philosophy at age eight


“If you cannot control your peanut butter, you cannot expect to control your life.”
~ Judah-ism

Monday, May 18, 2015

things around the new neighborhood (north seattle)

I know I am nowhere near as convincing as Amazon when it comes to the nicer things in life for a Seattlite, but we just signed a couple year lease at our new place and I thought I'd share a couple reasons why:
Richmond Beach Park has beautiful trails and beach
access... but barely a close second to Lincoln Park
There are lots of close parks and walking paths
to chose from
There are so many interesting trees and plants
growing in the neighborhood -- I like to snap
pictures while out for a walk 
A school in the neighborhood has this tree whose
branches are obscenely burdened by thousands of
itsy-bitsy tiny apples. 
Found this guy outside the window of our
workroom one Fall morning.

when you're the only girl in the house

I've always been impressed with the genius mechanical capabilities of my husband and my son. Replace Bimkey's alternator? No problem. Throw together impromptu karaoke night in the living room? Sha-bam!

Img source: found here.
Which is why I'm so confused with their apparent incomprehension of how the toilet paper roll mechanism works.

The void didn't really hit me until my daughter moved out of the house, leaving me the only breasted human being apparently capable of toilet paper roll manipulation.

Oy.




Saturday, November 29, 2014

best tv show theme song this year

I'm one of those people who select their music based on the emotions, or memories it evokes in me; either of a decade (hi, 80's and early Jazz), or a favorite TV show.  The latest song I've added into my song rotation of obsession is this intro theme song from the newly debuted show, Outlander, on Starz. It perfectly evokes the feelings of... well, the show, yes, but so many more intangibles. It's a good thing, despite my inability to articulate it.



You can tell I loved Enya when I was a kid, can't you?
 

Friday, November 28, 2014

quick catch up for the last 8 months

A lot has changed since I last posted. I'll try to summarize.

We weren't able to settle things to our liking at the old
house, so we moved to a bigger place in North Seattle,
where I can actually have an office. This picture shows
my niece covering our front walkway with roses as
a housewarming gift. But it's Seattle, so even though it
was June, it rained 4 hours later and -poof- it was gone. :( 
There's a big sun-room that used to be a front porch, which
John filled with plants. I got a grape vine that's grown the length
of the sun-room, and then some, in just the first few months.
There's a large covered back porch, something we've missed
so much since we left our house in Reseda, CA.
There's a big old man Willow tree right smack in the middle
of the private back yard. 
My new manager role has required a lot more travel than
I'm used to -- flights to the East Coast have been required
every other month since April. Little discovery: FL not
my favorite state ever.
We have a new addition to our family. Looks like a rat,
yet named after an angel -- the one and only angel --
Castiel (from Supernatural). 
Despite being one of the cutest things you've ever seen, he
exploded on the scene bearing fart-bombs (running into
the room, farting and dashing back out) and herpes (he's a
shelter baby). 
Lucifurr was NOT AMUSED.

*Little note: I'm totally downplaying the chaos and mayhem.
Our little girl has grown up and decided to move out on her own,
At 38 years old, my nest is half empty. 'Nuff said.

However, we all try to "keep it real" and not take life too seriously.




Cuz. Yeah.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

dear diary

Today is the 3 week mark of Neato's brush becoming clogged with debris. Each afternoon, he wheels out of his base, revs up to take on the world of household debris, and realizes -- once again -- that his brush is stuck.

"Please free my brush of debris," he beeps politely. Again. And again, we ignore him and eventually nudge him back to his base to make sure he's charged for tomorrow's aborted attempt to rid our lives of household dust and kitty litter.

Chouji, the Roomba
I tried once to free his brush around week 1, but couldn't figure out how to open him up. Neato's predecessor, Chouji the Roomba, was so straightforward. I am bitter, but apathetically. Johnny's our household mechanic, and will probably eventually notice the problem around week 5 and fix it in a jiffy. Until then, I silently feel sorry for myself.

I've begun sweeping again, with a broom. It has a long handle and takes arm muscles to make work. The novelty of doing manual labor the old fashioned way wore off quickly. I try to talk other people into clearing brush-debris.

"I'm glad Neato's broken, his motor's too loud," grumbles my daughter, every time I complain.

"Then come use this old timey broom-thingy and do his job," says I. She laughs. Neato, 6 inches from his base and frozen there, beeps a reminder that he's ready to get back to work, just as soon as we clear his brush.

I sigh and take a swipe with the broom across the dinning room floor. Life shouldn't be this hard.

Friday, February 28, 2014

bestest b-day :D

Happy birthday to me! Two more years to 40.

It's been the best birthday ever, so far.
My present! :D
1.) I'm spending it with my favorite people every (Johnny and the kids), and they're doing everything I tell them to do.  *Evil grin.*
2.) Today is the day that the renter of the unattached garage/mother-in-law is supposed to be moving out, and we are going to acquire it. John and I are on pins-and-needles, because we can't wait to see inside! If it's big enough, we may move our bedroom out there and leave the house to the teenagers; good riddance! The bad news is, it's noon and there is not a single sign that he's packed a single box, much less ordered a moving truck. 
3.) Yesterday I received the formal offer for a new role at my company that I recently applied for.  There are many upsides to this new role, including that:

  • It's a brand new marketing & sales Writing/Editing team. I love that I will be more focused on business writing and editing versus portfolio account management. I also love that it's a new team that's still hammering out its scope of services, so it's a little entrepreneurial in spirit and will remain so for a couple years to come. But once the dust settles, I'll be in a leadership role and will be very well placed for success. 
  • It's a manager role with a big raise. So we can finally start thinking about buying our own house. 
  • It's a full-time, work-at-home position. No more commute! Or rather, my commute will be stepping out of the Mother-in-law (brrr!), into the house and upstairs to a tiny, extra bedroom that I'll convert into my at-home office.