Not Even Kidding

When I saw these cats I couldn't help but post them on the bathroom door.



I may never grow up.

Pride of the Family

Chances are you've heard the Mexican "call". But did you know it is a coveted holler that earns you major points at a family party? This is our friend Joey giving us a little demonstration the other night in the car. Arriba!

From My Grandmother"s Desk

Hope everyone had/ is having a wonderful holiday. Are you out shopping right now?
I'm too old for all the Black Friday festivities. The crowds stress me out. Erik and I are off to a wedding this afternoon (umm...ya. A wedding. On the one day of the year I am least likely to want to squeeze myself into a cocktail dress-but I will do it- for the sake of love),
then we'll rush home to catch up on football.
I'll be wearing my biggest pair of sweats.

Postcards circa 1940s:

Just Leave Your Tip on a Starbucks Card

trust

Hi-Ya!

Well now that that's taken care of...
Is it strange that I find web editing extrememly relaxing?
Yes it is. I'll just answer that one for you.

Off to a Seattle Metropolitan Orchestra concert (to see Erik) then off to watch the UFC Ortiz v Griffen with "the guys".

"No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide." Name that book.

p.s. in no way am I trying to connect this photo with UFC fighting. I just thought it was a cool pic. so sue me :)

Y'all...

I did a bad, bad thing.
I went and messed with my blog header and..well...you've seen the ramifications of my actions. I'm not proud of what I've done, but I've got some short ribs in the oven and if I don't get to the grocery store before the morning rolls around...let's just say bad things will happen.

(Coffee is a staple around here.)

(Coffee and cheese.)

So stay tuned.

Bear with me!

Or just gag when you see my site.
I'm open to all forms of expression here.

It's Waining a Wot Here Today

How to Go From Friday to Sunday: Reed Style

Do Not Disturb

I Smell a Burning Clutch...

Welcome to downtown-driving with Jamie.
Why sir? Why must you pull up behind me and leave nothing but a quarter of an inch between us? If this hill was any steeper my car would flip over backwards!
Is this a game to you people?

I had to escape.

So I dropped off my sexy husband at his show (he is going to be so mad at me for writing that, but sorry honey, it's true) and headed to the Eastside for a home-cooked meal. Parking spaces as far as the eye can see- and all of it was free.

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Tomorrow is a long time.