life without translation

dream cabin - a room with a view

2010-08-02T09:18:00.000-07:00

I love the idea of starting with a small cabin and building off of the original room as time and money permit. This month's issue of Sunset Magazine features a perfect starter cabin that could put us on the path to our future vacation home....

dream cabin - table

2010-07-30T16:10:00.000-07:00

Someday we will have a cabin. Someday this cabin will need to be decorated. In the meantime, I've decided to start my own catalog of things I'd like to consider for the cabin once someday turns into today.

Exhibit #1 - Bird Table

I love the structure of the steel and the wimsy of the bird.

where are you going and where have you been ...

2010-07-30T15:23:00.001-07:00

Soon after returning from Greece in 2008 Dave and I began our quest to add to our family. Max was born in January of this year and is amazing in every which way.

For the last two years I have let my blog go dormant as we worked on starting our family. It is hard to remember the challenges we went through on our road to parenthood but at the time it was all encompassing.

Communication has changed dramatically in the past two years. Facebook and Twitter are now a major part of my day and I am practically glued to my iphone and photo apps. But, there is still something fun about posting longer notes and capturing a collection of ideas in one place. So today I am restarting my life without translation. It won't be a baby blog, although I am sure Max will show up from time to time and it won't be a cooking blog, although I can make a mean mashed banana and apple mush. This is just life, no need for translation into anything more.

1000 places to see before you die - #12 & #13

2008-09-02T09:08:00.000-07:00

We woke at 5 am tired but eager to get to the airport to begin our long day of travel from Seattle to London. Coffee in hand, Dave went to the front door to retrieve the morning paper and discovered instead that our beloved "purple monster" had been slain during the night. Across the front path the giant plant and the trellises which had supported it lay unmovable.

Since moving into Villa Sophia the purple monster had become our protector and nemesis. A 12ft tall potato plant perched atop 2 arbors, it grew faster than we could trim it and engulfed the entry ways to our house.

At 5:15, to early to call anyone and needing to head to the airport, we sent a couple distressed emails and left my parents with numbers to call to help in moving the beast.

One should always begin vacation with a story and so with the beast blocking all the doors we sneaked out the garage and started our trip.

After traveling for 14 hours we arrived in London and took the train and then the tube to our hotel. Fortunately Dave had dissuaded me from choosing some place "funky" and we found ourselves instead in a lovely room near the palace with absolutely the most comfortable beds we have ever had in Europe. Understanding the first rule of jet lag - don't sleep - we dropped off our bags and headed out for a day of sight seeing.

On our way to our first stop of Westminster Abbey, we made the obligatory pass through Buckingham Palace. The Queen was in but did not come out to welcome us.

First stop - Westminster Abbey.

In Italy I was surprised by the lack of the Father, Son or any sign of the Holy Ghost in the Cathedrals. Most seemed to feature various popes instead. So, I was prepared not to see a lot of religious icons in the Abey. Here everything was devoted to the king. Westminster is more a museum to the dead. After walking amongst tombs of kings and queens we came to an alter flanked by a memorial for Newton and one side and Darwin on the other. Most surprising of all was the grave of the plumber located in the west hall. Apparently it is not all about being king.

After the Abey we headed to "The Eye". Touristy? Yes, but cool none the less. The view of the eye before boarding our pod.

Here are the views of Parliament, Big Ben and Westminster from the Eye.

For lunch we went to the firehouse at Waterloo. The waiter had a fantastic Scottish accent and although we couldn't understand the name of a single beer he listed, he did a fine job of recommending a local pint.
Full and having enjoyed a pint, we headed to the Tate Modern. Wow, Matese, Picaso, Pollack an amazing collection which could easily have taken us a week to enjoy. And it was free too.

With Parliament's members on holiday we had the unique opportunity to visit Parliament. We started in the grand hall which was part of Henry the VIII's palace. Incredible is just about the only word to describe the intricate Gothic Architecture. Angels, lions, kings and unicorns adorned the walls and beams that held the majestic ceiling. It was interesting to learn the history and understand the role of the Lords and Monarchy in today's government.

Next we went to the British Museum. As our ultimate vacation destination was Greece we had heard that to see the Greek ruins one must go to London. Sad but true. Wonderful headless stone reliefs from Greece. Mummys from Egypt and various treasures from Asia. As Dave said - this place has a lot of lute.

You may not be able to see it but this gold shawl fits me perfectly ; )

It started to rain as we left the museum so we tucked into a pub for a quick bite and then waled through Chinatown inadvertently and then to the market. For dinner we met up with friend's of Dave's from Caltech at a swanky rooftop deck over looking the city. Although I don't know if I would ever learn how to cross the street, London is a beautiful city and would be a fun place to live.

The following morning we headed back to Heathrow to catch our flight to Athens and then onto Rafina.

After checking into the hotel, we headed to port to catch some dinner. Sardines when not stuffed into a can and covered with oil are a beautiful gleaming silver. We saw trays and trays of fish and twice as many cats. This would be a theme that would repeat over and over during our time in Greece.

The next morning we took the ferry to the island of Tinos.

The island of Tinos attracts pilgrims from all over Greece to worship an icon of the Virgin Mary. As part of the pilgrimage women who are suffering from infertility or other ailments climb the hill to the church on their hands and knees. If you are successful in conceiving a child (and the baby is a girl) you are obligated to name the baby either Maria or Pelagia after the nun who discovered the icon.

Religion is central to life on Tinos. The small population of 10K is served by more than 600 chapels.

The thing about a trekking trip is that the paths are not always well marked. Therefore the guide must lead the way by following the notes from the last explorer and seeking out various mile points. In our case we were fortunate in that our guide had arrived a few days earlier to scout out our walks. After arriving on Tinos, our first walk was to be up Mt. Tsiknias. Unfortunately the instructions called for us to turn right at the three dogs barking. When our guide got to this point when found three unchained and unhappy dogs barking. So, we went on a different walk instead.

My fears of not being in shape were quickly put to rest as Dave and I found ourselves waiting at church after church for the rest of our group.

The first walk was a great start to our vacation and gave us our first taste of the villages we would pass through. The day ended with a wonderful group meal in Tinos. When in Greece - Eat Greek Salad.

The second day was our first all day walk - destination Kolymbithra.

Our route took us up to the summit of Exobourgo peak where excavations have revealed there was a settlement from the 8th to the 5th centry BC. The views were incredible on the way up to the cross that marked the top of the peak - so were the winds. Dave assured me that I would not blow over.

Our next stop was the village of Volax. Along the way we past "alternative transportation" and took a moment or two to review where we were.

After a fantastic lunch at a small taverna - we had the Volax salad - we headed on to the beach at Kolymbirthra - 4 hours away.

This is Dave's awesome shade shelter.

Day 4 was a free day, meaning no guided walks. Dave has been taking up rock carving so we decided to head to Pygros the center of the marble production on the island. Everything in Pygros was carved including the marble sidewalks.

Unfortunately the museum was closed so instead we decided to hike down to Panormos where we were treated to great views and a fun lunch of grilled Octopus.

The following day we walked from Tinos to Ktikados and then took the Ferry to the island of Andros.

The first walk on Andros took us to the village of Korthi near the southeastern corner of the island. Half way through the hike we headed up to the hilltop fortress of Palikastro. Legend has it that a goddess lives on top of the mountain and blows trespassers off the side. Needless to say - it was very windy on top.

After a long days hike an Etna Beer sure would have been nice...

Our final walk was all down hill! We started at the Panachrantos Monastery and ended back at our hotel in Andros.

The trip ended back for one more night in London. We headed to Brick Road and had amazing Indian food for dinner and than back to our hotel for a last night in the "most comfortable bed ever."

This has been truly a great vacation and definately two places everyone should add to their list of places to see.

so you think you can walk ...

2008-08-11T13:29:00.000-07:00

You may recall (given that it was just a few blog posts ago) that back in November (yes I really do need to post more frequently) we gave up our two cars and scaled down to one. I had great hopes at the time that this change would result in my taking advantage of other forms of transportation such as walking and the magical thing called the bus. Alas, my habits haven't changed much.

This weekend I was again reminded of why walking can be so much better than driving.

In preparation for our upcoming vacation - it is a "walking vacation" - I decided that rather than drive downtown to run my errands I would make the trek on foot. Wow, Seattle is a really cool city when you don't have to worry about finding a parking spot.

I think the highlight was coming upon the international fountain just as it started it's musical performance. I had no idea that the fountain plays classical music and shoots off water like dancing raindrops. Go figure. Very Cool!

The low point was the man who almost killed me by running a red light while speeding down 3rd ave. Fortunately, I saw him coming and stopped mid-way. He saw me at the last minute and slammed on his breaks to amazing effect - screeeches and burned rubber. I guess what we learned in Kindergarden about always looking both ways continues to be the best advice I've ever received.

time time time ......

2008-08-07T12:19:00.001-07:00

I either have to post more often or give up.

Here is the picture of the house project completed - Villa Sophia is now a lovely shade of dark grey. I know, the idea of living in Seattle where grey is the prominant color 10 months out of the year, and painting your home grey seems a bit well ..... depressing. But truly, this is a beautiful and rich color of grey, not the cold damp, blah color we usually see in the sky.

sophia's face lift ....

2008-05-20T18:12:00.000-07:00

This spring our Villa Sophia begins her much needed face lift. To date, she has a new door, new windows, a new chimney (a surprise to both of us) and is getting a "peel" in preparation for new stucco...

Next up .... paint!

1000 places to see before you die - #11

2008-02-18T12:35:00.000-08:00

Santa Fe, New Mexico

Having not seen the sun in quite some time, I was excited to visit the place where it reportedly winters. Wow! I don't know if it is beacause I haven't seen sunlight in months, or if there is truly something different about the way colors reflect in New Mexico - either way everything I saw was breathtaking. So ... rather than one photo to capture this place, here are a few.

1000 places to see before you die - #10

2008-02-12T16:53:00.000-08:00

Panama

This picture was taken in Boca del Toro, Panama. The t-shirt is from the Etna Brewery in California (which come to think of it should also be one of the 1000 places you see before you die.)

baconized ...

2008-02-12T16:43:00.000-08:00

It is official. In the eyes of the US and foreign governments I have been officially baconized (as evidenced by my spanking new passport.)

My new passport is much more sleek and techy than the last one but I will miss the worldlyness and general well-traveled appearance of the old one. And, given that my international travel has slowed down considerably, I am guessing I may never fill this new one with the same level of exotic locals - oh Paraguay Visa, I will miss you the most.

Now that I am officially a new person with new stamps to acquire it is time to start planning a trip.

Any suggestions?

the simple life ...

2007-12-04T11:09:00.000-08:00

For the past year Dave and I have shared one car. The switch from both of us driving our own vehicles to my parking my car in the driveway and always taking his happened quite literally overnight.

Last year, about this time, Seattle had a horrible wind storm and I found myself rushing to make it across the bridge before the DOT determined that crossing the bridge with 50+MPH winds was a bad idea. Miata + Floating Bridge + High Winds = white knuckles. The next morning we awoke to snow. The fate of the Miata was sealed, it would stay in the driveway for then next 11 months while I slowly came to the conclusion that perhaps my days of driving a convertible were numbered.

As I mulled over the idea of giving up my car persona, Dave too was thinking of life with something different then his Subaru. The conclusion to both our issues was simple. We would become a real one car family once and for all.

You'd think that since we were already driving one vehicle that the giving up two cars would be easy. Yes and No. I think the idea of not having a second car available is much more stressful that the reality of what this means to our daily lives. After all, we are in walking distance to shopping, we both have bus passes (although I don't yet know how to ride the bus), and we are getting hooked up with the Flex Car program. But, still it is a bit of a mental adjustment.

Week one has definitely had its pluses and minuses.

Plus - I was sans car on Saturday which was fantastic! I knew I wanted to go to an art sale. I also knew that to do this I would have to walk or take the bus. So I bundled up in hat and gloves and set out with my trusty map (don't laugh.) The great thing about walking is that you get to see (and stop by) all sorts of great shops that you would normally speed past. The other great thing is that since you are walking you can't carry home the fantastic (albeit expensive) 6ft tall metal lamp that you fell in love with.

Minus - Last night was a bit of a puzzle as I had an appointment and Dave had a friend in town. After some wrangling we decided that Dave would drop me off and he and Mick would go to dinner and then I would meet up with them when I was done. Unfortunately our new car also has this very cool smart card feature which means that Dave was able to drive away and not know that he didn't actually have any keys until after he had parked the car. Fortunately, I was not far away so I was able to meet up with them and wave my magic card over the car so that we could get home.

And so it begins, the simple life. With one week under my belt I am looking forward to learning how to take the bus and more opportunities to walk my city. This may be the begining of something really great. I'll let you know.

1000 places to see...

2007-11-02T18:27:00.000-07:00

The view from your back yard ...

the fruits of Dave's labor ...

2007-11-02T18:16:00.000-07:00

Home grown tomatoes + roasted peppers = Yummy Soup

grandpa butch ...

2007-11-02T17:29:00.000-07:00

I decided to try something different. This is my memory of my grandfather's barn.

Dia de la muerta

2007-11-02T17:11:00.000-07:00

I just completed my last trip to Mexico. I will miss the friends I have made over the years and the city I have come to know as my second home. In celebration of the Dia de la Muerta I baked a traditional bread and a not so traditional spicy chili chocolate cake. Here are the results.

This cake as a wicked kick ....

a year of planning and transition ...

2007-10-08T13:10:00.000-07:00

Last week I celebrated another birthday. The last couple of years I have tried to document the big events and capture them in a blog post that would sum up a life lesson. This year, I started to write and nothing. I started again, nothing. I decided that clearly I hadn't done anything during the past year. Over dinner, I shared with Dave how I have become the human equivalent of a slug. Dave gently reminded me that this was the year of planning and transition.

So, here is my year in summation.

October - April: Planning for the most incredibly wonderful experience of my life thus far. - Marrying Dave.
April - October: Transitioning away from the job that in many ways had defined who I am as an adult.

The lessons I learned this year are more difficult to capture then simply saying I tried something new. And to be totally honest, I haven't completely come to terms what what that lesson is. I think that I am still transforming and it may be awhile down the road before I understand how I have changed as a result of this year. What I do know is that I am exceptionally fortunate. This has been the year of love and friendship and understanding truly what is really important to me. A funny thing happens when you come to a fork in the road. Sometimes, you get to make a choice that will determine the rest of your life.

So here's to another new year.

you're hired....????!!!!!

2007-09-13T15:12:00.000-07:00

The job search / candidate search is kind of like going out on a blind date. Sure that friend of a friend's aunt said that his cousin was nice but what do you really know. Having been on both sides of the table recently I had to laugh when I came across this list of actual expediences recruiters and hiring managers have had with potential candidates. I think my favorite is #13. We should all be able to "phone a friend" if we are not sure what the right answer is.

Candidate said he was so well-qualified [that] if he didn't get the job, it would prove that the company's management was incompetent.
Stretched out on the floor to fill out the job application.
Chewed bubble gum and constantly blew bubbles.
Candidate kept giggling through serious interview.
She wore a Walkman and said she could listen to me and the music at the same time.
Balding candidate abruptly excused himself. Returned to office a few minutes later, wearing a hairpiece.
Applicant challenged interviewer to arm wrestle.
Asked to see interviewer's resume to see if the personnel executive was qualified to judge the candidate.
Announced she hadn't had lunch and proceeded to eat a hamburger and french fries in the interviewer's office.
Without saying a word, candidate stood up and walked out during the middle of the interview.
Man wore jogging suit to interview for position as financial vice president.
Said if he were hired, he would demonstrate his loyalty by having the corporate logo tattooed on his forearm.
Interrupted to phone his therapist for advice on answering specific interview questions.
Wouldn't get out of the chair until I would hire him. I had to call the police.
When I asked him about his hobbies, he stood up and started tap dancing around my office.
Had a little pinball game and challenged me to play with him.
(I've actually brought my DS to an interview but I think it was relevant.... I think ...)
Bounced up and down on my carpet and told me I must be highly thought of by the company because I was given such a thick carpet.
Pulled out a Polaroid camera and snapped a flash picture of me. Said he collected photos of everyone who interviewed him.
During the interview, an alarm clock went off from the candidate's brief case. He took it out, shut it off, apologized and said he had to leave for another interview.
He took off his right shoe and sock, removed a medicated foot powder and dusted it on the foot and in the shoe. While he was putting back the shoe and sock, he mentioned that he had to use the powder four times a day, and this was the time.
She threw-up on my desk, and immediately started asking questions about the job, like nothing had happened.

Pobre Tomate

2007-09-05T16:45:00.000-07:00

At the beginning of the summer Dave and I entered into the "Great Tomato Showdown" with our friends Brad and Lynette. Now, with the summer coming to an end, our tomato plants are taller than I am and dripping with mostly unripened fruit - Fried Green Tomatoes anyone?

The cherry tomatoes were the first to turn red and we guarded each fruit as if it were a rare treasure. In fact, we took the first tomato over to our friends house and carefully carved it into 4 quarters so we could each taste the first tomato of the season. But now... I am beginning to sense that I will soon be drowning in ripe tomatoes. So, while Dave was away I decided to experiment with the first crop and roasted a batch for use later in pasta's, saladas, etc... After three hours cooking in a slow oven the smell of tomatoes permiated through the entire house. The result was a sweet carmalized tomato with just a bit of chew to it. Yum.

I shared the news of our burggeoning crop with Brad and Lynette and they shared that they have moved onto cucumbers instead. I guess that is the end of the "Great Tomoato Showdown." Poor Poor Tomato, you've been upstaged by the cucumber again.

Veggietales - Dance of the cucumber

2007-09-05T16:35:00.001-07:00

me translated ....

2007-07-30T13:06:00.000-07:00

rarely irritated, positive, tough, non phobic, fearless, likes the unknown, self reliant, high self control, confident, trusting, strong instincts, prudent, optimistic, willful, likes parties, prefers a specialized career, takes charge, altruistic, strong, high self concept, adventurous, practical, thoughtful

personality tests by similarminds.com

never say goodbye - Etna High - ...

2007-07-27T13:04:00.000-07:00

so, I did not go to my class reunion.

And I am amazed to say I don't recognize most of these people.

It would make for an interesting game show. "Name that Classmate."

If they all got older, does that mean that I am older too?

in memory ...

2007-07-04T16:06:00.000-07:00

Tommorrow we will celebrate my grandmother's life. Although my relationship with my grandmother was often complicated, as a child she filled me with wonder. Her love of the world around her influenced every aspect of who I am. These are the words I will share about my grandmother ...

Sometimes when you split open a rock you discover a magical world inside. A rainbow of colors reflecting off the crystals hidden deep within the earthy crust. My grandmother knew this secret about rocks and my grandmother knew this secret about people. Behind every unassuming crust my grandmother believed something wonderful existed and she spent her life splitting the outer shell to find the crystals inside.

It is hard for most of us to recognize the beauty in front of us. Not so for my grandmother. Throughout my childhood each visit was market by a walk in the woods. There she taught me to see the trees through the forest. I learned how to spot a shooting star among a pile of pine needles and when the wild dogwood would show his fleeting blossoms. It was there alongside the river where my grandmother was the most beautiful. Her spirit glowed and she reflected the wonderment of everything she saw.

On visits when it was either too cold or too wet to go to the woods my grandmother and I would sit at the piano. She would teach me how to roll my knuckles over the black keys to play a simple song and eventually I would bring my lesson books to play for her. Always our time would end with the song Puff the Magic Dragon. I loved the song but hated it when Jackie Horner grew up.

Eventually I too grew up. And, although our time together changed the experiences shared and lessons learned stayed with me.

On Saturday my husband and I headed out to the woods with our dog. It was nearly noon by the time we reached the trail head and although the clouds had parted from the evening's storm, the air was still heavy with the remnants of the summer rain. Test and Dave ran ahead and soon I found myself alone on the path and headed down toward the river. Trillium covered the forest floor and patches of daisies reached toward the summer sun. I could hear Test running ahead, finding a shallow pool and plunging in in search of her stick. Among the trees and with my dog splashing in the distance my grandmother's rock split open. All the treasures hidden within my grandmother were there for me to see.

I could hear the music as it flowed from her fingers and her voice, warm and sweet as she told me stories of the Indian princess locked forever on Mt. Shasta. I could taste her sugar cookies as they dissolved on my tongue, so thin and delicate you could see the Christmas lights shine through as you held them up to your mouth. I could feel her hand wrapped gently around mine as together we guided the paint from the end of the brush into a flower. I could see the blue of her eyes reflecting off of mine and then up into the sky above us. Her spirit glowed and the wonderment of everything she was reflected off of everything I saw.

Many many moons ago, as my grandmother would tell it, our ancestors walked the paths connecting the mountains that surround us. Their spirits now blow in the wind and guide us as we walk along our life's path. Many many moons from now my grandmothers spirit will continue to flow through these mountains. Joined with her ancestors she will seek to show us that treasures that lie just beneath the crust.

My grandmother saw the beauty within each of us. Celebrate this beauty in yourself, seek it out in others, recognize it in the animals, hear it in the rustling of the trees and imagine it waiting to be discovered just beneath the earthy crust of the rocks you pass by.

sunset ...

2007-06-26T12:35:00.001-07:00

my grandmother ...

2007-06-26T09:04:00.000-07:00

The last two months have been really difficult. Faced with the prospect of early retirement I found myself wallowing in self-doubt and agonizing over what I should do with my future. Every action I took was painful and I often felt victimized by my own life choices. What if I hadn't chosen this career. What if I had never moved to the city. What if I had ...

Throughout this time I have continued to try to look at the opportunity, face the things that scare me, and realize that the future is undefined. But to be truthful, in the midst of change the life lessons I have collected thus far never seem to be enough to push me forward.

Three weeks ago we were back home and went to visit my grandmother, who was celebrating her 92nd birthday. My grandmother was an extremely talented, beautiful and accomplished woman. Her paintings were detailed and full of life. She was an meticulous musician. Her butter cookies were so paper thin and delicate that you could see the light from the Christmas tree shine through them as you held them up to your mouth. She was an avid naturalist. Up through her late 80s she could still find and hike every trail in the N.Cal mountains and tell you exactly where and when the rarest of the wild flowers would make their fleeting appearance. She wore beautiful clothes and had striking blue eyes that contrasted dramatically against her dark hair. She had a wonderful grandmotherly voice with which she told fantastic stories of Indian princesses and the guardian mountain. And she was unhappy and full of self doubt.

My grandmother, who had so much to be proud of and to celebrate, never rejoiced. There was always something that could have been done better by someone else. A lost opportunity that could have changed the course of her life. A love that was never accepted as true or unconditional.

On Thursday my grandmother was moved into hospice. As the attendants came to help her into her new space she turned her head and said "you tricked me." I believe she was referring to the belief she was going to have to go back to the hospital. But I also wonder if it was a statement about life. "You tricked me." I thought I was going to get well if I had the surgery. I thought I was going to be able to hike in the mountains forever. I though I was going to be in love. I thought I was going to paint. I thought I was going to travel. I though I was going to .... I thought I was going to be happy.

During our visit my grandmother shared that she wished she had listened to her grandmother when she was younger. "She knew so much about history and life, I should have paid attention and asked her to share her stories." As she said this I thought to myself - my grandmother knows so much about history and life. She has shared so many stories with me. She has shown me so much of what can be accomplished. It is from her that music flows from my fingers. It is from her that I can see colors and textures in the sky and translate these onto canvas. She taught me how to tell stories. She taught me how to appreciate the outdoors. But most importantly, she taught me why I need to celebrate and why I need to rejoice in myself and rejoice in my family and friends.

There will always be someone who is more accomplished, smarter, prettier, brighter than I am. There are always going to be moments that I look back on and say - what if? But there is never going to be another opportunity for me to live this life. This one where I can be happy without regrets and qualifiers. This one where I can look upon my family and friends and say wow. They are great! Where I can look at myself and say wow. I am great!

When I have children I will tell them about my grandmother the Indian princess. I will sing to them the songs she sang to me and point to the sleeping princess as we drive by Mount Shasta. We will hike in the woods and I will uncover the shooting stars that are nestled in the pine needles. I will hand my children paint brushes and show them how to paint flowers like my grandmother showed me. And in my memories and those of my children I will celebrate my grandmother's life. And I will say wow. She was great!

a house made of straw ...

2007-06-25T16:35:00.000-07:00

When I was little my father used to always tell us the story of the three little pigs. First pig, straw house, kaput after the first huff. Second pig, stick house, huff puff, gone. Third pig, house of bricks, huff puff, huff puff, huff puff....nada. The wolf is still blowing for all I know. The moral of the story is that if you build your house of bricks it won't be blown down by a big ugly rabid dog.

The obvious metaphor to life aside, is there real a reason why we don't build our homes out of straw? Sometimes in life you need to think outside of the box to truly see what opportunities exist. Here is an example from a friend of mine:

As I continue to explore the feasibility of building a straw-bale house , I want to plant a seed/paint a picture. Think of the barn-raising scene from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Now see yourself in the picture, only you're hoisting straw bales into position in between dances. Or, allowing for bad backs, administering water or prepping the BBQ for any other free labor I can wrangle. Think of it as an eco-friendly weight resistance workout.

There is a huge part of me that wants this plan to come to fruition. I'd love to be able to dance around the bails as each block is stacked. I think the plans look great and there is something truly liberating about the idea of moving to a town where this idea would be feasible. But at the end of the day, I think I might not be able to be that little pig. I guess I would always wonder about the big bad wolf and when I could expect my house to come down.

then and now ...

2007-06-06T13:04:00.000-07:00

As I have mentioned, my high school reunion is coming up. Ironically, today I received a picture taken a little more than 10 years ago (which would have been around the time of the last reunion.) For pure entertainment, here is my age progression:

High School ...

10 years later ...

now ...

I think my hair stylists needs a big tip.

life before retirement ...

2007-05-18T08:53:00.000-07:00

I've recently been given an opportunity to consider something I didn't think was possible for at least another 20 years - retirement. I did not recognize the opportunity as "retirement" until just last night but now it is starting to become clear that I may well be retiring from my current career and moving onto a new phase in my life. Weird huh.

So anyhow, in talking with a girlfriend (who is also considering retirement) she brought up the idea of becoming a goat farmer. At first I thought she was kidding but then we started discussing the goat cheese industry, the tie to the wine region, and the idea of taking that retirement dream and putting it into play before traditional retirement age.

Today, I received an article, from another friend, about an IT professional who after working for a "real jerk" decided to hang it up and become a painter.

"Originally I planned to do something like this when I retired, but I didn't want to wait that long. Who knows what could happen between now and then? If there's something you really want to do, do it now."

Could it be that the idea of living life each day should expand out to the 8 - 10 or 12 hours a day we spend trying to make money?

I've always said that life is short. Yet somehow, I was also willing to sign over approximately 9.5 years of my life. Sure, looking at it that way is dramatic. But what if someone said to you at the end of your life, I am going to give you 9.5 years to do with what ever you choose. And during those years you will be young, and healthy, and full of imagination. What decision would you make.

Retirement still seems like a scary option. But perhaps in discovering what it is that I want to do, I will discover a way to enjoy every minute of those 9.5 years today so that when they ask me at the end if I need them back, I can say no " I lived them the way I wanted the first time."

I am not pond scum ...

2007-05-16T08:45:00.000-07:00

My high school reunion is coming up next month. I received the invitation last night and with the request to choose either chicken or beef was a questioner asking us to identify who we are today. The questions, not unlike those found on a social security form, gave me pause not for what they asked but for what they seemed to say about life and the past x many years.

Where do you live?
Does your family still live in the area?
Are you married and for how long?
Do you have kids, how many and how old?
Where have you traveled in the world?

And then this one ….

What is your biggest accomplishment?

At the same time I am pondering this question, my husband is working on the commencement speech to deliver to his high school alma mater. And, I wonder what really matters about life the day after graduation, 5 years down the road, 10 years 15 or even 20, that can be surmised in a commencement speech or answered on a reunion questioner.

There is a country song that says “sometimes you are the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.” And I think that’s true. As I have come to discover, life does not provide a guarantee that the success or failure of today will result in future success or failure. Life, evolves and we either make the choice to evolve along with it or fight. Either way change occurs.

So, maybe that is the answer. My biggest accomplishment to date is evolution. I am not pond scum. I am also perhaps not a highly intelligent life form able to understand the wonders of the world. But somewhere in between I think I have been able to focus in on what really matters. And oddly enough I think it may come down to something our friend Flavius once said over beers at the Sloop. “Life is easy, you just do the right thing.”

Life is easy, be happy, enjoy each day, face challenges not with either fear or determination but with a calmness of breath and knowledge that “this to shall pass.” If it is sunny outside, don’t spend the day indoors. If there is warm bread on the table with butter, have a slice. Don’t not plant flowers because you have allergies, carry a Kleenex and celebrate the relief that a sneeze can bring. Lie in the grass and look up at the stars. Lie in the grass and pick out the animals, people and spaceships that fly by you in the clouds. Get a dog. Rejoice when said dog eats through your favorite sweater. She was truly happy while she was destroying it. Get on the ground with your children, things are really cool and interesting from their perspective. Do the right thing. If you have to think about it, or are trying to justify it, it is probably not the right thing. Decide here and now what you want your biggest accomplishment to be and then decide if that accomplishment will matter to anyone you love. If the answer is no, think about it some more.

happily ever after ...

2007-04-30T11:12:00.000-07:00

wedding puzzle ...

2007-04-30T11:11:00.000-07:00

key to marriage .... puzzle ...

2007-04-30T10:58:00.000-07:00

For those of you who may still be working on the crossword puzzle from our wedding .... here is the key. Thank you for coming and for playing along with us.

Across

1. Dave's aunt or christmas ____
7. Dave's Neice
8. Yellow colored Italian liquour
10. _______ computing
12. Nickname of Dave's Caltech Roommate
13. Life's a ______
15. Site of Dave and Lisa's first date
16. Witness to Dave and Lisa's first kiss
18. Grandma named after dog, Dave's side
20. X-files ex-roommate
23. Weirdo, Dink, Squirm
24. Lisa's Italian Boss?
25. Name of Dave and Lisa's house: Villa _____
27. Lon's company: ____ Systems or what you need to run a meeting
28. The painter not the sister
32. ______ State Cougars
35. Lisa's first boss
37. Biochemist of the fountain
39. Bacon family pasttime, or saying "The capitan of the Titanic had bad ice sight"
40. Dave and Lisa trivia pub local
43. The Swede
46. Lisa's Favorite City
48. Site of proposal: _____ door
49. Pink bird

Down

2. Cousin's wedding where Dave and Lisa "met"
3. Goose color
4. ______ Beavers
5. Dave and Lisa's Fido
6. Destination of the Yreka Western Railroad
9. Montague Diplomat
11. The place where we leave it up to the gods and do the best we can
14. 3rd Street neighbors, north
17. Lisa's car (model)
18. Lisa's favorite country
19. Volcano or Hometown
20. The sister not the painter
21. 2459 ___ Hill Ave N, Seattle, WA
22. Dave's Caltech house
24. Dave and Lisa's favorite wine
25. Dave's sheep or three heavenly bodies in a row
26. Ken's band, ______ Biscuts or what's never around in Seattle
29. Former guardian of Dave's piano
30. 3rd Street Neighbors, South
31. El cantador or Lisa's old boss
33. Se halba ______?
34. Dave's quantum blog
36. Lisa's neice
38. Denis's famous cake: ____ fruit
41. Test's breed
42. Dave's sport
44. Grandma named after dog, Lisa's side
45. Who's Jolly Cone?
47. ___ Bears

life's a beach - revisited ...

2007-03-21T10:16:00.000-07:00

Two years ago, Dave and I re-met over pink drinks at a little bar in Maui called Life's a Beach! This fabulous night led to 730 additional, and ever increasingly wonderful, days and nights. Even though we are now in the midst of planning our wedding, we still wanted to take time to celebrate our meeting. So last night after dinner we went to Hawaiian bar in Seattle and settled into the tiki decor to enjoy a pink drink.

Sure it was raining outside, and the bar was empty, but as I sat on the stool next to Dave and we began talking about our future, our lives today, our interest, and our passion for one another, I had a flash back to that first night in Hawaii and how excited I was to be sitting with this wonderful, funny, handsome, entertaining, and intelligent man. I like to think that I am grateful everyday for the life I have and for being able to share this life with a wonderful companion. But sometimes you need to go back to the beach to really realize how lucky you truly are.

turkey dance ...

2007-03-16T13:33:00.000-07:00

So, among the list of to-do items we still need to finalize the music for the reception. After looking at the DJ's top 200 songs I was having major high school dance flashbacks. This could be because our H.S. DJs always came from Medford. It could be because there is some weird time warp happening in that part of the country. For whatever the reason, going with the pre-packaged music is less than desirable.

Last Sunday, Dave and I sat down with our respective laptops and began to go through music to see what we would like to include. It was kind of like dueling PCs. He'd play a song snippet and then I'd interrupt with one and so on. Towards the end of the bottle of wine, the songs that were being added were somewhat questionable - yes, I did put David Cassidy "I think I love you", but I avoided his brother Shwan's "The Do Run Run."

So before, we start entering them into the DJs online play list (yes I was surprised too), here they are (all comments are welcome):

Artist: Song
10000 Maniacs : These are the days
Alanis Morissette : Head over feet
Aqualung : Strange & Beautiful
Bachmen Turner Overdrive : Takin Care
Band of Horses : part One
Beach Boys : God only knows
Ben Folds : The Luckiest
Billy Idol : Rebel Yell
Brad Paisley : She's Everything
Bright Eyes : The first day of my life
Cameo : Word Up
Cindy Lauper : Girl's Just Wanna Have Fun
Counting Crows : Accidentally in Love
Craig Morgan : A little bit of life
Cyndi Lauper : Time after time
Dead or Alive : You spin me round
Death Cab for Cutie : I will follow you into the dark
Deepeche Mode : Personal Jesus
EMF : Unbeliveable
Fat Boy Slim : Praise
Frou Frou : Holding out for a Hero
Gwen Stefani : What are you waiting for
Gwen Stefani : The Real Thing
Hot Chocolate : You Sexy Thing
Israel Kamakawiwoole : Somewhere over the rainbow
Jeff Buckley : Hallelujah
Joaquin Phoenix : Get Rhythum
John Denver: Annie's Song
Johnny Cash: In My Life (What a wonderful world?)
Josh Turner :Would you go with me
Kieth Urban :Making memories
Kylie Minogue :Can't get you out of my head
Little Big Town: Bring it on love
Louis Armstrong: What a wonderful world
Magnetic Fields :The Book of Love
Maroon 5 :Sunday
Men w/o Hats: Pop Goes the World
Nat King Cole :Unforgetable
Nora Jones: Come Away with Me
Oasis: Wonderwall
Pink Floyd :Paint me at the sky
Pretenders: Angel
Queen: The Wedding March
Queen: Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Richie Vallen :La Bomba
Rod Stewart: Have I told you lately
Romantics: What I like about you
Shawn Colvin: When you know
Shikira: Hips don't lie
Sister Sledge :We are Family
Sixpence: Kiss Me
Sonny and Cher: I got you Babe
The Brian Setzer Orchestra :Crazy Little Thing Called Love
The Cure: Friday
The Foundations: Buttercup
The Pretenders: Angel of Morning
Usher :Yeah
White Stripes :We are going to be friends
Young MC: Bust a move

turkey w/ stuffing ....

2007-03-16T09:24:00.000-07:00

So, even though I am trying to go cold turkey... I would still like my own blog to reflect the hours of work that I have put into my wedding obsession. So here it is turkey w/ stuffing...

My family was DIY before DIY was cool. Mostly it was out of necessity but now that I am at the point in my life where I have the resources to buy "store bought" there are still somethings I would prefer to do myself.

My first DIY project for the wedding was our Save the Date cards. We are getting married on April 15th, tax day! One of the things I most value in our relationship is our sense of humor. When we looked at the traditional cards they did not reflect our relationship. So.... we decided to send tax forms to our friends and family instead. Unfortunately, a fair percentage of our guests thought this was a solicitation or worse yet, information from the IRS. But, those guests that got the joke, seemed to really enjoy our unique approach.

Save The Date Card

Map / Memento : Memento / Map

Once the cards were sent, it was time to find invitations. Again, we wanted something unique and a little bit different. When I started researching invitations I went into sticker shock! $6-$10 per invite is not unusual but seemed a bit unreasonable. Fortunately our friend Anandi recommended Not From A Box and they did a great job printing a very simple invitation. I decided that I did not need to pay someone to tie the ribbons (how hard could that be - note, it is very hard) and we decided that we would add a map to finish off the package.

The map became a bit of a challenge. You see "map" can be defined differently by different individuals. For example, if you are marrying a extremely bright scientist, he may define map as a tool to get from one destination to another. I on the other hand defined map as a piece of art that would symbolize our lives while making note of where the wedding would be held. After much conversations and many different versions of the map we settled on a solution that would meet both of our requirements one side would be defined as a pictorial memento and the other side would be a Map.

Never a bridesmaid ...

I've always wanted to be a bridesmaid. However, as I get older I realize that this dream of walking down the aisle in a brightly colored ball gown is not shared by any of my girlfriends. So, we decided we would give the honor of being dressed up in funny clothes to people who would truly appreciate it - the children in our lives. Our wedding party will consist of 3 bell ringers (this is apparently an English tradition where children enter before the wedding parties and ring bells to announce their arrival), 2 flower girls and one best person (Dave's sister who is by far the best person either of us know. My mom has spent the last couple of months at the sewing machine creating the costumes for the big event. Below is my niece Rawine modeling the final product (which is "itchy" but "twirls"). She says that she is going to wear it to school after the wedding to show and tell. "It's a ball gown you know"

DIY DAVE

Fortunately I am not the only DIY person in the family. Dave, albeit not a DIY with paper and scissors, is a wonderful DIY in the computer and developed a great web site for us (the logo doesn't begin to do it justice.)

daveandlisa

My favorite part of the site is the story of how we met:

Lisa and Dave met......over pink drinks at the "Life's a Beach" bar in Maui...
where they both were attending a wedding...
the wedding of Dave's cousin Lynn from Seattle...
Lisa being a friend of Lynn and Dave's other cousin from Seattle, Beth...
with Lisa having been introduced to Dave's cousins by Dave's mother and father...
when Lisa went to visit Dave's parents cabin in Etna...
a visit where Lisa was accompanied by her parents...
who lived just down the road from Dave's parents cabin...
because Dave's mother and Lisa's mother had known each other for years...
and even worked together...
and Lisa had worked for Dave's father during the summer...
on a tourist train run by Dave's father...
where Dave sold coffee(we hope that answers all your questions)

The Dress and Shoes! Glorious Shoes!

so, now we are on to attire! Yay! This is truly one of my favorite parts. The dress looks something like this:

Dave and I arrived at my parents house the day before Christmas in part so that I could see and try on the dress. After two of my mother's tremendously yummy cinnamon rolls I went in to see the dress which was hanging on a dress form. "I am not that size" I said to my mom. "That is the size of your other dress," she replied. "That is not going to fit" I said. "Try it on," she said. I did, it didn't and we've now been on a diet since Christmas. Fortunately, when she came up to Seattle a few weeks ago the dress was a little too big. So now, I am on the maintenance diet which goes something like - one day on, one day off. I seem to be at my heaviest on Monday and lightest on Friday - go figure ; )

My fabulous mom has now made this dress 3 times. The first time in muslin so I could see what it looked like. The second time in silk (after I called her and told her that I had reached my goal weight) and the third time because the modifications she made to the second dress did not come out as she would have liked. I really thought the second dress is perfect. I can't wait to try on the third - sans the cinnamon rolls.

Here are the shoes I am not wearing but will forever be remembered as the shoes I wanted to wear:

Great, huh. Too bad they snagged the dress when I walked and were tremendously uncomfortable.

Da,da,tada ...

Finally we get to the wedding!

Our wedding is going to be a three day affair (10 days for a few lucky friends).

Day one - Family Dinner (we are not rehearsing therefore no rehearsal dinner)

Day two - Latin pre-party. I work in the Latin America region and many of my friends are making the trip up so we decide to hold a pre-funk at a cool club the night before the wedding. Mojitos and Salsa dancing - how fun!

Day three - Wedding!!!

Day 4-10 - We are bring 6 of our friends on our Honeymoon to Hawaii! We've rented a house on the big island and plan to spend 6 days having a great time with our friends followed by 4 days enjoying married life together and just the two of us.

so there you have it - the stuffing. I think I will still post on the other side dishes ; ) we've had some great pre-events which deserve to be captured.

cold turkey .... or should we serve duck?

2007-03-15T09:26:00.000-07:00

8 months ago Dave and I became engaged. Within the first week, I had a PowerPoint presentation created that outlined our venue options, flower choices, dress selection, color pallet, and I think even the timing of the conception of our first child. All of this was done without the help, or knowledge of the "wedding blog." Now you'd think that I, with my unabashed admiration for all things internet, would have thought to search out the blog world for the latest and greatest in wedding design. I did not. Within 3 weeks of our engagement the flowers were ordered, the photographer hired, the venue set, the dress pattern purchased (thanks to mom), the save the date cards designed and sent to the printers, bada bing bada boom I sat back and patted myself on the back. Why are there so many shows and magazines on weddings? Who are these Bridezillas and what is their problem? This wedding thing is a snap!

We are now at 31 days and counting and I have become addicted to the wedding blog. Weddingbee to be exact. This isn't your average wedding blog with one gushing BTB waxing on and on and on about every detail of her (note it is never "their") impending nuptials. This blog features multiple BTBs waxing on and on and I can't tear myself away! I wonder if Miss Strawberry has found her shoes, I worry about Miss Kiwi's lack of excitement about her intended, I lust after new links to more blogs that will feed my need to know more wedding details and find more suggestions that I, in my ultimate quest to be organized, failed to consider when I drew up my original PowerPoint plan!

Like any addiction, this started out as fun. I would spend a few minutes at lunch or after work reading the daily posts and perhaps check out some of the offered suggestions and links. No harm and certainly no additional investment in things I didn't already know I needed for the wedding.

Then the visits became more frequent, the "to do list" began to grow and all of a sudden I found myself designing a "wedding logo" which can be placed on all of our "wedding accessories" such as: menus, cocktail menus with custom drinks names, favor tags, thank you letters for the out of town guests, napkins, programs, CDs with the music from the reception, lapel pins for our guests to wear to identify themselves to others (blue would be the grooms guest, pink mine), decals for the walls of the hotel, gobos (lighting template) for the dance floor, coloring books for the kids and coasters, we need lots and lots of coasters!

Like any addiction, I have now felt the need to hide my obsession, sneaking internet time before sitting down to watch TV (which of course is turned onto Whose Wedding Is It Anyway.) Searching out unique tiaras which should be considered (if not for myself at least for the flower girls.)

Perhaps this is a manifestation of my having lost control of the wedding planning process. After trying to work with the hotel long distance, I finally admitted defeat and called in my wonderful sister and her business partner to take over. They are dealing with the issue of why the champagne can't be served after the ceremony instead of before the cake, and how to accommodate our vegetarian guests (it is apparently hard to explain to someone who lives within cattle country why anyone would not eat beef. Who are these people we are inviting anyway?)

And so, like a good 12 step participant, I am going to take it one day at a time. I've promised Dave no new projects (which I am assuming means no new internet purchases for the wedding as well.) And, I am going to not read the wedding blog, search for wedding related materials, spend hours on illustrator designing wedding accessories (read above), watch wedding TV, or look at anything that could be used in a wedding in any way. That's it! I am going cold turkey!

of course .....

we still need to outline the ceremony
write the vows
take a photo for the NY Times and one for the Siskiyou Daily ; )
finalize the programs
pick the music for the ceremony, dinner and reception (chicken dance anyone?)
finish the guest book(s)
pick up the rings
get gifts for the kids
etc...
etc...
etc...

does anyone know of a recovery center for wedding addiction?

my Wii wedding ...

2007-02-22T11:25:00.000-08:00

I haven’t blogged for a long time in large part due to the Wii and my upcoming Wedding. Both have consumed my days, nights and everything in between. Today the inevitable happened and the Wii and my Wedding converged when I called my DJ to work on the schedule.

Me: Hi, I’d like to talk to Amy about my April 15th wedding.

Him: Are you really calling from Nintendo?

Me: Yes, is Amy available?

Him: Wow that Wii is incredible!

Me: (jumping into work mode) Yes, it really is. Have you had a chance to play?

The rest of the conversation was all about the Wii. I am hoping that Amy will get the message to call back, I still need a DJ.

happy birthday ...

2006-10-03T17:08:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is my birthday. Two years ago I made a pledge to do something new and daring each month. Call it mid-life crisis, call it I needed to “find myself” the bottom line was that I felt I had created a life which was too planned, too cautious, and lacking in those memorable experiences which make life – life.

Looking back on year one is like looking back on ones adolescence. I took many risks (some smart, some not so smart), I tried on different personas, I seriously pursued moving to another country, I lost 20+ lbs, I went on exotic vacations, I never said “I wish I had ...” I did. For me it was like the storybook year in college where you abandon the dreams of your parents for your own dreams and create your own reality in the process.

Halfway through my “live each day as if it’s your last” experiment I fell in love. One morning you wake up and get on a plane to seek a new adventure. The next morning you wake up and realize you’ve found something better than a new adventure, you’ve found a part of your life.

This past year I’ve learned that life can be its own adventure. In the midst of buying our first house, planning our wedding, and expanding our family (with a wonderful puppy) I’ve discovered that it is not the type of risks I take but the way I approach each day that determines if I am “living.”

So, as a gift to myself today and a reminder for myself in the days to come, here is a list of the life lessons these past two years have provide to me.

1) The people in my life are gifts. Treat them with respect, love and above all kindness.
2) Falling in-love happens everyday not just once. Take time to fall in-love over and over again.
3) There is nothing that has to get done that is more important than acting on points #1 and #2.
4) The outdoors is a wonderful place.
5) Dreams and expectations are different things. Dreams can be achieved – expectations rarely are.
6) Strike up a conversation with the person sitting next to you – he just might be your husband someday.
7) Feeling lonely has nothing to do with the number of people around you. And, while we are at it, neither does being alone.
8) What you fear is worse than reality.
9) It’s ok to admit and even celebrate fault.
10) Life is unexpected so don’t even try to predict the road it will take. Travel each day with an eye to learning something new and never forget to thank those around you for sharing in the experience.

I am a very lucky person. I have wonderful friends and family. I have an amazing partner whose love I am humbled by and through which I have received more joy and happiness in my life than I knew possible. And, I am blessed to have had an opportunity to learn to appreciate life.

In this new year, I will continue my life experiment. With any luck I will continue to learn to appreciate each moment.

advice from a 4 year old - food

2006-06-01T14:26:00.000-07:00

I received the following note from my mom today on my niece's developing culinary skills.

Lisa,

Rawnie and I cooked today for the library bake sale.

Rawnie wanted to make a red licorice pie....that means make a shell and puting pulled apart licorice inside as the filling. I'm not sure the recipe is a winner, I am sending it home with her rather than entering it in the bake sale.

Talk with you soon.

Mom

1000 other places and Chinese food...

2006-05-31T14:58:00.000-07:00

In searching the web for a unique solution for leftover Chinese food I landed on the web site 43 things. Here you can log on and post your goals. The fun (or strange) hook is that 43 things will and then match your goal with the other goals in the data base and give you comparisons. So say someone has a goal of not reheating Chinese food in the microwave. Other people with the same goal might also have the goal of experiencing an earthquake. (I'm not sure what the connection is there.)

Anyhow, in another area on the site there is a compilation on the destinations the "43 things" users want to visit ....

The world wants to go to...Broadway Musée Rodin Dildo International Spy Museum Vanuatu Bahia Abruzzo New York City Machu Picchu Blarney Castle Funkytown Calabria NY Chocolate Show Puerto Vallarta Bratislava Camiguin Rome Beverly Hills Galliano Island Elephant Kingdom Brussels Rwanda Gobi Desert Juneau Brisbane Carmel München

I think I might need to add Funkytown to my list of 1000 places.

Unfortunately, I still have no unique solution on how to resolve the issue of the leftover Chinese food.

at 20 you get cake ...

2006-05-24T13:05:00.000-07:00

When I was a kid it seemed as though there were milestones to be celebrated every year. The obvious ones; graduation, getting your driver's license, learning to ride a bike, etc… were something to look forward to and provided a sense of accomplishment and completion that propelled life forward. Which leads me to this sorry-looking-not-quite-fresh from the DQ piece of ice cream cake melting before me.

A colleague came by this afternoon and offered me a piece of her ice-cream cake. Not one to pass up a mid-afternoon sugar high I reached towards the tray and asked her what we were celebrating. “I’ve been here for 20 years and they got me an ice-cream cake,” she said. “Wow, 20 years!” I replied “How Great!” I said as her words, “I’ve been here for 20 years and they got me an ice-cream cake” rang in my head. My boss, having heard the conversation came in shortly after the gal she left. “Just shoot me,” he instructed.

Now juxtapose this moment with an email I received this morning from a bright-eyed college student studying organizational development. As part of his research he and his team would like to know:
1) What is the management style of my company
2) What are our the organizational values
3) And, what controls are used to monitor / appraise employee behavior

I am considering replying “at 20 years you get ice-cream cake.”

they say it's your birthday ....

2006-05-23T11:21:00.000-07:00

To the man who has asked to be surprised for his birthday .... (opps spaces make a difference)

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Freeing the Radicals

2006-05-18T11:13:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I received my Doctor Hydrogen Water - Healthy Stick & Beauty Mist kit. I think it is important to state that I did not buy or request this anti-aging solution. It was given to my by a customer from Singapore. Not one to let science get in the way of a good beauty product, I decided to activate the Healthy Stick and see what happened.

Step 1 - Read the manual. As the manual was written in Singelish this was especially entertaining.

First things first, the manual explains the benefits of Doctor Hydrogen Water.

The claim is that by adding hydrogen to your water (by infusing a stick made of metal magnesium and rock) you can effectively eliminate free radicals from your body.

And, how did free radicals get into your body in the first place? Free radicals are generated by inhaling oxygen, stress, ultraviolet rays etc...

What do free radicals do? Free radicals cause extensive oxidative damage to our body which bring about aging. Bad Free Radicals Bad!

There are many cautionary messages included in the pamphlet. Most relate to not swallowing the Healthy Stick. Apparently a problem for people who are seeking to eliminate free radicals.

Step 2 - throw caution to the wind and put Healthy Stick in bottle of water (making a mental note not to swallow it later), shake vigorously for 2 minutes and then wait for 20 minutes.

Step 3 - Drink the water.

It has now been 2 hours since I became infused with the Hydrogen Water. Other then a bit of a stomach ache, I don't see any major difference.

I will keep an open mind over the next few days and let you know if I am able to free the radicals.

a meal together ...

2006-05-15T13:18:00.000-07:00

We made Paella for dinner on Saturday night - YUM! It was great to be able to host a family dinner and I can't wait to do it again! (Plus I got a new Paella pan out of the deal - I think next time we'll make Chinese. I need a new Wok)

Jane his wife ....

2006-04-27T14:32:00.000-07:00

I have finally arrived at the era of the Jetson's! No, I don't have an oven that automatically pops out dinner. But, I do have the next best thing .... a laptop computer with a wireless internet connection that pops out recipes right there on my kitchen counter. Yes, it is true, I am the envy of the cooks up and down my street.

Another great use for the kitchen computer is to be able to search food blogs. Which leads me to this great find, the intelligent spoon. The intelligent spoon is designed "to taste your lousy cooking and suggest improvements." The spoon is equipped with sensors that measure temperature, acidity, salinity, and viscosity. The information can then be used to advise the cook on how to make corrections. As Rachel Ray would say " How cool is that!?"

a place at the table ...

2006-04-26T10:50:00.000-07:00

“I’ve moved to a new table.” My grandmother declared during a past visit. “I had been sitting with Betty and Earl but Betty couldn’t hear and Earl never said anything so it just wasn’t any fun at all.” At 93 her desire for robust conversation at the dinner table had not lessened. My earliest memories are of the family table, children and grandchildren packed in like sardines in the narrow breakfast room that served as the gathering place for all of our meals. Fourteen people and at least twenty-eight simultaneous conversations. This is the way my grandmother liked it.

At the home where she moved after my grandfather passed away, there was a large dinning room with tables of four dispersed throughout. Before she moved in, she and I had eaten at one of these small tables to test the food but more importantly to test the conversation. “Seems like a pretty lively crowd,” she observed during this meal. My grandmother went on to share with me that as a child she had moved frequently and had always been able to make new friends. She reassured us both that these early skills would serve her well in making new friends in her new “home.”

With each visit it seemed that my grandmother was once again becoming the life of the party. The past decade had been one of isolation. Living on the farm with my grandfather, socializing only at the weekly funerals of friends and family. With lively conversation, new friends and a social calendar that would make a socialite dizzy she was again becoming the invincible strong-willed women I had grown up with.

“You see,” my grandmother continued. “There was an opening at the Park’s table yesterday so I went right over and sat down. You can’t wait on these types of things.” My boyfriend and I looked at each other amused, knowing full well what had caused this “opening” at a table and impressed by the manner in which my grandmother had seized this opportunity.

On the drive home we laughed about my Grandmother’s spunk, her scheming to get the best place in the dinning room, the “bookie” who came by to collect on her bet, the poker buddies who warned us of my Grandmother’s skill at the table. We commented to each other that we hoped we would be as active as my Grandmother at 93 and corrected ourselves to say that we hoped we could be that active today.

Since our last visit my Grandmother has reached another transition point in her life. Not as spry as she was at 92 the time has come to move again, this time into a home where she can receive more assistance. I worry. I worry about her health, her spirit, the company she will find in the dinning room, the stress in moving yet again into a new environment.

When I was ten my grandmother grabbed my hand as we walked across the street. Totally insulted at her lack of faith in my ability to cross on my own, I immediately went to my father to complain. My father tried to reason that maybe she needed help crossing the street and that is why she had grabbed my hand. At ten, I believed that she was perfectly able to perform that task on her own and continued to pout.

As my family prepares to help my grandmother move, I think I finally understand a little bit about why she took my hand that day. It may have seemed like an empty street to me. A challenge to my independence. But to her it was a transition point in my life. By placing my hand in hers she was assured that we would both be safe on the other side.

1000 places to see before you die - #8

2006-04-26T09:03:00.000-07:00

Cuzco, Peru. After three years I am finally getting my pictures from my trip to Machu Picchu scanned. Machu Picchu is an amazing place which will ultimately be at the top of my list of places to see. But, Cuzco with its high deserts and incredible cloud formations deserves a place on the list all its own.

keeping up the blog ...

2006-04-25T12:51:00.000-07:00

Friend: You haven't blogged in a long time.

Me: When was the last time you looked at my blog?

Friend: About a month ago and it seemed to me that you had slowed down.

Me: So, past performance is indicative of the current state of things?

Friend: Well no. But, your life seems to be going well. You have the painting thing. Work is getting really busy. You're cooking dinner. And well, none of that seems to me to be interesting enough to blog about.

Me: So, you haven't been on my blog for over a month?

Friend: No, but I will now.

Too bad it will just be our conversation that has been posted.

book titles

2006-03-20T10:42:00.000-08:00

One of the hazards of my job is that I often think of how to market something before I think how that "something" will be created.

The last few days I have been thinking a lot about my imaginary book. Or, more accruately, I have been thinking about the title:

"we were perfect then"

Now, that I have put it out into the universe, maybe I can start thinking about getting back to my notes.

spring has sprung

2006-03-20T09:14:00.000-08:00

It is the first day of spring and it is beautiful! So, pack up the Walatrin and head outside.

Ten things to do this spring (before the rain starts again):

1 - Fly a kite in Gasworks Park
2- Go for a bike ride on the Burke Gillman
3 - Hike Tiger Mountain
4 - Take a drive to see the Tulips
5 - Read a book outside on the porch
6 - Buy flowers at the farmer's market
7 - Rollerblade around Greenlake
8 - Have lunch at an outside cafe
9 - Go to the Zoo
10 - Open all the windows and let the fresh scent of Jasmin and Honeysuckle spill through the house.

1000 places I haven't seen

2006-03-17T14:37:00.000-08:00

Turns out I have yet to see 90% of the world.

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create your own visited countries map

things I did not know ...

2006-03-14T15:04:00.000-08:00

Every once and awhile you will hear a bit of information in passing and think nothing of it until a few days later you hear the same thing from a different source and then yet again and again. In these instances I tend to think that this is obviously information the universe feels it necessary I have.

For example, I did not know that there was a secret menu for In-N-Out Burger. I was first informed of this fact during a trip to Santa Barbara last week. Then quite unexpectedly it came up again in a conversation I was having with some Panamanian fellows in Mexico City. Finally today, I ran across a post on my favorite food magazine's website Chow which not only links to another site which shows the foods available on the secret menu but also to a site which features a man who ordered a 100x100.

I am not sure why the universe feels I need this information. But perhaps this is a sign that we should all buy stock in burgers.

your name is not Jack!

2006-02-24T13:05:00.000-08:00

Ok - this is the last post for the day ....

I understand the rationale for sending call centers overseas. I have no problem with this service and am happy to talk to whomever is able to take my call.

BUT .... when you use a name that is not your name and, when you hesitate in giving your name because you can't remember the name you are using for the day it starts to destroy my trust in the conversation I am having with you and more specifically my trust in the company you represent.

I don't care what your name is ... but let's both be honest here. Your name is not Jack!

Whoever came up with this idea of changing the names to better appeal to an American consumer should be fired. This is a bad idea that does nothing to hide the fact that these jobs are being sent out of the country and at the same time puts into question the honesty and intergrity of the organization.

Ok , I am off my soap box at least until I have to call the soap box customer service line and talk with Bob.

advice from a 4 year old

2006-02-24T12:30:00.000-08:00

Last night my friend Kira shared the following advice:

"When you wake up in the morning you should go to the bathroom and then go back to bed."

Words to live by.

Danny and Annie

2006-02-24T09:22:00.000-08:00

Danny and Annie have become a symbol of NPR's StoryCorps project. Their first visit to the StoryCorps van resulted in a charming tale of their first meeting and the love which has flourished over the past 27 years. Last month Danny was diagnosed with cancer. This morning I heard their latest entry into StoryCorps and felt tears come to my eyes as I listened to Danny talk of the love he had for his wife and the love he hoped she would find after he was gone. Life is not always peaches and cream. Sometimes we find the pit. But through it all it is valuable to remember that the relationships we have are gifts to be cherished. Check out Danny and Annie’s story on NPR.org

1000 places to see before you die - #7

2006-02-24T09:00:00.000-08:00

It was a cold drive into work today. My little car slipped as I maneuvered through the icy curves, and I wondered aloud if the sprinkling of snow on the sidewalks constituted enough reason to call it a snow day. Then, as I was reaching the climax of psyching myself up enough to call it a day and head back home I saw Lake Washington with Mt. Rainer off in the distance. Ahh yes, this is why I love living in Seattle. Sure it rains a lot. And, yes the multitude of grey days drain the life right out of me. But, every once in a while you head over the hill and are treated with a view with the power to wipe out the memory of all the rainy days that proceeded.

So, here we go …. In my list of 1000 places to see before you die #7 – Seattle, WA.

best is not best anymore

2006-02-23T16:50:00.000-08:00

I think I have read most of the popular management fables -" Who moved the cheese", "Fish", "Radical Leap", "How to take the obviously and make it into millions", etc… What continues to astound me (aside from how much money has been invested in me personally reading these books) is why as adults we have not yet learned how to play well together.

Initially I thought as children we did play well together in groups and those skills somehow diminished as we moved into these strange corporate worlds. Then it occurred to me that no, people are people and those who were willing to share the red crayon are still willing to share the red crayon and those who were not are not.

My latest foray into the self-help management section was the Five Dysfunctions of a Team which can be basically boiled down to one – COMPETITION. Perhaps that is my own competitive nature, perhaps that is because we as a culture like to WIN WIN WIN!!!! (this Olympics not withstanding.) Not once have I ever been taught that collaboration is better then winning. Although I understand that it can lead to winning. But, even in your traditional sports team scenarios there is always one person who wins more, the all-star, the most valuable, the water boy. So is that really colloboration if you are the all-star or is it getting other people to support you in winning?

It seems that as a nation we are trying to embrace a world economy through collaboration vs. our usual competition. I certainly can see the theoretical benefits of being able to utilize varying skills and resources to achieve an overarching global goal but the question remains how? How do we redefine the “est” as a key motivator? How do we change Biggest, Brightest, Best into something that does not reflect the inherent comparison?

A friend of mine recently sent an email that said “you don’t have to be the best, just do your best.”

There are many things I do in my life for enjoyment and not to be the "best." These are things we usually classify as "things I do for myself." I think I would like to take the idea of "things I do for myself" and spread that through all aspects of my life. Perhaps by applying the forgiveness of imperfection into work we can parlay a very self-centered idea into true collaboration.

where is the love?

2006-02-14T15:01:00.000-08:00

THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE:

(1) Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.

(2) I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.

(3) Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and
so is your head.

(4) Of loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face.

(5) Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

(6) I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off of your face.

(7) I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

(8) My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.

(9) I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

(10) My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

(11) My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "go to hell".

(12) What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.

7 x 7

2006-01-18T11:29:00.000-08:00

This post is the result of what I think may be the latest metamorphosis of a chain letter. Alas, I am a sucker for questions so here it goes:

1. Seven things to do before I die
1) Travel to every continent. 2) Write a memoir (not in the same vein as a million little pieces.) 3) Work for a charitable organization. 4) Dance the Tango. 5) Create amazing art. 6) Learn to speak a foreign language fluently. 7) Live in a home where I can watch the sunset.

2. Seven things I cannot do
1) Bungee jump. 2) Swim a mile (although I hope to learn). 3) Not have my family as a priority. 4) Tell a lie or keep a good secret. 5) Give up coffee. 6) Not laugh at life. 7) List 7 things, life is full of too many possibilities and there’s not much that is impossible.

3. Seven things that attract me to [Seattle]
1) The man who sings in the morning. 2) The city. 3)The mountains. 4) The water. 5) The friends. 6) The proximity to an international airport. 7) The food.

4. Seven things I say most often
1) Awesome. 2) Too Cool. 3) You know (or you know what I mean). 4) Too Funny. 5) That’s ridiculous. 6) Oh my god. 7) Geez.

5. Seven books (or series) that I love
1)To Kill a Mockingbird. 2) Anna Karenina (the book I am most likely to reread multiple times). 3) Grimm’s Fairytales. 4) Nickel and Dimed 5) Collier’s Encyclopedia (I loved these books growing up like I love the internet now) 6) Chick lit 7) E=MC2.

6.Seven movies that I watch over and over again (or would if I had the time)
1) Breakfast Club. 2) Terms of Endearment (always makes me cry.) 3) White Christmas. 4) The Full Monty (always makes me laugh). 5) The Graduate or almost anything with Dustin Hoffman except Ishtar and Outbreak. 6) Gross Pointe Blank. 7) Same time next year.

7. Seven people I want to join in, too.
This is where I always get stuck in the “chain letter” process. Everyone I know who blogs has already completed the chain. So, to my friends who don’t blog (Lynette, Denise, Syd, etc…) Start bloging and have this be your first entry. : )

three things and a good steak

2006-01-16T13:09:00.000-08:00

I once had a conversation in which the question was asked "if you found yourself in an empty apartment what three things could you not do with out?" or put another way " what three things would you require to survive happily in an empty apartment?" The apartment element was crucial to the conversation since it allowed for the assumption that heat, pluming and electricity were available.

Most people answered with the usual "cocktail party approved" response; favorite music, books, a television perhaps. For me it came down to these three things:

A bed - while I am not opposed to sleeping on the floor I find that a mattress plays a big part in my attitude toward life in the morning.

A shower - again feeding into the fact that I am not a morning person and like my rituals.

and (drum roll please) ...

Internet Access!!!!!

This may not seem like an obvious choice however, I believe that everything you want can be found on the internet if you are willing to search. For example:

With the internet you can
be entertained
read your favorite book
buy furniture for your home
listen to music
communicate with friends and family
the list goes on and on ....

And, as of last night, I am now convinced that you can also eat off of the internet. Enter Omaha Steak Company

Last night we had steaks which were absolutely delicious. They were tender, full of flavor and delivered to my front door! Amazing.

Now, I wonder if I can find someone to clean my refrigerator on the internet? I will let you know what I find.

it's the idea that counts ...

2005-12-14T13:12:00.000-08:00

For those of you who are still doing your holiday shopping and may have run out of ideas, I thought I would post some of the more unusual options for holiday gifts:

First on the list ... The Bacon of the Month Club

Bacon of the Month Club

Not only can you send the gift of bacon every month, you can also purchase specialty bacon items such as Bacon Brittle which is not unlike the classic Peanut Brittle but with bacon instead. yum?

Have fun! And remember, it is better to give then to receive ; )

let it snow ....

2005-11-28T15:36:00.000-08:00

Oh …. The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, so as long as you love me so, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow ….

Baby it’s cold outside ….

That can only mean one thing – SNOW DAY!!!!!! Yes siree, the weather man is predicting snow in Seattle and being that I live at the bottom of a hill (meaning I would have to go up a hill to exit my home) tomorrow may be a snow day! I love Seattle snow days, less than an inch of snow and the entire city shuts down. I’ll walk up to get coffee (Starbucks doesn’t shut down) and then perhaps into town and then back home where I will start the fire in my fireplace by turning on the switch and spend the rest of the afternoon cuddled up on the couch with my laptop computer.

So far, this year looks like it might be a good one for snow. And I can’t wait! Bring on the Christmas movies and the hot buttered rum.

cabin fever ...

2005-11-10T16:12:00.000-08:00

Being that my dad was a teacher, there were always lots of descriptions thrown around during this time of year to describe why the kids in his class were bouncing off of the ceilings. Even though I am way past the age when I should be diagnosed with one of the "fevers" I have to admit that I am itching for Christmas vacation! I can't wait to put up the lights, hang the stockings, go and see Santa, put up a tree, drink egg nog and cider, put on a CD of Bing Crosby, watch White Christmas on a Sunday afternoon while wrapping Christmas presents, watch the snow fall, go for a drive to look at other people's lights, stop in front of the house where the old lady rocks for hours on her front porch, and the other one with the bubble machine where parents drop off their kids to sit on some strange man's lap - ok that is weird - debate the existence of three kings vs. a whole bunch of kinda smart guys, dodge the Christmas tree planted in the middle of town, slip on the ice, pull out the long johns from the hall closet, and basically remember that some of the best things in life are the celebrations and traditions we carry with us.

cooking for scientists ...

2005-11-10T15:59:00.000-08:00

so, I am not a scientist, but I am what one (one being my mother ) might refer to as an anal-retentive cook. I like things precise and if the recipe calls for the bacon to be in bits than, I want those bits to be uniform. (Ok I might not be that bad, but I must admit the uniformity of the bacon bits did ensure that the bacon was evenly distributed throughout the salad. And, grating the hard boiled eggs provided the perfect dusting of egg.) I digress. The cooking site: cooking for engineers is a fun site for those of us who believe that cooking is as much a science as it is an art form (not that either are mutually exclusive.) So, check it out and let me know what you think - and if you need tips for creating egg dust, let me know : )

1000 places to see before you die - #6

2005-11-10T14:38:00.000-08:00

sometimes, places worth seeing can be right in your own backyard. Vienna Teng reminded me of this last night while she sang "Shasta." Growing up so close to this mountain, I often overlook its splendor and magic. So, here is a photo of what it looks like today - thanks to ShastaCam. And, here are a few lines from Vienna's song:

"and you're thinking about clouds the color of fire
and the scent of an orange peel
the way Mt. Shasta explodes into windshield view
and your hands steady on the wheel

and you're thinking about how someone died that day
the you that was so carefully planned
but then again maybe this life is like a sleeping mountain
waking up to shape the land"

boo ...

2005-10-27T15:25:00.000-07:00

Today is the day in which all of the kids come to the office dressed in their Halloween costumes! Not only is it a great excuse to get out of work early, I love seeing every ghost, goblin and princess as they parade through the halls. For the first time in many many years, I too have a costume for Halloween. I think that it might be my first store bought costume ever.

Growing up Halloween was a "BIG" holiday which required months of planning. First there was the giant pumpkin which my grandfather would nurture in his garden and the haul up to our house to be carved. Then there were the parties, usually one or two for my parents and a carnival or haunted house for my sister and me. Finally there were the costumes!!!!! My mom would sew lavish costumes with my dad often helping with the artistic touches to the masks, heads etc... The year I went as French Fries, the costume had to be modified so that I could still play the flute in the elementary schools marching band. Never traditional, even as my friends were dressed as cheerleaders or the occasional witch, I had something different. The devil costume still remains one of my favorite. The skirt was fire red with enough red tulle beneath so that it floated as I walked. The tail did not hang limp behind me, but stood with attitude straight up in the air.

As I got older I scoffed at the idea of the big costumes, passing on the opportunity to dress as a giant Donald Duck and instead going as a punk (complete with the dog collar and blue Mohawk hair.)

This year when I found out that Halloween would again be an opportunity to dress up I called my mom for ideas. She quickly suggested a giant pumpkin with the pi sign printed on the front: Pumpkin Pie. I again passed on the idea of the big costume, feeling somewhat intimidated by the idea of dressing as a giant squash in front of people whom I don't yet know. So instead, I made my way to various stores and purchased elements which I hope will come together as a cute albeit not clever costume.

I have to admit, as I sit here watching the kids pass, I am dying to go to the car and grab my own costume and join in the parade. Too bad this year's costume is not work friendly. Maybe next year I can go as the pumpkin and partake in the kids fun as well.

pom poms ...

2005-10-26T10:24:00.000-07:00

It is scary what can happen when you pick up a pair of pom poms ...

Fortunately my team thought I was being supportive and not that I was having a mid-life crisis ...

I am not so sure ... but, I think I should invest in pair of pom poms just for fun : )

Q is for quantum ...

2005-10-26T09:53:00.000-07:00

My four year old niece is learning about the alphabet in school. Yesterday the teacher introduced the letter Q to the class and asked each student to come up with a word that started with that letter. Rawnie's word was quantum. I am sure the teacher is still scratching her head.

dice hola ...

2005-10-19T15:01:00.000-07:00

Over the past year I have developed a pretty good relationship with the Starbucks up the street from my house. Often now they will have my drink ready for me before I reach the counter to order. Sure I drink a lot of coffee but, that is still impressive. Today I had another coffee experience that may have topped my neighborhood Starbucks and given me a new "coffee home." Upon walking into this coffee show I was greeted by not one, not two, but three smiling baristas with "Hola Melissa." Ok, I have been to this particular Starbucks in Mexico City no less than 10 times in the last 2 days. And, I am usually ordering coffee for 7 of my co-workers in a Spanish accent that sounds a lot like Apu from the Simpsons. I guess it is not that unusual that I might stand out from the crowd in this environment. But still, they know my name and my drink preference in less than a week. Sorry Seattle Starbucks, it looks like I will have to make the Mexico City Starbucks my new home. Too bad the commute is so bad...

me and alice ...

2005-10-17T19:31:00.000-07:00

In case you had started to wonder ... Alice Cooper isn't dead. He is alive and well and for the weekend at least, was enjoying a good time listening to a cover band in Cabo at the infamous CaboWabo during Sammy Haggar's annual birthday bash. This I know because, even though I haven't posted in a while, I too am alive and this weekend at least was enjoying a good time listening to a cover band in Cabo at the infamous CaboWabo duing Sammy Haggar's annual birthday bash. Life continues to be a strange ride ...

what is in a name?

2005-10-06T12:57:00.000-07:00

this is my new business card ...
I also just received a fresh box of new business cards for my "real" job but they aren't nearly cool enough to post.

day one ... skating through memories

2005-10-05T13:41:00.000-07:00

When I was a kid my family and I would often drive up north to Medford and spend a Sunday afternoon at Skate World! This magical place, complete with disco balls and strobe lights, would offer us hours of fun as we skated around in circles to the music of Men at Work or Men Without Hats – I can never remember the name of that band …

On occasion we would visit the armory in Yreka (a town much closer to mine) to skate in what I imagine was once a hanger. Unfortunately, the seams in the concrete floor made the skating process difficult and about as rewarding as skating on the sidewalks back home.

I tell you this because, while I have not skated since skate wheels were aligned horizontally instead of vertically, I am now the proud owner of rollerblades!!! As I tried the skates on in my office, nearly falling on the floor as my feet moved one way and my chair the other, I realized that much has changed in the skating world. Not only do my new skates feel more like ski boots then tennis shoes (I used to have a great pair of skates that actually looked like tennis shoes – too cool), but along with the skates I am now expected to wear all of this other protective gear – helmets, wrist pads, elbow pads, knee pads etc… Given that I am much older now, I suppose that all of this extra protection is a good thing. It just seems that it takes some of the fun out of the experience if I am constantly reminded that this activity might be hazardous to my health.

Unfortunately, my new skates come just as the weather has started to turn cold and wet. Perhaps, I will be able to encourage my friends to join me for an afternoon at an old fashion rink…. Anyone up for Skate King?

BTW – it should be said that I purchased the skates, practically new, from another person who had fantastic memories of skating. Hopefully, I will not be passing them off to yet another dreamer anytime soon.

365 days ...

2005-10-04T16:50:00.000-07:00

365 days have passed since I began my “living life as an adventure” experiment. This morning as I awoke I had an true sense of accomplishment and confidence in reflecting back on a year where I did not let the fear of the unknown dictate the decisions I made in my life.

Much has been written in self-help books, and the like, on managing life changes. I’ve read more of these books then I like to admit and for me they all added up to a bunch of hooey. I spent most of my life trying to live five years ahead – plan – plan – plan. Unfortunately, I forgot to inform the rest of the world on my plan and life in its infinite wisdom took me on a different ride. I’d love to say that I decided one day to live life in the moment but the truth is that I was thrown into the moment and, unable to figure out how to recover a five year plan which had come apart at the seams, I reluctantly decided to follow life’s path instead.

Life as it turns out is a much better planner than I. In the last year, I have had experiences and taken on challenges which in the past would have died in the conversation phase. I have embraced old friendships and opened myself up for new relationships all of which have created a richness in my life I could never hope to repay. I am lucky! Life has given me the opportunity to take each day as it comes and appreciate the moments, be they good or bad, as a chance to be a part of the experience.

So, while this may sound a little schmaltzy, for the next 365 days I pledge to continue to approach life with an open mind and seek out opportunities which will challenge my fears. I will repay the love and support I have been given, to people I already know and those who will cross my path in the days to come. And, I will not let a moment pass without being thankful for the experience.

1000 places to see before you die - #5

2005-09-30T14:12:00.000-07:00

Last night I received a photo from a trip I had taken last spring to Maui, Hawaii. I wasn't prepared to love Hawaii, and I still wonder if my affinity is based on the beauty of the area or the marvelous vacation I had. Either way Maui, Hawaii deserves a spot in the 1000 places to see before you die.

meatloaf tacos and other fine cuisine ...

2005-09-28T17:50:00.000-07:00

Last night was my first cooking class. While I came out of it with all ten fingers I was more than a little disappointed with the lesson and as far as the recipes - there is no way I will ever puree a perfectly good avocado into guacamole you can suck through a straw.

I love my grandmother, but…. (you always have to start with “I love” when you are about to dish on a relative) my grandmother had a certain knack for ruining perfectly good food, not unlike my cooking teacher. So, while the skills I learned last night were taught with more finesse then what my grandmother might offer, the basic lesson was the same – take excellent ingredients, pulverize them so they no longer can be identified and then add mayonnaise.

Setting the avocado aside, I do not understand the desire to turn meat or fish into anything other than a beautifully cooked, or raw, presentation of their pure state. The whole idea of a “loaf” or “mousse” escapes me. Last night as we pureed the chicken livers into a suckable mousse and added mayonnaise to replace the crab juice we had squeezed out of the fresh crab I couldn’t help but smile as I recalled my grandmothers own recipes. My favorite by far being “meatloaf tacos.”

For those of you wanting to recreate this classic it is quite simple… First you take a perfectly good piece of meat, season it well and serve it on Sunday. Next you take whatever is left over and put it through a meat grinder. A couple of days later you reform the newly ground meet into a presentable loaf and reheat. Finally you break apart the loaf into ground beef sized chunks, serve with tortillas and ketchup and presto – you have meatloaf tacos! The same loaf treatment can be done on anything that was once good – fresh salmon, prime rib, steak … you name it, anything can be turned into a loaf.

I have 24 hours more of cooking class before I receive my certificate as a qualified loafer. Hopefully somewhere between the salads and desert I will find something I can share with my family and friends. Otherwise, it looks like I will need to pay a visit to my grandmother – she will be so proud that I finally learned how to cook.

birthday season ...

2005-09-24T19:06:00.000-07:00

Ahh yes it is birthday season! It is better than Christmas and lasts longer than Thanksgiving leftovers!

So, happy birthday to mom, and dad, and my sister Syd, and Lynette, and her mom, and Beth, and Dave's mom Nancy, and my cousin Marcie, and my uncle Doogie, and Mike, Sid, Julie, Tammie, Brad, and Denise and Denise's new baby who hasn't arrived but is scheduled to arrive during Brithday Season, and the guy at the grocery store, and Rosie, and Lynn, and everyone else who is celebrating this time of year!

The holiday season has officially begun!

me and the mechanical bull ...

2005-09-24T18:54:00.000-07:00

At some point in your life you may find yourself in the proximity of a mechanical bull. This bull may be in your client's back yard. You may need to ride this bull. If this should happen to you I have one bit of advice - seek another type of work.

please go away rita ...

2005-09-22T17:12:00.001-07:00

I am currently trying to get home and Rita is in my way. As I watch the storm and try to figure a route around her, I can feel my anxiety raise. I cannot even imagine the fear of those who are in her direct path. Hopefully her fury will disolve before she reaches land ...

4 weeks to a comfortable sofa ...

2005-09-16T13:48:00.000-07:00

When I moved into my place I decided to see if it is possible to furnish an entire home with items found on the internet. The early results were very positive. Not only was I able to purchase everything (from pots and pans all the way to living room furniture) off of the internet, but everything was delivered set up and looked great within 4 weeks of my pressing the enter button. And, the entire shopping experience took no more then 90 minutes to complete. (For anyone who has ever been furniture, bedding, kitchen, etc... shopping 90 minutes is a world record.)

Unfortunately, over the past year there has been one purchase regret or as some would say "sore spot". The sofa, while looking fabulous, is not actually conducive to sitting. The problem is that while most sofas have a seat that tilts toward the back, mine tilts toward the front which results in my guests being slowly propelled off of the sofa and onto the living room floor. As for lying on the couch – don’t even think about it.

I’ve known this was an area that needed to be rectified. I’ve gone to furniture stores and sat on countless sofas. I’ve even considered purchasing big bean bags. Nothing seemed like a good replacement for the sofa which aesthetically looks so good but, which is such a pain in the butt.

A couple of weeks ago while driving to work I managed to spill a huge bottle of water all over the passenger side. As I reached into the console to pull out some napkins, to sop up the mess, out popped an article I had clipped a year ago about the Seat Company.com. Bingo! Another internet sofa is on the way!

This one tilts toward the back is covered in a beautiful plush fabric (instead of the ultra-suede I chose last time) and I sprung for the “down-filled" cushions. The fact that it has cushions instead of the padded bench of the current sofa is a plus, I figured “down-filled” should put me over the edge in terms of comfort.

So, here it goes. If this sofa arrives as promised and looks and feels great, I will have succeeded in demonstrating that the internet is the perfect shopping experience. If not, I guess we will be sitting on bean bags this winter.

Btw – here are photos of two other internet sofas which I had the sense not to purchase.

observation test

2005-09-15T17:23:00.000-07:00

I received the following from a friend who scored 15. I scored 17 and think a few of the answers are bunk. - How well do you think you can do? (I will put the answers in the comment section - good luck)

The average person only gets 7 right. This is based on
U.S. info, so use all lobes of your brain. This can be
more difficult than it looks -it just shows how
little most of us really see!

There are 25 questions about things we see every day
or have known about all our lives. How many can you
get right? These little simple questions are harder
than you think. It just shows how little we pay
attention to the commonplace things of life.

RULES: Put your thinking caps on. No cheating! No
looking around! No getting out of your chair! No using
anything on or in your desk or computer!

Can you beat 20?? (The average is 7) Write down your
answers and check answers (in the comment section) AFTER
completing all the questions. REMEMBER-NO CHEATING!!!

LET'S JUST SEE HOW OBSERVANT YOU REALLY ARE. - If
not, just have fun!

Here we go!

1. On a standard traffic light,is the green on the
top or bottom?

2. How many states are there in the USA? (Don't
laugh, some people don't know.)

3. In which hand is the Statue of Liberty's torch?

4. What six colors are on the classic Campbell's soup
label?

5. What two numbers on the telephone dial don't have
letters by them?

6. When you walk does your left arm swing with your
right or left leg? (Don't you dare get up to see!)

7. How many matches are in a standard pack?

8. On the United States flag is the top stripe red or
white?

9. What is the lowest number on the FM dial(including decimal)? (Don't
look at that dial!)

10. Which way does water go down the drain, counter or
clockwise? (Get out of the bathroom!)

11. Which way does a "no smoking" sign's slash run?

12. How many channels on a VHF TV dial?

13. On which side of a women's blouse are the buttons(no looking!)?

14. Which way do fans rotate?

15 How many sides does a stop sign have?

16. Do books have even-numbered pages on the right
or left side?

17 How many lug nuts are on a standard car wheel?

18. How many sides are there on a standard pencil?

19. Sleepy, Happy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey, Doc. Who's
missing?

20. How many hot dog buns are in a standard package?

21. On which playing card is the card maker's
trademark?

22. On which side of a Venetian blind is the cord
that adjusts the opening between the slats?

23. There are 12 buttons on a touch tone phone. What
2 symbols bear no digits?

24. How many curves are there in the standard paper
clip?

25. Does a merry-go-round turn counter or clockwise?

__________________________________________________________

cuts like a knife ...

2005-09-13T17:05:00.000-07:00

Despite summers spent in my grandmother’s kitchen, or perhaps because of them, my kitchen skills are eccentric to say the least. I can cook obscure meals such as Chinese stuffed rolls (from Sunset Magazine circa 1975) but I cannot chop vegetables without the process involving antiseptic and lots and lots of gauze.

Over the past few weeks, I have been making an effort to expand my cooking skills and for the most part I think the process has been going relatively smoothly. However, despite being able to now steam clams, I am still lacking some of those basic skills like cooking eggs, grilling meat, and yes – using knives. So, I am stepping up my efforts and enrolling in a cooking skills class for busy people who have this extra room in their house where they are currently storing takeout containers but in which they vaguely recall hearing that food can be prepared. (how’s that for a run-on-sentence?)

Wish me luck, I can’t wait for the course on the urban refrigerator – apparently you can make a meal from what is inside. Who knew?

he’s had a very rough term …

2005-09-12T16:48:00.000-07:00

I found myself outside of a conversation regarding hurricane Katrina and the government’s response. “You see” said a co-worker “the president couldn’t do anything because the governor did not ask. She should have asked then the situation would have been different.”

Are you kidding me? Do people actually believe that the President of the United States of America does not have the authority to command troops without the consent of local government????? While I understand that there is protocol, and that there were discussions between the President and Governor – an emergency is an emergency!

The responding comment from another co-worker was “yea, the President has had a really rough term and none of it has been his fault.” PEOPLE!!!!! Did you see Brown’s resume, have you heard about Homeland Security, do you know where the reserve troops are???? Let me help you out, there ain’t nobody home!!!! Our troops are fighting a war with questionable support while we literally kill each other back here. I overheard a man in the Detroit Airport put it best when he asked “what are they going to do next, send in the boy scouts?”

So, I am sorry if the President had to cut short his five week vacation. I am sorry that he doesn’t bother himself with watching the news or reading the paper, and therefore did not understand the magnitude of the catastrophe which had struck. I am sorry that cronyism resulted in Brown being put in charge of FEMA. And, I am sorry that Katrina hit during a time in which our resources and intention toward domestic issues is at an all time low. But let’s be honest – the President has not had a very rough term – he is failing in his job and as anyone who has ever had a job knows – when you are not performing, it is a bad day at the office.

swaping the do-hickey

2005-09-12T11:16:00.000-07:00

My computer and I had another "moment" today. She once again refused to power up despite my pleas, begging and downright groveling with promises of clean power and limited cookies.

Unfortunately, I had to call the "help desk" and they once again "helped" by tearing her inners out and replacing the do-hickey.

Hopefully our relationship will remain stable through this next trip.

do you not understand EXTREME?

2005-09-08T12:03:00.000-07:00

I took my first Extreme Body Makeover class today. Somehow when I signed up for the class the word EXTREME in the title did not register. About the ninth flight of stairs I started to question exactly what I was doing a) getting out of my nice cozy bed this morning and b) paying someone to yell at me to climb more and more stairs. The worst part of the experience was the jump roping. Panic swept over me the minute I saw the instructor bring out the ropes. I haven’t jumped rope since I was in second grade and there is reason. For hours after school I was tutored on the fine art of being able to jump into a moving rope in order that I would be able to play with the other kids. I never mastered this skill. Usually the rope would hit me in the head or cause me to topple to the ground. The jump rope songs still sing mockingly in my nightmares. By third grade the trend had moved to Chinese Jump Rope which was more to my liking – no ropes swinging for my head.

I like to think I have matured (some) since those awful days on the playground. So, this morning I picked up the rope and did my best to imitate Rocky Balboa. Unfortunately, I think the rope hit my head more times then it actually swung around and while I did not fall, I certianly did not perform with grace.

Needless to say, this is not the class that is going to get me excited about working out in the morning. But, if it makes it so that I can hike and ski this winter without feeling like an old lady, well then, I guess I am in for an Extreme body makeover experience!

btw – I get my body fat measured on Tuesday - now that sounds like fun.

hello norma jean

2005-09-07T15:40:00.000-07:00

The era of the blonde has apparently come to an end according to researchers in the UK. While we can still claim to have "more fun" apparently the years of battering by blonde jokes, and the likes of Paris Hilton, have taken their toll on our perceived intelligence and attractiveness.

According to a new study 51 per cent of men thought brunettes were more attractive 81 per cent described them as intelligent and 67 per cent of men described them as independent and self sufficient.

Blondes were described as needy and lacking in independence by 40 per cent of those questioned.

In homage to our lost ranking I give you my favorite blonde song/joke – good bye Marilyn and hello Norma Jean.

‘Cause I’m a Blonde’ by Julie Brown (spoken lines in italics).

Because I'm blonde, I don't have to think
I talk like a baby and I never pay for drinks
Don't have to worry about gettin' a man
If I keep this blonde and I keep these tan

'Cause I'm a blonde
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I'm a blonde
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I see people workin', it just makes me giggle
'Cause I don't have to work, I just have to jiggle

'Cause I'm blonde
B-L-O-N-D
'Cause I'm a blonde
Don't you wish you were me?

I never learned to read and I never learned to cook
Why should I bother when I look like I look?
I know lots of people are smarter than me
But I have this philosophy:
"So what?"

'Cause I'm a blonde
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I see girls without dates and I feel so sorry for 'em
'Cause whenever I'm around, all the men ignore 'em

'Cause I'm blonde
Nyah, nyah, nyah
'Cause I'm a blonde
Nyah, nyah, nyah

They say to make it you need talent and ambition
Well, I got a TV show, and this was my audition:

Um, okay. what was it, okay, um,
don't tell me, oh yeah, okay...
"Duck, Magnum, duck!"

'Cause I'm a blonde
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I'm a blonde
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I took an IQ test, and I flunked it, of course
I can't spell VW, but I got a Porsche

'Cause I'm a blonde
B-L-A-N-D
'Cause I'm a blonde
Don't you wish you were me?

I just want to say that being chosen as
this month's Miss August is like a compliment
I'll remember for as long as I can. Right now I'm
a freshman in my fourth year at UCLA, but my goal
is to become a veterinarian, 'cause I love children.

'Cause I'm a blonde
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause we're a blonde
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Girls think I'm snotty, and maybe it's true
With my hair and body, you would be too

'Cause I'm a blonde
B-L-... I don't know!
'Cause I'm a blonde
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I'm a blonde
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I'm a blonde
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

1000 places to see before you die #5

2005-09-05T14:33:00.000-07:00

Siena, Italy ... having just returned all I can say is wow! Perhaps it is the jet lag, or just a lack of vocabluary, but I cannot at this moment find the words to describe this amazing town. So, albeit cliché, "a picture is worth a thousand words" here is my new online Photo Gallery

- thanks Anandi for the Smugmug recomendation.

neglecting otis...

2005-08-24T13:37:00.000-07:00

After the initial burst of enthusiasm over taking care of my new imaginary dog, I pulled a Paris Hilton and accidentally forgot her at someone's home. I understand from the manual that if you do not pay enough attention to your Nintendog they may run away from home and come back with fleas. Tomorrow is the company Bark-Off. If Otis shares her fleas with all of the other imaginary dogs I will have some answering to do as to the level of attention I am giving to this product. I wonder how long it takes to get rid of imaginary fleas on an imaginary dog.

Perhaps I should have started with a less demanding imaginary pet - maybe a virtual gold fish. Oh well.

training otis...

2005-08-19T15:12:00.000-07:00

I have a new dog ... his name is Otis and he is a husky ... he loves to play fetch with the frisbee ... has a tendency to eat trash when we go out on walks ... and can do a few tricks. The problem is that Otis is not a real dog ... Otis is a Nintendog and he is consuming my life!

Our relationship started a couple of nights ago when I mistakenly removed Otis from his box and plugged him into my Nintendo DS. Now he is demanding my time 24/7. He needs to be walked, fed, bathed. We have frisbee contests to attend to and dog parks to visit. And today, I found myself wandering the halls so that Otis could meet dogs on the other side of the office. - It should probably be noted that I don't go to the other side of the office to meet people.

Just now, someone came to my office to see how the training of Otis is going. Apparently, they can hear me command "Sit Otis! Sit" from some distance down the halls.

I've recognized that my grasp on reality has been steadily slipping over the years but, I think this might just put me over the edge. I may become a high-tech hermit with only Otis, Roomba and my Robotron to keep me company. If only they could all use the same power cord.

other duties as assigned ...

2005-08-18T15:47:00.000-07:00

I am about to head to my bosses house to prepare a dinner for 11 ... he doesn't cook, his wife is out of town, and for some unknown reason a caterer was not considered.

I don't mind. It is kind of fun to be in a big kitchen.

I hope they don't mind ... I don't really cook.

getting down with the politicians…

2005-08-17T10:22:00.000-07:00

This week Seattle is host to the National Conference of State Legislatures' annual convention. Although the event is touted as an opportunity for legislatures to discuss common issues, namely how to get the national government off their backs on regulations surrounding the No Child Left Behind Act and Homeland Security, the reality is that this convention is no more then “my summer vacation in Seattle.”

I am not naive on the workings of government. I read the newspaper. I listen to the news. I am aware of the scandals that follow the relationship between lobbyists and politicians. But despite the news, I had never actually seen this “affair” take place. Last night I was privy to be part of the inner circle where this "schmoozapalooza", their words not mine, occurred.

A little background:

6045 people are registered for the convention. Around 2000 are legislatures or staff workers, the balance are lobbyists or business people (amateur lobbyists.)

A modest $1.3 million is being spent on entertainment which includes a Mariners game as well as a party at the Seattle Center.

Under the state ethics law, lawmakers are limited to accepting gifts of no more then $50. Two years ago the legislature passed an exemption in order to help cover the entertainment costs of this convention – Party On!

Back to last night … this week the focus of my job is to schmooz. Dinners, lunches, tours around Seattle and of course - BASEBALL! The purpose of all of this is to place my clients in positive situations while I work to influence them to act favorably toward my business. Duh…. It’s business. So, I was working last night in a suite at the Mariners’ game when in came a group of what appeared to be business men and “Soccer Moms” – helmet hair, matching sweater sets, not too thin and not too fat, smiles straight out of the kitchen. My first instinct was that these were not your typical sales and marketing women (a blog description for another time), nor were they “wives”. These women were part of the trend started by Patty Murray – these were a breed of the non-threatening female politician.

It is nice to see that women have gotten into the game. But, the way in which they floated from suite to suite last night – drinking wine, laughing at bad jokes, working the crowd – yuk. A part of me hoped female politicians would be that rare group of women who were able to move into a male dominated arena and play under a different set of rules. “If women ran the country,” as the saying goes, “things would be different.” “We would write laws based on what was best for the people.” The reality is that as women enter into government they quickly learn the personal benefits of playing the game and then proceed to play it with the advanced skills of manipulation learned by every women at a young age.

This type of behavior has been growing in the business world for the past 30 years. Originally people believed that as women entered into the workplace, cultures would change. Women would work together to create a more harmonized environment where their interests would be met. The reality is that the individual benefits offered by “the old boys club” are so strong, women who reach that level work to protect the “structure” with the same vigor as their male counterparts.

So, where does that leave us? I guess the question of equality is finally being answered. Men, you have nothing to worry about. We women do not want to change the rules which would favor us getting free stuff and lots of attention. In fact, if we can stay a minority group so that we receive a disproportional amount of attention and free stuff – great!

I am with you! Screw family benefits, which will costs corporations billions. Childcare in the workplace, are you kidding me? Women’s health issues, medical research, you are absolutely right – not profitable at this time, how about more Viagra. Oh, and by the way, can you poor me another glass of chardonnay.

Before last night, if you had asked me, I would have said "I schmooze because I have to in order to get my job done." But now, I think I have had my last glass of chardonnay.

1000 places to see before you die - #4

2005-08-12T14:50:00.000-07:00

Isla Mujeres off of Cancún, México.
My one mistake during my vacation in Cancun was in not visiting Isla Mujeres until the last day. I could have stayed the entire week lounging on the beach or wandering the streets on this tiny island.

brain freeze

2005-08-11T16:09:00.000-07:00

The interviewer sat back in her chair and fired the next question:

“Name two consumer electronics products which have launched in the last three months…” “ummm, let me see here, last three months, hmmm” I tried to delay as I began to feel the panic build – “*&@!” I thought – I should know this…. “Ummm, well there was the….” quick think, think, think, what is hot – Satellite Radio? , no that has been out awhile – “There’s the IPOD SHUFFLE!!!! You wear it around your neck – very very cool!” I blurt out my answer with enthusiasm and then clarify that it wasn’t launched within the time frame but it was a consumer electronic product. Yea! I had done it! - The interviewer stared back in bored anticipation.

“Oh, you wanted two?” “Let’s see there was also the …” “ hmmmm…” “Does it have to be outside of the video game industry,” I asked. “No” she responds. Cool, I think. I should be able to name Video Games that have launched in the last three months. “Let me see… video game product… video game product…” Pictures of Halo 2 flash through my mind … stupid Halo 2 how can that be the only game I remember at a critical moment like this. “Well…” My mind races through visuals of the stores I have visited recently –what did I see??? – DOH! “PSP!!!!” Again, not launched in the last three months but close enough. Crisis adverted.

She smiled politely “I didn’t think you were going to pull that one out…” Yea, I thought. Thank God it wasn’t three.

2005-08-10T13:32:00.000-07:00

don't blame me.

SURVEY

2005-08-10T12:28:00.000-07:00

How many physicists can you name?

Science, in my opinion, is in need of a good PR campaign manager. We all benefit from scientific discoveries yet because nearly everything (and some may argue EVERYTHING) in our lives is influenced by science, it is difficult to identify one specific discovery and give credit where credit is due. Furthermore, if we can’t easily identify the multitude of ways in which science influences our lives (ie. food, shelter, transportation, health, entertainment, computers, etc….) it is easy to understand why we can’t identify the scientists who have made these discoveries either.

Jay Leno has this great segment on his show called “Jay Walking” in which he asks “average” Americans questions of fact relating to history, science, literature – things we should have learned in school. While the answers are often amusing, they point out a very clear fact about our culture – we only remember what we have been conditioned to remember through entertainment and publicity. Case and point, 9 out of 10 Americans when asked to name a person from China will name Yao Ming. I am not knocking the center for the Houston Rockets but come on people.

So… this leads to the question. I am collecting data on how many physicists people can name. Ask your friends, ask your family, ask the guy sitting next to you on the bus. Then let me know… we have 30 days to collect the information!

At the end of the 30 days I will compile the information and share the results back. GOOD LUCK PHYSICISTS!

umm chilaquiles

2005-08-09T10:44:00.000-07:00

My favorite part of working in Mexico is the food! Tortillas, Mole, Guacamole and Tacos unlike anything you can find in the states – I love it all. The problem is that days after I have returned to the white bread and mayonnaise North West, my stomach still craves the flavors of Mexico.

My addiction to Mexican food is so bad that I have been known to arrive at the airport 2 hours early just so I can have one final meal at my favorite Mexico City airport restaurant. This last trip was no exception. Since my flight was in the morning, my last meal in Mexico was Chilaquiles con Pollo. UMMMMM. For those of you who may not have had the opportunity to taste this amazing dish, there is a restaurant in Fremont called El Camino which has started to serve Chilaquiles as part of their Sunday morning brunch menu. Or, if you are more the adventurous type, here is a recipe for you to try.

Ingredients
½ med. Onion peeled and thinly sliced
4 cloves of garlic
1 tsp. salt
16oz shredded chicken (or chicken breast)
2 tsp. canola oil
¼ cup canola oil (for frying)
1 cup chicken broth
10 ripe plum tomatoes
10 corn tortillas
¼ lb shredded Monterey Jack Cheese
4 canned chipotle chilies – plus 2 tbsp. of the sauce from the can
1 cup crema mexicana (sour cream may be substituted)

Steps
Turn the oven to broil and place the tomatoes in an oven-proof casserole. Slide the casserole under the broiler and turn the tomatoes every few minutes until they are black in spots.

Remove the tomatoes from the oven and turn the oven down to 325 degrees. Remove the stems and seeds from the chilies.

Peel and seed the tomatoes and put them along with 2/3 of the onion, the chilies and their sauce, garlic and salt in a food processor.

Heat the oil (2 tsp) in a small saucepan over medium-high heat. Puree the tomato mixture.

Add the tomato puree to the hot oil while constantly stirring. Cook and stir for 4 minutes.

The puree will turn a slightly darker color. Add the broth and keep warm.

Assembling the Dish
Heat the remaining oil in a small sauté pan over high heat. Place the tortillas in one stack and cut them into eight wedges.

Fry the tortilla wedges using tongs, until they are just golden and slightly crispy. The tortillas should still be slightly flexible.

Drain the tortillas on a plate lined with paper towels to remove the excess grease. Put a layer of sauce in the bottom of a casserole dish.

Add a single layer of tortilla wedges and then some of the shredded chicken and cheese.

Repeat this process until all of the tortillas, sauce, chicken and cheese are used. Place the casserole in the oven and bake for 15 minues.

Serve with a few onion slices and a little of the cream mexicana drizzled over the top

mom and dad were right

2005-08-08T11:56:00.000-07:00

A camping we will go, a camping we will go, hi ho a dairy oh, a camping we will go …

For the last 15 years my idea of roughing it has been a bad night in a cheap hotel. After spending every summer of my childhood in one kind of camping situation or another I had decided as an adult that I was done. No more sleeping on the ground, no more wondering what would constitute as a bathroom, no more days without the pleasure of a hot shower and a strong cup of coffee in the morning. Boy did I miss it!

The itch to spend the night outside has been growing for the past few years. I even borrowed a friend's tent last year in the hopes that maybe just maybe that would be enough to get me back into the swing of things… unfortunately, the tent, sleeping bag and lantern sat in my garage untouched until last weekend!

Friday night I flew into Seattle, after a trip to Mexico City, prepared to hit the woods. After fighting traffic from the airport (and calling everyone I knew to inform them of my plans, and make sure that there would be a search team should I not return) I met my friend Dave and together we loaded up my “gear” and headed to the Olympic Mountains.

First stop: SEATTLE, WA
We made it to the Ferry in time to catch the 7:30 departure to Bremerton or Bainbridge (not sure which - I was too busy trying to learn how to read a map). Not bad, when you consider my flight did not arrive in Seattle until after 5pm. Once on board the Ferry we dove into these awesome sandwiches which Dave had made. I had no idea that you could purchase lettuce pre-shredded. Too Cool!

The Ferry ride was quick and soon we were headed up the highway toward the Hood Canal Bridge. The original plan was to stay at a camp called Deer Something or Other… but by the time we got to the turn off it was getting late so we decided to implement Plan B. Plan B (which was to stay on the beach) soon turned into Plan C, D, and E as campground after campground greeted us with either a full or closed sign. On our third trip through Squim we gave up and bunked down on a patch of grass at the Rainbow’s End RV Park. Not exactly the “getting close to nature” experience we had planned for but nonetheless it provided us with a enough space to pitch the tent and a great story of how we once slept underneath a Shell sign next to the freeway. Having stayed at a Chevron station once when I was “camping” with my family and our van broke down, I felt that sleeping underneath a gas sign and not actually at the gas station was an improvement.

The next morning we packed up the tent in record time and hit the road. The nice lady at the Rainbow’s End wished us well and encouraged us to visit again the next time we were in Squim. Dave responded politely and let me know that we would not be traveling through Squim again any time soon.

Before heading up to Hurricane Ridge for an easy morning hike, we stopped at Jessie’s Diner for Breakfast. The fact that there were neon beer signs in every window did not sway my decision in any way. Coming from a small town, I love eating where the locals eat. These are the kind of places where people talk to each other between tables and the waitress leaves the coffee pot on your table so that you do not have to wait for a refresher.

Jessie’s special was biscuits with country gravy and sausage and eggs on the side – my favorite! However, being that we would be hiking, I decided to go for the safer scrambled eggs instead. As soon as I opened the menu, I noticed that almost all of items had a red mark next to the names. Usually this would indicate some kind of house special. However, in Jessie’s case this red mark (as defined by the warning label at the bottom of the menu) meant the dish contained eggs which might be undercooked and therefore hazardous to your health. I ordered my eggs cooked hard and continued on with the adventure.

Hurricane Ridge was beautiful! From the top you can see the glaciers on the Olympic Mountains to the south and the Victoria, Canada to the north. Getting to the top is a “easy” 1.8 mile hike up a paved trail. I soon discovered that while I have no trouble on flat surfaces, walking up hill pretty much kicks my butt. Note to self – must work out to build cardio system. Next trip I will be ready!

From Hurricane Ridge the plan was to head to the west side of the Olympics. After looking at the map we determined that it would be best to pick up supplies for dinner in Port Angeles before heading out (there aren’t many towns on the west side.) Like the night before we found ourselves driving from one end of town to the other in a desperate search. Once we decided to give up and head out of town we were rewarded with a Safeway. HURRAY! My old camping instincts kicked in and we purchased tinfoil, salmon, a lemon, an onion and a loaf of sourdough.

Not wanting to again fight the crowds for a camping spot, we chose a “primitive camp” located off of Clear Creek. Perfect. Big trees, the sound of a rambling river, a great spot for the tent and a few logs left from the last campers. SWEEET! We put up the tent and then went for the ritualistic hunt for the perfect marshmallow stick.

The key to a great camping experience is a great camp fire. Fortunately, Dave is a master fire builder and within a matter of minutes he had an awesome fire going, and on one match to boot! Once the first logs had burned down we prepared our tinfoil salmon and placed it near the center of the fire like pros. Our moms would be so proud! The meal was fabulous and the smores that followed were made even better by the wine that accompanied them. Ummm marshmallows and red wine – who knew?

The next day was equally as cool – rainforests, tide pools, crashing waves… and as we headed into Seattle it became clear to me. I like to camp! I like being outdoors, I like cooking on an open fire, I like not having to worry about how I am dressed, I like being on the top of a hill and looking down on world below, I like seeing fuzzy little creatures (not rats) scurrying across the path in front of me, and I like the quiet of not hearing the constant noise of the world. So, I guess this is another one of those instances when my parents were right. Thanks mom and dad for taking me camping when I was a kid. It really is much better then staying in a cheap hotel.

dear john

2005-07-31T17:59:00.000-07:00

Dear John,

I saw you last night for the first time in a while and I regret to say the magic wasn't there.

I've had a crush on you for most of my life, since that first moment when you showed up at the party as geek # 1 in "Sixteen Candles". You stole my heart when you cried in "Say Anything" and when you choose not to sleep with "The Sure Thing" I knew you were the one.

Sure we had our moments... but as you passed through the stages of your life I felt connected with you every step. I may not have been a hired killer at my 10 year class reunion - but I appreciated that your dark side had paid off. And to be honest, the pony tail you wore as you passed through the portal into John Malcovich's brain, was a bit of a stretch. But John, you were the one I kept on my top ten list - through it all.

We both know the last few years have not been satisfying. Putting your name on a $5 bill was a bad idea and I don't know where to start with "American Sweetheart" I never saw you as being so shallow. But when I would doubt where our relationship was headed I would just have to listen to a mix tape and know that some day you would come back to me.

When I heard that you were ready to find love again I was ready to take the plunge with you. Everything seemed right, you and I were again in sync with our lives and I was excited to see how we would enter this new chapter.

But John...you have disappointed me. You sat back and played the victim in the relationship not taking responsibility for your own happiness. John, we have grown accustomed to your dark side, to the philosopher who believes that love may never come but this was too much. The old John was had a glimmer of hope that love would succeed. This time even I was surprised when it did and you seemed genuinely shocked.

Sure it would be nice if we were still in our 20s and able to be toss around relationships like juggling balls. But we are not John, we know the dark side and yet we still want to experience the ride. I was hoping you would take this ride with me... again imitating the stages in life we are traveling through.

Perhaps it is time to find a real life hero to share these experiences with. Good luck John, we'll always have Jeremy Piven to lean on.

1000 places to see before you die - #3

2005-07-29T08:48:00.000-07:00

The Golden Temple in Kyoto, Japan.

Perhaps even more impressive then the temple itself are the temple gardens. While there I was able to watch the gardeners as they meticulously removed ever stray pine needle and leaf from the moss carpets. Picture perfect doesn't even begin to describe this place.

ps - while in Kyoto, be sure to have Blow Fish. Blow Fish is not just an item on the menu, it is a true dinning experience - maybe I'll write on my experiences with Blow Fish in the future - look for... 7 ways to prepare Blow Fish without dying.

happy anniversary!

2005-07-28T13:00:00.000-07:00

One year ago today I decided to get serious about my health and make some much needed changes in my diet and exercise (or lack thereof). Results? I am now 30 lbs lighter and more physically fit then I have probably ever been in my life.

The decision came while I was eating a bowl of pasta - a very very big bowl of pasta. I had just moved out on my own for the first time and was feeling stressed from the changes. On top of that, I had never really been in a position where what I ate was completely dependent upon the decisions I was making. My eating had always been somewhat influenced by roommates or other people in my life. (That may be just an excuse that I gave myself to not have to take responsibility for the weight and the poor choices I was making.) Anyhow, the first couple of weeks on my own I ate one thing - PASTA - and lots of it. Actually, come to think of it I ate two things - pasta and ICE CREAM. After finishing my pasta, I would drive the block and a half to the corner store for one of those "little" containers of Ben & Jerry's which I would proceed to finish off as soon as I got home. If I was being "good" that day I would only eat half of the container and save the rest for the next day. The thing was that because I was feeling like so much of my life was out of control, the fact that my eating was out of control did not register. Just prior to the night on the couch with the bowl of pasta, I had attended a reunion of old co-workers. Dressed all in black I thought I looked great! Unfortunately, the pictures told a different story. Photos of me dancing through the restaurant with the waiter (a different story) revealed that my belly was hanging outside my shirt and over my pants. Uck. While having a belly is not a bad thing, I am a firm believer that despite fashion, it is not a good idea to expose your belly if your belly rolls on its own. So, a week or so later I am sitting on my couch with a salad bowl of pasta (not the single serving salad bowls, the big ones in which you make the salad) eating away and feeling this pain growing in my stomach as I stretch it out to maximum capacity, when it occurs to me - what am I doing?

It is now 12 months later. I no longer eat pasta or bread and ice cream has, for the most part, become a fond memory. I know where the produce aisle is in the grocery store and while most of the time I still walk quickly through without stopping, occasionally I will pick up some fruits and vegetables. I enjoy walking and actually seek opportunities to be active, especially when I am stressed. And, my drivers license shows the correct weight for the first time ever.

The most important thing that I have learned is that life is about choices. This is my one life to spend. I can choose who I am going to be and how I am going to approach each aspect of life. .

yes virgina, there is summer in seattle

2005-07-25T15:20:00.000-07:00

One day in the middle of April, after 180 straight days of rain and at the point in which I am convinced there has never been a day in which the sun actually made an appearance in Seattle, I will look at this photo and hopefully remember ... ahh yes, summer does eventually arrive in Seattle and when it does it is marvelous!

bessie's secret

2005-07-24T11:02:00.000-07:00

lingerie for cows ...