Friday, December 31, 2010
I made sure the electricity was on and the lines were okay. (The level of the lake changes. It's two feet lower in the Winter and ours is not a floating dock.)
While I was verifying the information on the change in water level, I came across this site about submerged wreckage in Lake Washington. Pretty cool stuff and some interesting pictures, mostly of submerged aircraft.
*Not our boat cover, btw.
The bear died during a health examination to evaluate symptoms of lethargy... . "When keepers noticed a sudden, drastic decrease in the bear's activity, we immediately scheduled a health examination... ."What constitutes a drastic decrease in activity in a sloth?
Coulda been the booze.
Absolutely worth it.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Blogger and Facebook are working fine.
The next morning, he showed up at 7:48 am. That really happened.
Next, I'll try dreaming about winning the lottery.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
I didn't make any cookies this year. (The truth is, I made five dozen inedible cookies, so that doesn't count. I didn't eat them.) But right now on my kitchen counter I have red and green sugar-coated butter cookies, brittle, peppermint brittle, chocolate covered pretzels, peanut butter kisses, oatmeal, sugar cookies, and cookies for which I know not the names.
What to do now but eat them? Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks in between.
Good thing I got those walking shoes because I'm going to need them.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Kung Pao Chicken is on the left under Poultry and on the right under Meatless Chicken Dinners. This confuses me. Get this - the meatless chicken Kung Pao Chicken is MORE than the meatful Kung Pao Chicken.
Better get pizza.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
"...There's a bigger picture that we're really missing."
It's been forever since I bought a new holiday dress. The invitation says "semi-formal." So I walk up to my closet and check out what made it up north and isn't in storage in LA. Hmmm. I stick my arm into the wall of hanging clothes and practically pull a muscle to give them room to breathe. Slide. Slide. Slide go the hangers as I asses in seconds whether the dress in my paw will work, or not.
Did I mention I was hosting?
I've since been back to the store, but "my" dress was gone. Maybe next year.
"...I asses in seconds..." Me, too. I often feel like I have more than one ass so my New Year's Resolution is to narrow it down to just one ass. I bought those goofy walking shoes - the kind that have soles shaped like boat hulls - and will try to get out to walk every day.
This may not seem like such an accomplishment where you are but it's dark and wet here so I'm giving myself points for adding the requirement that my walking must be done outside. There's really no need for this requirement as I own a very expensive and equally dusty treadmill. Even in the rain I'd rather be outside so that's the plan.
To my friend, Laura, congrats on the new dress. Sorry about the asses.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
So let me get this straight... Larry King is on his 8th divorce, Elizabeth Taylor is possibly getting married for a 9th time, Britney Spears had a 55-hour marriage, Jesse James and Tiger Woods, while married, were having sex with everyone; and yet the idea of same-sex marriage is still going to destroy the institution of marriage? Really?
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
One of the problems of goofing off all week is having to make up for it on the weekend and you can see how well that's going so far. Further, a downside of belonging to social clubs is the expectation that you will be social. It's been an exhausting week of holiday parties and holiday bazaars and now I'm paying the price.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
- A plain white one that features Snoopy on one side, lying on the red roof of his doghouse, which satisfies my need for whimsy at any hour, and
- A tiny cup and saucer that I purchased from an antique shop in Poulsbo, which replaces the Starbucks shot glass I broke and satisfies my need to draw a shot of espresso in something that isn't labeled with a logo.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Yesterday's headlines in The Desert Sun included:
Was the white collared man violent? Did he hurl insults? It's dangerous to be Catholic anymore.... (You can find this article in several papers but I couldn't find the one linked to The Desert Sun.)
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
- Angry Birds
- My Very First App
I received a coupon for Hearty Sausage Crumbles which look pretty disgusting. They actually look better on the Jimmy Dean website than they do in the coupon. In the promo I received, the product looks disturbingly like dog food. In fact, I thought it was dog food until I read the copy.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
- I'd like to post here more often. Does thinking about it count?
- I'm thinking of changing the Home tab to "What's Doin'" and adding a "What's Sayin'" page. (Or, "Cheap Talk" or "Who Cares?") The general idea of the new page is to see if I can spike my ratings from two to maybe four by mentioning Brangelina as often as possible.
- NaNoWriMo is around the corner so I'm thinking about story ideas and how to write 50,000 words in a month.
- I want to add a Comments area to my Photos page and any others I might add.
- Thinking about adding a Story Ideas page. I have two cooking right now and another I'm saving, maybe, for November. A story I started earlier entitled "Now & Then" (mostly because I like the title) has fizzled out for the time being. I've started another and am trying to write 1,000 words per day - which for the three days I've been writing, I've managed to do. This is what I usually do during nap time which is the current time here so that's what I'm supposed to be doing right now.
There's only an hour left of nap time and 1,000 words to write. Probably should get on that....
And I would, too, except my computer seems to be napping, too.... I think my nephew has hijacked my router so I can't even write! (Keeping my Work in Progress in Google Docs for the time being.) I guess it's pen and paper for me today which is cool. I like retro.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
But some establishments have a restroom where only one person goes at a time. It's these types that confound me .
I would think it would occur to someone that, generally speaking, a woman is rarely empty handed. If not a simple phone, she carries a purse. Sometimes, shopping bags, or even a diaper bag in one arm and a baby in the other. Does it not occur to the architect that she will need to put these items down? I don't know how you guys do it, but functions performed in this location will require the use of her hands, is that not correct?
A hook on the door, at the very least, would be appreciated as one DOES NOT want to put one's ANYTHING on the floor of a public toilet. Please. What really galls me is the coffee shop, of all places, that locks its restroom door to all but its customers. One must ask for a key for the privilege of recycling the shoppe's wares which, it turns out, THEY KEEP ON A HOOK. Only to find there is no similar accoutrement in the bathroom for same said key. Is this not irony at its finest?
Maybe I should invent the Universal Over-The-Door Purse Hook for situations like these. Or a portable luggage rack of sorts. For the Super Woman in you, there's the Crossbow Launched Grapnel Hook one can shoot into the ceiling of the restroom or restaurant - or wherever one likes - to affix a pulley to hoist one's necessary Day Luggage.
Perhaps I'm getting carried away.
Maybe Depends. Maybe that's the way to go.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
When your system's acting flaky and you're trying to figure out what's going on, the Reliability Monitor may help.I can't wait to see what Number 5 is.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Naturally, I need to wash my hands before I can remedy the situation only to find out the soap is in need of refilling....
Friday, October 1, 2010
The problem is it's the time of year when convertibles are hard to sell. The weather is cooler and we are seeing less sunshine and more rain. But it's also the time of year that is still peppered with occasional sunny days, reminders of the Summer we didn't get this year. Either way, it's not been easy to let go of my Z.
Today is one of those sunny Fall days. So I dropped the top and drove amid the smell of newly fallen leaves, and the drone of leaf blowers as I passed landscaper after landscaper on my way to work. My Z is fun to drive. Not fast, she's nimble and quick, and makes me want to put both hands in the air as if I'm riding a roller coaster, just for the fun of it. And I would, too, except the drivers behind me get nervous when I do that.
All that, and Elton John was on the radio singing, "Don't let sun go down on me..." Doesn't get much better than that.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
…adults will enjoy the strong message that speaks in favor of free markets and against excessive government regulation, bureaucracy, and taxation.
Plus, its fun to read your progressive friends and watch them self-destruct trying to deflect the obvious results of their failed attempts to control and manipulate the lives of free men.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
So, here I am, goofing off - just after I got finished explaining to my supervisors that I promise to keep my goofing off to goofing off time....
That didn't last long.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Wore my hair in a high french twist, pearls, large sunglasses, and a scarf to cover protect my coif. Dropped the top, and drove the Z to work today.
In the cup holder - C's bottle full of milk for nap time later this afternoon. (His, not mine.) So elegant. So practical.
(Image from here.)
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
What ever happened to Summer? Didn't it just started the day before yesterday? Before you know it, it'll be Christmas or some such thing.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
- Shopping cart
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Seeing the empty cup reminds one of the time together, shared in quiet moments, intimate mornings. Oh, the longing for night for afterwards is another First Cup of Coffee.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Toddlers playing, Let's Be Old.
Not much of a workout.
So I've already filled the first page, which included the following list:
...among other things. So I guess I'll have to tell you about Dogs and Dolls.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Well, that's not a little boy. That's me.
It's not the first time I've been confused for a boy. In fact, just a year ago (when my hair was much shorter) one of my friends said I was wondering who that boy was on your boat, until I realized it was you!
The first time I remember being called a boy (my brother remembers this story) was when we were little, my brother and I, and we were playing on some playground somewhere - back in the day when you could leave your house on bikes without Mom or Dad and no one worried about sexual predators or stranger danger. I think we were swinging on swings and some elderly person (presumably with poor eyesight, maybe?) said something along the lines of Cute boys....
Well, after that, I grew my hair long. Kept it that way for a very long time. Cut it short and there you go - I look like a boy.
Guess it's time to change my profile picture.....
This, in stark contrast to a state park I visited last month. It's an island, with no vehicles, no bridge, no way to get there except by boat. There's no hotel, no cabins, just tent camping if you're willing to trek it there by boat and then hike it to your site. It's all of 475 acres. You can walk the five miles around it practically without seeing another human being until, of course, you come to the ladies room in the middle of the island. Then, there's a line. Seriously.
Football games are sweet revenge when the lines are outside the men's room.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
But a new one showed up the other day and washed my boat. I don't know who did it but when I got there, I found the cockpit carpeting was soaking wet. No note, not business card, just clean carpets.
The cockpit cover was on the boat so it was all buttoned down when we left it, and it was all covered up when we came back so whoever it was either had to crawl in underneath the cover or, more likely, took the cover off.
What I'm thinking is, the angel cleaned the wrong boat. The good news, as if that wasn't enough, is that we'll probably get another year out of these carpets. We were planning on replacing them this year. They still need to get replaced (the rubber backing is falling apart and making a mess) but now they look good enough to go another year.
There's a 40' Formula PC on the same dock, same color as ours. I'm thinking the Evening Rose maybe is wondering why her carpets aren't clean....
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Roger, OutThe last one I got from this site on boating safety. It's a good review of the use - and misuse - of your boat's VHF.
One Ringhy Dinghy
Monday, July 19, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
In the first few seconds of wakefulness, I have to guess whether I'm in my bed at home or on my boat. If I guess that I'm on the boat, then I have to remember what marina or bay I'm in. If I can also remember which way the boat/RV was headed when I docked/parked it, then I figure I've got my wits pretty much about me and it's safe to open my eyes.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
We were cruising yesterday with two other boats from Blake Island to Gig Harbor only a few miles away but only 15 minutes into the trip, one of the boats stopped and was spewing smoke. We were in the middle, and the smoking boat was in the rear. Behind us was Hubby's brother and wife in the boat they purchased all of three weeks ago, used. This was their first trip into salt water.
I have to say that everything went pretty much according to Hoyle from that point forward. The first concern was whether or not there was a fire and since they didn't want to raise the engine hatch, we had to assume there was one. Their halon fire suppression hadn't automatically detonated (which was probably a clue that there wasn't a fire) but we told them to detonate it manually under the category better safe than very, very sorry. Next, life preservers were donned by all.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
I've noticed that sometimes that's all a person needs, one's phone. Women, in particular. They leave their purses behind and just carry their handful-sized phones in their hand, or sometimes a pocket (if the jeans aren't too tight).
So, I'm thinking - This is brilliant. What's a purse for anyway but to lug around stuff that's usually not necessary. Why not let your phone handle everything? Now, that would truly be a smart phone.
First, I think the cover - since it appears every phone now requires one - should double as a lint brush. Second, there should be a slide out hair brush. All the bristles would fold flat to about the size of a credit card and slide into a thin slot (Go-Go Gadget style). Third, some models could have either a Velcro attachment for one's ChapStick, or perhaps a refillable reservoir for lip gloss. Last night, I watched a show on TV wherein a woman whipped out a pack of dental floss from her purse. So, why not a dispenser in your phone?
Naturally, it would also store all your banking information. No need to carry a wallet, if you're already carrying a phone. Security would be handled by a wireless key, like my car. I don't need to put my key into the ignition to start the car. I don't even need to get it out of my pocket to unlock the doors. Why not do the same thing for your phone? The "key" could be any tiny device that transmits a signal to the phone and must be within a certain proximity to unlock its most sensitive features. The device could be small enough to be embedded under the skin, made into jewelry, or carried like a coin in a separate pocket. As long as you don't lose the phone and the key together, all the banking info (or anything else you want locked) is safe.
Finally, there should be cameras on both sides of the phone so you can view and/or record video of yourself. This doubles as one's pocket mirror. This particular feature wold be called Mirror, Mirror and would be voiced activated. Naturally, the user would have a choice of the responding voice.
Watch out, Apple....
Thursday, June 24, 2010
...I-1069, which "would require the Washington State Seal to depict a tapeworm attached to a taxpayer's intestine, encircled by the words: Committed to sucking the life blood out of each and every taxpayer."Pissed at Lawmakers in Olympia, Washington Residents File a Record Number of Initiatives
Monday, June 21, 2010
Guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way. I'll have to drag my netbook to work. (You don't think I'd interrupt my goofing off time to goof off, do you?)
Already in June, we've had 2.32 inches of rain - which is half the average for January, people. My wall calendar tells me it's Summer. The regionally adjusted Seattle calendar, however, says it's still Winter.
Just to top it off, days are now getting shorter. What happened!? How can they be getting shorter already? We haven't even started to warm up!
Thinking about trading in the boat for a submarine.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
This may seem like a far-fetched scenario, but the leading cause of flood-related deaths in Washington state and country is people who drown in their cars.
In their cars!
Lot's of water, here in Washington. This video shows you what to do if you find yourself in that situation:
I think I need one of those window-breaking devices!
Have you notice I'm posting more often? That's because I'm back at Avoiding Work.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Someone else had portable speakers to attach to the netbook and before you knew it, there were four screeching voices carried on the wind trailing behind our boat. I'm afraid we were not well received, as there followed a rapid exodus from the Bay as one boat after another pulled anchor and left. Some simply moved away and reset their anchors elsewhere. Farther away. Yes, we are that bad.
There is a possibility they moved because they were concerned for their safety. While we were straining to reach the high notes as performed by ABBA in Dancing Queen, it turns out that our anchor had lost its hold and our small flotilla (of two) was adrift in moderately high winds. We figured this out long before we came close to anyone else and reset both our anchors which later became tangled and was the source of much consternation as we tried to call it a night.
We sang until the netbook batteries gave up the ghost. (Speaking of which, what do ghosts drink? Spirits. Ba DA dum.) We opened another bottle of wine, fired up the generator and sang some more - until there were no other boaters left in the Bay to entertain.
Maybe we need more practice.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
He'll be okay, I'm sure. But they need to keep him for a couple of days until all the results are back. Low white blood count (probably viral and bacterial infection at this point) and low blood oxygenation.
We were at the hospital last night for about six hours: from ER to room admittance. (This, after we attended doctor appointments yesterday and the day before, X-ray and blood tests on Thursday.) Mom spent the night there and we were back at 8am sharp this morning. Took a break for some errands and food, and to let others visit. We'll go back this afternoon.
He has a monitor on his toe, three monitors on his chest an belly, and an I.V and he's handling it pretty well for a little guy. We brought him his toys and lots of love to help him through it.
He should be released tomorrow. All should be well. Mom and Dad are doing fine.
Monday, May 31, 2010
You either have to hole up in the tent/boat for days on end or you have to gear up and venture out. I didn't have rain pants or another pair of shoes so even though I had plenty of socks, hats, and rain jackets, I was always somewhere on the scale between damp and damper. (Good thing it wasn't very cold or things could have been really miserable.)
We left Thursday, got home Monday, all our clothes wet. The boat is even wetter. Between the drips and the comings and goings, there was no way to keep the cockpit dry. It stayed pretty warm and dry down below but if it doesn't stop raining soon, the outdoor carpeting will sour something nasty. We'll take warm showers, wash our clothes, dry out. But I can't imagine the boat ever drying out. (I'm thinking it may be easier to buy a new boat than to clean this one after the long, wet weekend.)
For all the rain, we still had a good time. I read a lot but I also managed to take something like 300 photos. We cruised with close to 50 other boats and approximately 250 people. We wore funny hats, roasted 30 whole salmon on planks over a giant fire pit, had pony rides for the kids (no kidding), had toy sailboat races, potluck dinner, pancake breakfast, 500 hot dogs, and more beer than we could drink. It took a small U-Haul to deliver all the food. Although everyone probably has a runny nose, no one got hurt, no one fell in the water. (This group wasn't so lucky last year.)
I've already uploaded over 200 photos to a Shutterfly account. I'll do the rest right after I take a shower and put on something cozy. We're home now and mostly unpacked. Ate lunch and will get the laundry started. Time to get ready for the work week.
But here's a hint for next time: If you come home with clean underwear it means whatever you're wearing probably isn't.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Got a pat on the back from my dental hygienist today. She complimented me on my fine job of flossing in the last six months. This, just before scraping them until my gums bled. What's the point, I wondered, of setting a Floss Alarm?
True, my phone is set to ring every night at 9 pm to remind me to floss because my brain seems hardwired to overlook this daily task, much like taking multi-vitamins.
Who still goes to the dentist, every six months, besides me? I have to image that unless you have dental coverage under some insurance plan the answer is Nobody. I pondered this question while contemplating how to swallow with an assortment of fingers and instruments hanging out of my mouth. I wondered why I wasn't seeing someone in cosmetic dentistry rather than my family dentist. As it turns out I'm the only one in the family that sees this dentist, so why not? It sure sounds preferable to scraping plaque. Cosmetic dentistry sounds spa-like - and you know how I like my spa time.
Is that your phone ringing?
No, floss alarm....
According to the Consumer Guide to Dentistry:
...traditional dentistry focuses on oral hygiene and preventing, diagnosing and treating oral disease, cosmetic dentistry focuses on improving the appearance of a person's teeth, mouth and smile.
Doesn't that seem less painful? Doesn't that appeal to
What difference would it make? Right after I got my pearly whites all polished up (for which I paid, out of pocket, good money), I had a nice cup of coffee just for spite, followed by a glass of red wine with dinner. I don't know why I did this, exactly. Maybe it's because all I got was a blue toothbrush and some floss in my goody bag. (Yes, they still give those out even if you're well past the age of eleven.)
Maybe if I didn't rush to stain them, I'd get a lollipop as well.
Friday, May 21, 2010
I think the days of the week are somewhat like the newspaper delivery. (For those of you who don't get newspaper delivery, it's an antiquated method of delivering news and information, daily, on paper. The print rubs off on your fingers, and the paper itself lines pet cages or compost bins, or ends up in the recycle bin, sometimes without being read. It comes in sections which makes for easy sharing. It's a quiet indulgence, free of electronics. But I digress....)
The newspaper parallels my expectations for each day of the week. Sunday is the ultimate, plump and fluffy with the promise of a lazy day. Jammies, coffee, feet up, no deadlines - except the one imposed by Monday. Slim, devoid of everything that Sunday was made of. But Tuesday's paper is a little thicker, as are the following days' (do they have names?), building, always building, to the Sunday paper and the fat pleasure of the day.
So, congratulations. We've made it to Friday. But, hang in there, the big payoff is still two days away.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
But not when it comes to my lotions and potions, I tell you. I can't wait until the creme, lotion, scrub, whatever, runs out to replace it. And when I get it home, I have to try it, don't I?
What that means is, I have cabinet shelves full of stuff I'm not using, mostly empty containers with just a little left at the bottom. You'd think I'd just throw it away, right?
They need a better dental plan.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
What I don't understand is the long bang sweep that young women wear. I can't figure it out. When I do it, it looks like a really bad comb over. So I end up running my fingers through my hair, pushing it off my forehead, right back into my 1981 hairstyle.
I'm having a hard time growing up.