Monday, October 30, 2006


Thanks to all of you who emailed or commented or whatnot after my post on Saturday. I really appreciate it. It makes a difference to know that people care.

We're no closer, as far as I can tell, to Brett having a job, but he has one part-time temp thing lined up for tomorrow so that is better than nothing, I suppose. I just need to keep reminding myself to have faith and to trust that God will provide the perfect thing at the perfect time.

I have a lot to do so this is going to be short. I'll try to post more later.

Saturday, October 28, 2006


That title? Yeah, that's me, screaming.

I think. I am going. To lose it.

The people upstairs are so effing loud right now; the baby is just screaming and the mom is yelling and there is thumping and bumping and banging.

Brett still doesn't have a job after being here for five months.

Consequently, we have no money.

I have no baking soda to make the cake I want to make and no money to go buy any.

For some reason, Brett hasn't slept in two nights. I'm worried about him.

And, on top of it all, Brett just called to say his moped seized up and he is stranded in West Seattle. No one is around who can go pick him up, and now he has no form of transportation and we have no money to fix his bike.

I think I'll go cry.

*edited to add* I did not, in fact, go cry, although I seriously thought about it. Brett made it home a little while later. He was, thankfully, able to get in touch with a friend who went and picked him up. His bike does need some work before it can be ridden again, unfortunately, but it's not as bad as it could have been, even if it will mean spending money we don't really have.

We actually had a great evening at our friend Bree's Happy Fall to one and all party, where I laughed so hard I thought I was going to choke...but that was only because everyone had dared me to stick an entire popcorn ball in my mouth, and I actually tried it, which was completely absurd. (No, I hadn't even had anything to drink -- I'm just that weird.) It was hilarious. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Follow that up with a lovely, chilly, fall-y, leafy walk home with Brett, and you've got yourself a good evening. Now I am going to go to bed and read and knit...a better end than beginning to the day, that's for sure.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

turn that frown upside down!

This morning, I was feeling really grumpy. (Gah. Hormones! Haaate them.) Anyway. Everything was pissing me off and I was just in a generally negative mood.

Until a few minutes ago, that is.

My dear friend Carolyn just emailed to tell me that she had gotten a call offering her what is essentially her dream job, being an English teacher! She had interviewed almost two weeks ago, and hadn't heard. They had said they would be letting everyone know right away, and of course, when she hadn't heard, we assumed the worst. It was really disappointing, because Carolyn would be a fantastic teacher.

So when the call came this morning and she emailed to let me know, I wished I were there to jump up and down and squeal and wave my hands around with her in a really undiginfied, girly way. ;p

I am so excited for her and so happy for her, you'd think that I had just gotten my dream job!

I can't believe how much her news has lifted my spirits. I can't stop smiling now! I guess it's a good reminder of how friends are supposed to be -- sticking together in the bad, and rejoicing together in the good.

Anyway -- all this to say a jillion, billion, zillion congratulations to Carolyn!

Monday, October 09, 2006

pantyhose = torture (a poem)

These pantyhose suck
They are way, way too tight
I should never have bought
The cheap ones that night

Instead of five dollars
I only spent two
And that was a mistake
Let me tell you

The ones that cost more
(Although they're still bad)
Are so so much better
Than these -- they're making me mad

These hose are all loose
Except in the waist
And there a most horrible
Thing’s taken place

The waistband is tight,
Tight like a vise
It’s cutting into my chub
It’s really not nice

It may sound quite dirty
But it’s not I assure
I want to rip these hose off
Though it’s not too demure

At least then they would not
Be slicing me in twain
With their tight nylon band
They’re driving me insane!

Can we please damn the person
Who made these required?
Or at least make him wear them
And be so miserably attired.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

disjointed random thoughts

It's been way too long since I have posted.

I guess the blogging thing, for me, goes through cycles of prolificness (prolicifity? I have no idea.) and through cycles of nothingness.

It would be nice, I guess, if I could get back into a cycle of posting regularly.

Life is just full, and in a good way. Work is busy, almost all the time. Something strange/random/exciting happens there almost every day. A huge flood of water suddenly pouring out of a urinal and down the freight elevator shaft one day, people having sex in a stairwell the next, and another day having a tenant call the fire department because of a "suspicious white powder" on the floor...that turned out to be baby powder.

Working in the office to manage a 50-story office building is crazy, and rarely dull.


Anyway, other than work, we're busy two nights a week, usually -- Mondays are Moped Monday, and Tuesdays are our church community group. Weekends have been fairly lazy lately, watching lots of Six Feet Under on DVD, sleeping in, and eating pudding. (Mmmm...pudding.)


I can remember a couple of times we were back in Maine, and we would say to one another, "Won't it be so cool when we're back in Seattle, and we can just hop on our mopeds and ride to Gordito's [our favorite Mexican restaurant]?"

We did just that on Friday night. As we were standing in line ordering, I said to Brett, "Man, we're really living the dream here, aren't we?"

He laughed and said, "Yeah, we really are."

Sometimes, I still can't get over the fact that we are back for good.


We went down to Portland last weekend for my nephew Zachary's sixth birthday. I cannot believe he is six already! It seems like just yesterday he was born, a small, red little thing whose umbilical cord I got to cut. He is a kid now, a real boy, challenging and roughousing and going non-stop from sunup to sundown. It's so much fun to hang out with him and my three-year-old niece Adeline. They are both hilarious and fun and smart. They make me laugh and tear up sometimes and make me want kids of my own to be with.


I made twice-baked potatoes for dinner tonight. Ohhh man, what a decadent treat. Filled with butter and milk and chives and roasted garlic and Tillamook cheddar cheese, these things are so. flipping. good. And yet, I don't even want to think about how much fat and how many calories were in the two I ate.


I really want to / need to lose some weight. It's not that I look fat or anything, but I just feel icky. It's so hard, though. (See above for a case in point.) I just like to eat and I hate to exercise. That combination, plus the fact that it seems as though turning 25 made my metabolism slow to a crawl, makes it really hard to lose any weight.


Anyway. This is, like, the most disjointed post ever. I don't really have a ton more to is good, and busy, and full of friends and mopeds and work that I enjoy and church and God and good food. It's nice.

I should go to bed now. It's late, and I'm sleepy. I hope you'll forgive the disjointed-ness of the post. I really felt like I should update, even if it had no clear point or direction and was probably duller than dirt.