide to actually do it until pretty late in the day, so we had already done the salmon, but I went over for a visit later on anyway. It was great to see her and she seems pretty happy in her new living situation. The guy who is renting the room to her seems pretty nice, and, so far, no pervert-dom has risen to the surface.<br /><br />Well, tomorrow is another day and one where I am going my happy ass to work. 4 days off has been good for me. Today was especially good to just be here and enjoy being quiet and on my own. Now I'm going into the living room to watch Transformers with the man. We went to see Transformers II over the weekend and were both disappointed. But Transformers I is da bomb!Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653724.post-61386780448203331812009-06-29T14:04:00.000-07:002009-06-29T14:25:29.772-07:00Wow....It's Monday Alright<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lq1UMLf5q2Rm69CrIkQYnFdmqr4hMQM12f8GAqZDERoRIJkr-cAL3EKedRJQ77oF1K3i6kLAmnJEOri1fi6ScQ64UfBhcgGnzqd6JNzARwMdSv1ilq8-w-6fWcIiElyUfU6v2w/s1600-h/quack-doctor-788714.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lq1UMLf5q2Rm69CrIkQYnFdmqr4hMQM12f8GAqZDERoRIJkr-cAL3EKedRJQ77oF1K3i6kLAmnJEOri1fi6ScQ64UfBhcgGnzqd6JNzARwMdSv1ilq8-w-6fWcIiElyUfU6v2w/s320/quack-doctor-788714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352859936576638994" /></a><br />You know, I try to give just about everyone I meet the benefit of the doubt. When I make an appointment, I expect that if I show up, the person I made the appointment with will also be there. Not so, apparently.<br /><br />This morning, I got up and drove in because I had a 9:00 a.m. appointment with an orthopedic surgeon at <a href="http://www.opaortho.com/">OPA Seattle</a>. He's supposed to be some hot-shit rock-star surgeon whom I was foisted off on because his associate, Dr. Khan-Farooqui, whom I liked very much, was moving to Grand Junction, Colorado and didn't feel as though he could ethically perform a surgery that would need several months of follow-up care when he would only be here for one more. So, I made an appointment with his parter - the one whom he said would do the best job for what was going on here, and I was in luck...there was an appoinment available a mere 3.5 weeks away. Woo hoo! So, this morning I was pretty excited to get there and get things underway. I arrived at the OPA office building 30 minutes prior to my appointment as I was told by the receptionist who set the appointment that Dr. Mankey did not like it when patients were not prompt - that he was always prompt, hardly ever ran behind in his day and he appreciated his patients respecting that. So, not wanting to get on the doc's bad side, I showed up quite early. I went up to the offices at 8:45, and got check in by his receptionist. At 9:05, she calls me over to the desk and tells me in a very matter-of-fact voice that there was a "mix up" and Dr. Mankey wasn't in the office this morning. He had a doctor appointment, and they would call me this afternoon to reschedule. I was so friggin' stunned I just stood there for a second without saying anything - those of you who know me know that this is quite an amazing thing. Anyway, I said, <br />"great, I get one doctor who's moving away, so I get shuffled off to this one, and you guys set me an appointment which I wait nearly a month for, on a day when he has a doctor appoinment? I take off work this morning, I drive in, I park...." <br />"I know, and I'm sorry. But we'll call you this afternoon to reschedule." Now, mind you, this girl said this with all the remorse of someone telling you that they are sorry a movie is sold out and that you had to be bothered to come up to the ticket window. In other words, as though it was no fault of their own. This girl looked like she was raised on Nordstom salon foil wraps and bon-bons and didn't have a care in the world. Highly likely she is the over-privileged brat child of one of these friggin' surgeons. <br /><br />Anyway, this made for a very shitty morning. I was so upset and there was no one to take it out on. I just had to swallow it down. I would go somewhere else, but this is the recommendation I had. I mean, I know these guys don't actually care about their patients, and these guys don't even really care about the money because they are the orthopedic surgeons to the big sports teams. Now I'm not sure what kind of a recommendation THAT is considering the quality of our local sports teams, but still. Oh! and when I asked the stupid bitch later on the phone (I was so pissed off I felt that I needed to call back for clarification on how this happened and to explain that I was out money on parking and so forth) if they were at least going to cover my parking for my next visit, she said, "We don't own the garage, so we can't cover your parking." O-kay....maybe she had one too many foil jobs....since when do you have to own a parking garage to comp someone's parking? It's called petty cash, you dumb bitch! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_09qbwJr6nPGuAvdE1OechPEig1IEwSntMsGsfgtlhIcfbG43OQSPuKdSFQcTWxOXgSTC2SoNYQMoqOOUHpZZXc_R7KUmH0sTfniVM9jjOdQJsJiEdMo4tR5Pj771a7qkZEYzQ/s1600-h/dumb-blonde-288x300.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_09qbwJr6nPGuAvdE1OechPEig1IEwSntMsGsfgtlhIcfbG43OQSPuKdSFQcTWxOXgSTC2SoNYQMoqOOUHpZZXc_R7KUmH0sTfniVM9jjOdQJsJiEdMo4tR5Pj771a7qkZEYzQ/s320/dumb-blonde-288x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352863454508255154" /></a><br /><br />Anyway, that's been the old morning 'round here. It took me a couple of hours just to settle down enough to work! I hope anyone who reads this is having a better Monday than I am.<br /><br />Ciao!Azhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128271380920583236noreply@blogger.com0