Ozone

for 44 points.  My highest scoring word of the night, of which Shelly won both games.  (Ego boost)

Game night was a blast as usual.  However we are all old and tired or tired and old or need to do these on Saturday afternoons instead.  Still four hours of visiting, two games of scrabble, one bottle of wine, laughing and a crazy rainy drive home of which I hydroplaned when going through a huge puddle of standing water on 509 that I did not see in the dark.

I don’t have the final scores, lets just say Shelly won and did a good job.  She rarely took any time at all when the other two could have napped while Diane and I both had our turns.

Guest Blog

Guys: How to Ensure You Stay Single

1. Court a woman online and ask her to dinner.
2. During the date, express absolutely no interest in her except as a sounding board for three hours of your musings on your ex-wife, child, and the dissolution of your marriage. Do not ask the woman anything about herself.
3. Ignore all subtle and not-so-subtle cues that the woman has had enough and would like to conclude the date.
4. Awkwardly try to add up what you owe and she owes on the bill. When she graciously saves your sorry ass by suggesting you split it 50/50, agree even though your share was about $15 more.
5. Suggest you both go out again, and then leave her standing on the street in the dark by herself. Do not walk her to her car.
6. Send the woman an email sharing the details of your last few days caring for a sick child. Describe the child’s symptoms, including diarrhea.
7. Conclude the email by saying how much you enjoyed meeting the woman and learning more about her, and tell her you’ve met someone else you want to pursue.

By:  Haddie Nufoflosers

dark

At least heading to bed at 8pm isn’t as difficult as last month because it is mighty dark out there.  I have to be in to work at 4am tomorrow and 3am on Friday so there are some early to bed and alarms being set for 2:30 and 2:00 am.  GAH!  Still trying to figure out how to fit in Greys Anatomy tomorrow night.

I got home tonight and took Missy for a walk, although we jogged and walked and jogged and stopped to PUP and walked I realized that it was already getting dark and in just over a week we fall back to standard time and it will be darker earlier in the evening and our ‘joggle’ is going to be more difficult to fit in.  I suppose I could put her in the truck and drive to a neighborhood with sidewalks and walk there.  It’s just not safe in my neighborhood, we nearly get hit when its light out and even with my headlamp on when walking or running myself Missy is jet black and hard to see.

Well lets just say I was talking to Missy about the light on our walk because in reality I was talking to myself and realized I was talking out loud and I then said (out loud) I’m turning into grandma Jennie.

—-insert non sequitur here—

I don’t think of myself as all that old.  We are getting there, the gray hair, hot flashes and hormonal surges are physical proof I can’t escape.  But in my head I’m not that old and sometimes the realization is just jarring.

Like today when I saw a picture of someone on the internet a young (but legal) someone and though D-a-a-a-m-n  followed up by um, he’s young enough to be your child.  God help me from turning into one of those old ladies who still dresses and acts like she is 25 (and believes it.)

Off to bed I go like a little old lady, or kindergartener, whichever.

Obsession: Cake version

Katherine and I went to a movie on Saturday, Love Happens staring Jennifer Anniston, Aaron Eckhart and some other peeps.  The movie was good, predictable, and being from Seattle inconsistent.  Nothing anyone who isn’t from here would even know. Like heading south on the viaduct and filming from above the bus is actually heading North.  (Because South is the lower level and yea filming that, not so spectacular)  They also hit lots of tourist attractions in a manner that they would be lined up or at least in the same vicinity, the Fremont Troll is not next to Lake View cemetery up at volunteer park where the “Lee” men are buried.  However it was enjoyable.

We then hit Juno (Urban Casual Restaurant according to the website) in the Arctic hotel for dinner as Katherine had a gift certificate that expires next month.  We first went up to check out the “Poler Bar” and there was such a huge number of people there for a wedding reception we joked about crashing their party.  We ended up sitting at the bar in the nearly empty Juno restaurant and had a laid back lovely dinner.

While still upstairs however we wondered past the reception area for the wedding and there in the center of the room on a table was the wedding cake.  I said aloud, I wonder if they would let me look at the cake.  An employee of the hotel (I assume) said go on in take a look.  I did not hesitate.  It was a cute cake.  Little silver chickens (?) maybe on top.  I couldn’t tell without touching it if it was fondant or a really spectacular job of butter cream icing.

But I did of course snap a picture with my cell. (No I didn’t touch it)