Like a list and a blog all rolled into one

1. I got sick from being on an airplane
2. I went to Vegas


Best things about Vegas
1. hanging out with my cousin Jesse
2. helping out Rise Up - it's like volunteering
3. Meeting Ashley designer of Owlita - best roommate I could have had since my husband wasn't available (i.e. he wasn't able to come to Vegas)

Worst things about Vegas
1. Everything else


3. I'm leaving in the morning for Seattle, then to Portland for work. I won't be home till Wednesday...at some point.

4. I'm tired just thinking about it.
5. Also. My life is fantastic.
6. Andy's older brother will be in Portland on Monday and I may just get to see him

full price and worth it.

I paid something like 40 bucks for a new black zip up hoodie and I'm not bummed about it in the least. It's warm and doesn't have holes in it anywhere, and it isn't faded, and it's cuddly, and fits in a just right way. It's American Apparel and yes, there were pictures of practically naked people on the walls, but I don't care. I knew what I wanted and I knew where to get it and dammit this market isn't going to scare me into not ever buying something new, cause sometimes, new is better than old and this is one of those times.
Hoo-rah.

A poem by a friend

If I ever have a child,

or if a child were ever to ask me

What is life?

I will say,

It is about learning love

loving others, loving the new and different and foreign

It is about other loves, recognition is one kind, forgiveness another, and faithfulness and honesty and patience and generosity

It is about being amounts love, savoring it and accepting its impermanence, knowing its limitations, learning to go without and learning to remember and expecting

It is about being loved, being given to, needing, wanting and receiving. This love is a gift, a beautiful debt to which the one right response is tears and a tender heart

It is giving love, speaking promises and affirmations followed by quiet but steadfast deeds, offering comfort and joy and pleasure

All this in the determined hope of becoming love itself

and then I would kneel down and whisper in a serious tone so the child understood

Everyone’s love is different

and not everyone you meet wants the same thing

I've been busy again

I wish my brain could go on the internet and write a blog for me, one day spaceman, one day.

1. Fish cooking
2. Spinach salad being made
3. Rice soaked and cooking
4. My husband's in the kitchen and I'm sitting on the couch with a blanket draped over my legs.

I'm leaving for Vegas on Sunday.
It's not a vacation, it's a bit like donating to a non-profit, but with my life instead of with cash money.

peace out.

Things On My Mind

1. There are rumblings. Rumblings that the government's new bailout could bode well for home owners. I would totally love that.

2. My triceps and abs are sore from pilates. I'm happy about that and hope to god I can keep it up

3. Azure has totally been on my mind, like all the time

4. Today I saw my man's face on the phone when he was calling and I had this swell of something that made me really miss him and have this moment of like falling in love with him, with butterflies and the like. After 8 years that was so crazy to me.

5. I haven't run all week and I'm totally fine with it. (see #2)

6. We've been eating farm fresh eggs (free range, no hormones, from down the road) and I must admit I don't ever want to eat an egg from a place like this ever again

7. I have mixed feelings about the leaked audio tapes of Christian Bale's outburst on set. I still would like to have a few questions answered before I pass judgment, and also I'd like to actually hear the whole tape and not just the 5 seconds I heard followed by commentary. But the fact is the only reason I even care a little is cause I had a huge crush on him when I first saw Newsies. And I don't think he'll be returning my call anytime soon, so in the end, I don't care anymore.

8. I want to go visit Andy and Jen and little Mister. I'm kind of mad it hasn't worked out. There. I said it. I'm mad about it. I mean, it will kind of be the last time to make a memory of just the three of them cause little brother's about to make an appearance.

I mean look at this kid. He's a freakin delight.

So I need a man, that isn't so bad

As a follow up to my last post, I would just like to say that the sink was fixed and working great on Saturday. After posting the last blog, Bella called and having just read about my trials and tribulations...I kid....she invited me over to watch the Dark Knight. So, off I headed, leaving the counter piled high with tools and widgets.

I didn't get to watch the entire movie, don't worry I saw it in the theater, before I had to go pick up the man from work. When he got in the car, I was late picking him up because apparently at 3:45 pm on a Saturday everyone and their mother is on the road, I knew I had to broach the subject with some trepidation.

"So, honey? I kind of need your help when we get home, it doesn't have to be right when we get home, but it definitely has to be before we make dinner. So I went to the store and bought all the pieces I needed to replace the seals and inner things on the faucet and well...I can't get one of the pieces back on by myself. I don't want you to be alarmed when you walk in the door cause it's kindda a mess. All I need is for you to help me with one little thing then I can put it all back together again on my own...Trust me on this, I put it back together like 10 times already, and every time ended in failure cause my wingspan is to short."

I think the exact response I got was a slight "ok" mixed with a large tired sigh.

When we got home it worked out beautifully. Mission Accomplished.

Betty Crocker Listen Closely

This post was going to be about how women don't need to buy pink tools or call Mike the plumber, or Joe the plumber (if you're more into politics than Desperate Housewives) just to fix a leaky kitchen faucet. But now it's going to be about how even very competent women need to have an extra set of hands around while they're fixing a leaky kitchen faucet.

Andy's at work. I went to the store and purchased the repair kit for my Delta kitchen faucet, I looked up the directions online and got to work taking apart the entire faucet and replacing the worn gaskets, springs, seals and such and then I had a very easy time putting it all back together again...until it came to the metal hose...the hose is the main reason why I love my kitchen faucet.

The sprayer and faucet are one so there isn't worry about having another fixture just to have the pull out spray action.


My faucet is the one on the left, the one on the right is the typical sprayer I was referring to.


But, for some really awesome reason I can't get the metal hose back through the neck of the faucet on my own. I need hands under the sink and hands on the faucet at the same time.

No matter how I contort I just don't have enough reach. Now when Andy comes home, instead of finding a none drippy faucet, he's going to find this:

Yeah. This is going to be good. The super good news is that once I get that second pair of hands on it, I'll be able to put everything back together in under a minute and I won't need any help from anyone. Then maybe I'll bake some bread just to help bring back the softer lady side I'm lacking at the moment. ummm bread baking sounds good...

In other news I'm heading out to the garage to set mouse traps. I didn't buy glue traps, I didn't buy little houses that they would go into and be alive in. I bought little houses that have a large amount of poison in them so that they'll go inside, and never come out. I don't care what anyone thinks either. They're destroying our things that we store out there and they have to die. The end.