Sculpture Park & more...

Jenny took me on a date to the Olympic Sculpture Park the other day.... lovely, cold, Seattle evening. :) We hadn't been, and even though I was crampy and bitchy, she took me out in public. That's love. We stayed until sunset, and then walked up to Cyclopse for some drinks and food. Jenny had the best Mahi Mahi tacos, and I got a green chili enchilada. The Thanksgiving holiday has turned us into compulsive eaters so we obviously ordered dessert. She had an underwhelming espresso creme brule, and I had a very fattening but tasty key lime tart. YUM.

We went shopping this weekend, and I decided to buy holiday-ish things, and have erected a pleseant artifical tree in our living room. Pictures of that to come...

PS. We heart the new digital camera.

Stuffed Turkey

No... not the actual turkey... ME. Oh My Goddess, we consumed so much food over the Thanksgiving holiday, it's rediculous. And for no good reason. It's MADNESS I tell you, madness. Just having a holiday dedicated to eating is awful. I have determined we consumed enough holiday food for the remainder of the year. So no "xmas" type meal for us. Maybe we'll make a salad bar at home.

We had not one but two dinners... one in W. Seattle with friends, and another the next night because Jenny felt we didn't have enough left overs. So, we went ahead and made a whole other meal. *belch*

And we STILL have left over food in our fridge. Nasty. Tasty, but nasty.

Just say no to greenbean casserole kids, it's bad news. Me + Jenny

Meal #1

Meal #2

Mrs. Potato Head

I've been overly productive today. I think I need to pace myself. This is basically the first break I've taken all day, aside from the 10 minutes I used to walk over to the cafeteria and get a salad. On the way back, I surprised myself and showed some restraint. I didn't go down stairs and join the circulation dept. in the Annual Potato Bake. It is one of the most beautiful, and fantastic events that happen here at work, and I had enough will power to walk away. I actually talked to my salad in the elevator "Keep going, just make it back to the desk and you can eat allllllll of this salad." Yum... belch. It was really good, and I know I would have felt like a blob of sour cream (ooooh sour cream...) had I eaten one of those hot, heavenly buttery baked potatos. Man, I'm pathetic.

But anyways, back to my over productivity. It was actually more like fixing a mistake that was part my fault, part someone else's fault, and could have been avoided if some other people weren't at fault too. Not to point fingers or anything. So I spent the better part of my day on and off the phone with New York, talking to agency reps trying to save my ass a $10k adjustment. In the end, I did. I salvaged the buy, and we got to keep our money (and some of our dignity) and the agency got what they paid for. Beers for everybody!! Oh, well, not yet I guess.

Rain, rain go away. Come again another day.

Maybe the rain could go away all together...

I hate getting up in the morning and walking to the bus in the rain. Cold and wet is no way to spend 30 minutes crammed like sardines in a bus. Actually, the bus was pretty empty and if I remember correctly (I'm tired and can't remember 6 hours ago - SAD), I sat alone today.

Our bus driver offered the most commentary I've ever had while on Metro transit. When I got on, it was "Good Morning. Transfer?" Then as others got on it was "Good Morning! It's a wet one!" Then it was, "Well folks it looks like we're about 30 seconds early for this stop." "Is it too cold back there?" And he felt the need to call out almost every stop along the route. Maybe he's bored? Jenny and I rode the bus downtown for the KEXP BBQ in August, and on the way back (around 10pm) we had this bus driver to would ramble off about 6-8 businesses at each stop, it was crazy. Apparently, he had only been doing the route for less than a year or so, and he is so bored at night he took the liberty of memorizing stuff at every stop along his route.

We had a bunch of bat shit crazy dogs at our house this weekend. By Sunday morning I was ready for them all to go home. Seven dogs vs. two people. It's easy to guess who went nuts first. I'm hoping that this week is a little quiet as we start or Thanksgiving holiday dog sitting the end of the week.

I'm totally underwhelmed by my blogging abilities today. Eh.

Bus Blues #2

I think I might start doing Bus Blues more often.

Today I was basically sandwiched between every undesirable male in Seattle.

Guy in front of me = Leather, bomber jacket + mullet (with tail gingerly tied with a rubber band)

Guy behind me = Incessent cougher + bad breath

Guy who decided to effing sit next to me = shaggy over grown hair + bad '80s Miami Vice clothes + some weird clear tool box with unidentifiable contents.

UGH... #5 to Downtown you are my own personal hell.

Bliggity Blog...

It's Wednesday, and my hair is wet. I think I need to bring a blow dryer to work with me. Wet hair is bad for Shannon for a number of reasons.

#1. My hair is super long, so wet, long hair easily resembles a mop. And its quite ugly and unattractive.

#2. My hair likes to retain water and gently drip on my shirt, creating more than one issue... wet shirt & I'm freezing.

#3. If I don't blow dry my hair right away, it gets frizzy, and wavy, and a little bit greasy. Like immediately.

I've been lucky enough to reconnect with some old friends recently. It's always nice when you can kind of pick up where you left off with people. No ill will, there was no real reason for the falling out of touch, it just happened. This reconnection has really made me look back at where I was in my life the last time we were together, and I have changed so much. I no longer carry baggage about my ex. My life has evolved far past that. I'm more secure with myself. And I do things for myself and my community. I think I've come out quite well actually.

Tonight, Jenny and I are going to an Island Dog benefit. If any of you didn't know already we adopted a dog from the Island of St. Martin a couple months ago. Sophie is a good puppy, and will turn into a great dog. The night should be a fun one with raffles, and music and BOOZE!!

Eh, nothing else to blog about I guess. OH EXCEPT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! .... PROP 1 was shot down last night at the polls. Thank God.