We took a walk around Greenlake today. Saw some familiar folks.

My mother is the kind of woman that never does anything half-assed. She knows more about life and relationships than anyone I've met and she isn't afraid to laugh at herself. Regularly.

She loves with ferocity and gives all of her heart. When I was 5 she moved the kitchen table and let me roller skate on the linoleum floor. When I was 13 she sat up at 3 in the morning and held me while I cried. When I was 17 she bought me seven cans of paint and some brushes and let me paint crazy designs all over my bedroom walls.

My mother has touched so many lives. Hundreds of people love her. She has many friends-some of which she met one day at the post office or on jury duty. She brings joy to our lives and reminds us that love is the greatest gift of all.

Happy Birthday Mom. I love you.

Es FRIDAYYY

"Hey / Put a smile on your face / Things are coming your way / Out there somewhere tonight"

Good Morning!

Coffee and Swedish Toast

Lutenica: tomato, bell pepper, onion, garlic, black pepper, vegetable oil, sugar, salt

Last night wast a very good night.
One day I'll put one our fresh new cuts up for you to enjoy.
But not today.

Thank you for the cards, text messages, comments and phone calls (and delicious cake :))) I love you all so much!

Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.

-Captain Hook

It's My Birthday Weekend

I'm not even going to lie-

birthdays were a huge deal growing up. Mom adorned the house with streamers and the "birthday banner" while I slept. The "birthday candle" was always burning on the counter when I went down for breakfast. On my sister's 21st she came home to find 21 boxes hidden around the house- all with 21 things inside (i.e. $21 giftcards, ) You get the drift. Well, I'm carrying on the tradition.

So far so good.
I got out of my meeting an hour early, no awkward drivers at the 5-way stop by our house, and freshly-baked cookies when I got home!
3 for 3!

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Tom Morello plays tonight at the Crocodile. Along with: Steve Earle, Wayne Kramer and the Blue Scholars. Profits benefit New Horizons Ministry (A church that serves homeless youth.) Only 15 bones.

*I took this photo at an alternative middle school in north Seattle. (It was Rage inspired.)

Haphazard Post Including Images From My Weekend

My grandmother's pin from the 1920's



The deer here aren't afraid of anything. Even me. I found this one chowing down on shrubs in the backyard. She looked up at me for a second aiming my camera at her, then went right back to eating.

Is there any better place than the library?

No. There is not.
Happy Monday

My mother was once asked (at the Alameda swap meet)
"Is that a tooth?"
"No." She replied. "It is an imperfect pearl."
Inherited from my great-aunt Rene.

So this afternoon the three of us (the 'tooth', my mother and I) set off for Fremont.
Destination: Dusty Strings.
In search of sheet music for my mother's new harp.

I shan't be pulling the levers there but I shall be a very good back-seat driver.
Margaret Thatcher