Nearly every morning of my childhood, my mother would slowwwwwly turn the doorknob to my room, gently opening the door to reveal her hair in some state of curling or teasing, and sing-song, "daylight in the swwaaaaamp!" Usually, my cat would climb up on the bed soonafter and my mother would retreat, letting the daylight in my swamp really set in and wake me up to start the day.
In my swamp.
Lost? Well, that look on your face is the one I've been encountering since I was old enough to share this story with friends who had no idea what I was talking about.
But it's daylight in the swamp, nonetheless.
I am with coffee, sitting in the sunshine in my kitchen, thinking about going to the zoo today with Amber and Emma, and thoroughly thrilled. There's some snow still on the ground, the skies are blue, and it's gonna be gorgeous. It's one of those activities, with the exact right people, that fills your heart with anticipation and joy. Nowehere along the way is there risk of disenchantment- no threat of rain as far as the eye can see, unadulterated time, and the zoo. All signs point to "fun".
I just felt like letting the blog world know that today. It's gonna be great and full of joy. There will be skipping, giggling, pointing, and pictures.
And I'm sure Emma will have fun, too. ;)
February 25, 2011
February 22, 2011
More than whelmed.
As I have focused on this new project of mine, I have become increasingly anxious about the "right" decisions. Sometimes, this world we live in gives us too many options. If we just kept it simple, I'm sure high blood pressure stats would just plummet for sure.
This is not just fun and games anymore, friends. This is business. Actually. That means Big Girl Choices.
I'll just say this- don't be surprised to find this blog completely remodeled in the near future. It's like clothes- even if you don't want it, the fact that your mom or friend has it means it is not really gone and you could even get it back if you wanted to.
It's like that.
This is not just fun and games anymore, friends. This is business. Actually. That means Big Girl Choices.
I'll just say this- don't be surprised to find this blog completely remodeled in the near future. It's like clothes- even if you don't want it, the fact that your mom or friend has it means it is not really gone and you could even get it back if you wanted to.
It's like that.
February 21, 2011
For Hire
Sample deal #1 is $25 ($50 value) at Shiro's Sushi in Belltown.
If the Pacific Northwest has anything worthwhile to offer besides mountains, coffee, and a competitive market for fleece, the region of green can shamelessly boast of its fresh fish. That is where Shiro Kashiba comes in. Daily visiting secret seafood suppliers, Chef Shiro prepares the freshest of fresh sushi in Seattle. Experience the sashimi those restaurant guides are talking about for $25 at Shiro’s Sushi in Belltown.
For a $50 value, Shiro’s rich menu will have locals praising their proximity to a port and raving as Chef Shiro himself prepares sushi dreams-on-a-plate right before their eyes. Given that he is also no stranger to dishing it up for emperors and famous athletes alike, expect only the best from this treasure of Belltown.
Grab a seat early and settle in for the smelt that practically went from the sea to your plate. Just don’t ask the Chef where he got it- those knives are sharp.
Sample deal #2 is a $2 evening movie ticket (valued at $12) at Big Picture Theater in Belltown.
Not since Mom and Dad were watching Starsky & Hutch and dry cleaning their polyester did going to the movies cost less than paying to park. With that in mind, sit back in a lavish rocker seat and enjoy a must-see feature for $2 at Belltowns’s Big Picture Theater. With tickets regularly valued at $12, the question is simple. Can you dig it?
Offering a full bar and signature Champagne popcorn, this movie experience will end the days of strip mall cinema and begin a new Friday night tradition. Guests must be 21 and older, allowing their professional staff to treat you like a member of The Mod Squad when delivering your cocktail right to your seat. Don’t forget to arrive early enough to enjoy the richly decorated, comfortable setting and pick the perfect stadium seat. Hint- the first row offers foot rests to kick up those platform shoes.
No small measures were taken to assure a full event while viewing the latest four-star film. After an evening that rivals a scene from, well, a movie, date night will never be the same. Far out.
If the Pacific Northwest has anything worthwhile to offer besides mountains, coffee, and a competitive market for fleece, the region of green can shamelessly boast of its fresh fish. That is where Shiro Kashiba comes in. Daily visiting secret seafood suppliers, Chef Shiro prepares the freshest of fresh sushi in Seattle. Experience the sashimi those restaurant guides are talking about for $25 at Shiro’s Sushi in Belltown.
For a $50 value, Shiro’s rich menu will have locals praising their proximity to a port and raving as Chef Shiro himself prepares sushi dreams-on-a-plate right before their eyes. Given that he is also no stranger to dishing it up for emperors and famous athletes alike, expect only the best from this treasure of Belltown.
Grab a seat early and settle in for the smelt that practically went from the sea to your plate. Just don’t ask the Chef where he got it- those knives are sharp.
Sample deal #2 is a $2 evening movie ticket (valued at $12) at Big Picture Theater in Belltown.
Not since Mom and Dad were watching Starsky & Hutch and dry cleaning their polyester did going to the movies cost less than paying to park. With that in mind, sit back in a lavish rocker seat and enjoy a must-see feature for $2 at Belltowns’s Big Picture Theater. With tickets regularly valued at $12, the question is simple. Can you dig it?
Offering a full bar and signature Champagne popcorn, this movie experience will end the days of strip mall cinema and begin a new Friday night tradition. Guests must be 21 and older, allowing their professional staff to treat you like a member of The Mod Squad when delivering your cocktail right to your seat. Don’t forget to arrive early enough to enjoy the richly decorated, comfortable setting and pick the perfect stadium seat. Hint- the first row offers foot rests to kick up those platform shoes.
No small measures were taken to assure a full event while viewing the latest four-star film. After an evening that rivals a scene from, well, a movie, date night will never be the same. Far out.
February 17, 2011
Feeling BLUE
Friends, great news- it's a boy! The Larsons have a little guy on the way and all I can say is...I had a feeling.
Ryan, don't worry. I'm sure little Onyx isn't going to give you any trouble. It's the first-born brothers that are cunning, stubborn, malicious buggers.
You'll be fine. ;)
Ryan, don't worry. I'm sure little Onyx isn't going to give you any trouble. It's the first-born brothers that are cunning, stubborn, malicious buggers.
You'll be fine. ;)
February 9, 2011
A little bit of German town
As brownies bake (don't worry- the $0.99 kind, nothing homemade...I mean, come on), I thought I would mention what fun Kenny and I had in Leavenworth this last weekend.
Yes, we "took a weekend" like we've been doing it for years. Well, that's not true.
Maybe, just maybe, every other minute or so we stopped to exclaim, "This is NOT normal" or "I am your wife. Isn't that CRAZY?" But other than that- we were pros. Walking around, dining, taking pictures, buying hats, sampling olive oil, etc.
I would just like to say that, out of our little cocoon on 88th, it felt more real to be married. We had planned our trip, decided how to spend our time, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Outside of the honeymoon which, let's be honest, is more terrifying than anything else (I mean that in the best way possible, of course- in the suddenly-I'm-flying-away-for-two-weeks-with-this-person-and-changing-my-name sort of way) we haven't tested this new marriage out and given it wings.
Now we have. Bavarian wings, if you will.
And it was good. :)
Yes, we "took a weekend" like we've been doing it for years. Well, that's not true.
Maybe, just maybe, every other minute or so we stopped to exclaim, "This is NOT normal" or "I am your wife. Isn't that CRAZY?" But other than that- we were pros. Walking around, dining, taking pictures, buying hats, sampling olive oil, etc.
I would just like to say that, out of our little cocoon on 88th, it felt more real to be married. We had planned our trip, decided how to spend our time, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Outside of the honeymoon which, let's be honest, is more terrifying than anything else (I mean that in the best way possible, of course- in the suddenly-I'm-flying-away-for-two-weeks-with-this-person-and-changing-my-name sort of way) we haven't tested this new marriage out and given it wings.
Now we have. Bavarian wings, if you will.
And it was good. :)
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February 1, 2011
keep up
First, I'd like to say that onions will be the death of me. They're like my kryptonite- if anyone wants to take my purse or steal my car, forget gunpoint. Put an open onion in my face. I will become immediately incapacitated. Cutting one up means instantaneous blindness and consequently operating a knife with my eyes closed. Not good.
Remedy?
Sticking my head in a freezer.
This works. I promise. I'm not just trying to get you to stick your head in the freezer like a fool.
Secondly, I have become increasingly domestic as of late (hence the onion story). Yesterday it was meatloaf and mashed potatoes and today it's the Crock Pot. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Some days it's delightful. I've never been much of a cook (*collective gasp*), but it's nice when we've planned a menu and I have the time to screw it up and make it right again (this requires absolutely no one in the kitchen but yours truly, with no witnesses and no judgement as I do things wrong, i.e. "my way").
Then there are other days where I am chopping away, say at 3pm because it's for the Crock Pot and when it's for the Crock Pot it needs to sit for four hours, and I stop to think, "other people are working right now. Other mature, successful, non-stay-at-home-moms, are unable to chop for the Crock Pot because they are working. Hm." And suddenly the romance is gone.
But dinner's gotta get done. Someone in this family has to bring home the bacon and someone's gotta cook it.
Thirdly, Kenny and I went on quite the adventure Saturday night. Barring our recent Dairy Queen Escapade, we aren't exactly "spontaneous." But we got bees in our bonnets and decided that we wanted Olive Garden and to watch Mary Poppins. This meant Lynnwood and, well, finding Mary Poppins. Let's just say that after selling some of our old VHS movies at Half Price Books for a grand total of $3.25, searching their kid's movies, calling another store, and finally just heading to Olive Garden in defeat, we spotted a Goodwill and gave it a shot. Well, I stood in line with a buzzer (who knew the Garden was the place to BE?) while Kenny ran to Goodwill.
Note: Kenny was wearing the glorious boat shoes I gave him for an 80's party and haven't let him throw out. They are hysterical. I die every time he wears them, which is usually his point. And it's raining outside. And Goodwill is a distance. He ran, in the boat shoes, in the rain.
He came back with Mary Poppins, purchased for $0.54 on VHS, and I believe we jumped up and down in celebration in the lobby of the packed Olive Garden.
We fit right in.
So that was our Saturday night. It was bliss.
That's all, folks. Just some thoughts. :)
Remedy?
Sticking my head in a freezer.
This works. I promise. I'm not just trying to get you to stick your head in the freezer like a fool.
Secondly, I have become increasingly domestic as of late (hence the onion story). Yesterday it was meatloaf and mashed potatoes and today it's the Crock Pot. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Some days it's delightful. I've never been much of a cook (*collective gasp*), but it's nice when we've planned a menu and I have the time to screw it up and make it right again (this requires absolutely no one in the kitchen but yours truly, with no witnesses and no judgement as I do things wrong, i.e. "my way").
Then there are other days where I am chopping away, say at 3pm because it's for the Crock Pot and when it's for the Crock Pot it needs to sit for four hours, and I stop to think, "other people are working right now. Other mature, successful, non-stay-at-home-moms, are unable to chop for the Crock Pot because they are working. Hm." And suddenly the romance is gone.
But dinner's gotta get done. Someone in this family has to bring home the bacon and someone's gotta cook it.
Thirdly, Kenny and I went on quite the adventure Saturday night. Barring our recent Dairy Queen Escapade, we aren't exactly "spontaneous." But we got bees in our bonnets and decided that we wanted Olive Garden and to watch Mary Poppins. This meant Lynnwood and, well, finding Mary Poppins. Let's just say that after selling some of our old VHS movies at Half Price Books for a grand total of $3.25, searching their kid's movies, calling another store, and finally just heading to Olive Garden in defeat, we spotted a Goodwill and gave it a shot. Well, I stood in line with a buzzer (who knew the Garden was the place to BE?) while Kenny ran to Goodwill.
Note: Kenny was wearing the glorious boat shoes I gave him for an 80's party and haven't let him throw out. They are hysterical. I die every time he wears them, which is usually his point. And it's raining outside. And Goodwill is a distance. He ran, in the boat shoes, in the rain.
He came back with Mary Poppins, purchased for $0.54 on VHS, and I believe we jumped up and down in celebration in the lobby of the packed Olive Garden.
We fit right in.
So that was our Saturday night. It was bliss.
That's all, folks. Just some thoughts. :)
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