Saturday, August 29, 2009
It's so late...it might as well be an early morning wake up
Counting sheep does not work for the sleepless and apparently neither does staring at a computer screen.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
When the upper lip sweats
When you wake up and the upper lip is already sweating, that's when you know it'll be a hot one. Hot one, indeed. Hello Seattle at its finest hour! I woke up this morning and discovered that my duvet and I had engaged in quite the late night battle. I won. Duvet on floor.
I tuned into KEXP for my daily John in the Morning program (make a donation now! www.kexp.org) and learned that today is going to reach 88 degrees. Come again...?
Apparently Chris had learned the hard way. He was face down on his bed in jeans after what looked like the same kind of battle that I won last night. Comforter in corner. Being the sweet roommate that I am, I tried to spray him with my water bottle. His reaction was like that of a cat being scolded - except instead of hissing at me he used naughty words. I'm so, so sorry. No I'm not.
Like a love affair gone wrong, perhaps Seattle enjoyed its short tryst with spring, but is looking for something a little...hotter? A little lustier? In walks summer, the girl we all love to hate. Bring on the heat, the morning sweat, and of course the barbecues!
Annie, my Samstag sister for life!
Boy and Bike (wheel)
I tuned into KEXP for my daily John in the Morning program (make a donation now! www.kexp.org) and learned that today is going to reach 88 degrees. Come again...?
Apparently Chris had learned the hard way. He was face down on his bed in jeans after what looked like the same kind of battle that I won last night. Comforter in corner. Being the sweet roommate that I am, I tried to spray him with my water bottle. His reaction was like that of a cat being scolded - except instead of hissing at me he used naughty words. I'm so, so sorry. No I'm not.
Like a love affair gone wrong, perhaps Seattle enjoyed its short tryst with spring, but is looking for something a little...hotter? A little lustier? In walks summer, the girl we all love to hate. Bring on the heat, the morning sweat, and of course the barbecues!
A guest arrives to the veggie BBQ
Annie, my Samstag sister for life!
Boy and Bike (wheel)Monday, May 18, 2009
The Sunshine Cometh
Peaches. Oh my God the peaches. This weekend was, among other things, a celebration of the Pike Place Cheese Festival. But after wandering booth to booth devouring dairy in the hot sun, the palette requires something more - something a little less creamy. And stinky. At the request of my taste buds I mustered up enough bravery to "just try" a sample of a white peach from some town in Washington that I have never been to.
But my mouth didn't care. Sweet baby Jesus, this peach took me to heaven and back. Seven dollars later I was home bound with a brown paper bag of ecstasy. Sounds sketchy and illegal, but I swear it's natural, man. Anyway, I ate one peach right away (sorry everyone within a two foot splash zone), gave two away to the deserving, and saved the last for a rooftop picnic with a view of Mt. Rainer.
Seattle in spring. My utopia.
But my mouth didn't care. Sweet baby Jesus, this peach took me to heaven and back. Seven dollars later I was home bound with a brown paper bag of ecstasy. Sounds sketchy and illegal, but I swear it's natural, man. Anyway, I ate one peach right away (sorry everyone within a two foot splash zone), gave two away to the deserving, and saved the last for a rooftop picnic with a view of Mt. Rainer.
Seattle in spring. My utopia.
Hey there Olympics, I see you peeking.
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