Sunday, October 04, 2015

Welcome to the Fall Classic

A huge car race in Eastern Washington that D is racing in.
We arrived Friday night and got to the race track at 6:45 a.m. on Saturday morning.
There is a lot of down time till all of the sudden they are calling for you to line up and then it's crazy.

D racing is incredibly nerve-wracking for me.

I never go in the stands to watch because when fans cheer at wrecks it sends me over the edge.

The words you never want to here is 'a car hit the wall, I didn't see D drive thru'

Want to see me run? Say that. I hurdled and wove my way to the front stretch then I saw him pull in the pit area.

He races.
I knit.
We support each other's hobbies.
And while I do help him on the car, I won't let him help with the knitting.

Here's to a safe race today. Thank goodness I have plenty of yarn for the downtime...

Friday, September 25, 2015

The Whirlwind of Life

End of August we flew home to Minnesota for a long visit with my family and friends.

We hit the Minnesota State Fair, mom and I ate a slew of fried cheese curds and shared some beers. Dale branched out and tried some other offerings, but not wanting a stomach ache, I stuck to cheese curds, beer, and dole fruit whips (delicious).

It was hot while we were home. So hot and humid that when I took my camera out for pictures it always fogged up...

The trip was awesome.

It was great to be with my mom, G, my younger brother and his family.

It was great to see my best friend for over 20 years now.

Then we came home.
Said good bye to our Gabby.

Then I was off again for a conference in Las Vegas.

Dale flew down at the end of the conference for the weekend.

Vegas is exhausting.
However I did learn a few things of what I would do better next time.

1. choose a hotel with an awesome pool and an awesome theme like New York New York or Paris, or Mandalay Bay.

2. I would stay by the pool all day.

3. I would hit the town at night. I saw Vegas during the day and at night and the nighttime is way better.

4. I would make sure my Fitbit is secure before venturing out. Someone has nice FitBit Charge that they found between New York New York and Aria... I hope you like it. It's served me well for 8 months.

5. Don't fly out in the evening. You hit that weird limbo period where you have to check out of your hotel but can't really check in at the airport for your flight yet. We stored our luggage with the Bell Hop and walked around a bit more but we were done and that was very clear. So, that's my biggest advice. Fly out early the day you are scheduled to leave. Don't hang in limbo land like we did.


It's been a crazy three weeks.
I do have a couple knitting updates and a finished object to share with you next week.

Happy Friday.

This is how I roller coaster. It doesn't matter what kind of roller coaster. This is how I do it.

Sunday, September 13, 2015


I've been thinking about the word 'community' a lot this week.

With the passing of Gabby I realized that I have a very large, loving, and supportive community. Not only in our cul-de-sac, my office, and our friends, but also on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.

I share so much of my dogs lives on social media and the outpouring of support & love when we made the decision to let Gabby go was intense and amazing.

In this age of cellphones, laptops, iPads, net books, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram etc., our community has grown beyond definable borders and become Worldly as well as neighborly.

We miss our girl so much but reading comments, emails, tweets, texts, and hearing voicemails have eased a little bit of the hurt.

Thank you everyone for the kind words, the love, and the 'community'.

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

Dear Gabby...

You came into our world at 8 months old.
The sweetest little Boxer girl who's only concerns were, football, loving up D & I, and food in your bowl.

Remember the time you had tuna salad the first time? I do. You checked your food bowl four times to see if you'd missed any. It has never been shinier.

Remember that Christmas Eve you got a new football? You were so happy about it you brought it bed that night.

Your rescue story promised you'd return all love given to you tenfold.

The amount of love, joy, laughter, and amusement can't be summed up.

We had some rough times.

You ate a nylon and had to have emergency surgery after your 1st birthday.

Later that summer you decided to eat every single cherry that had dropped in the yard. I don't think Mr. Brown has forgiven you for that blowout yet.

Two torn acl's, two broken toes, a mild concussion, a bleeding ear that turned our house in to a crime scene, a bloody toenail that made the floors look like we had dragged tiny bleeding bodies everywhere.

We wouldn't change a moment.

You tattle on your brother when he's being stupid.
You care so much about D that instead of waking him to let you out you come get me.

Your love of popcorn knows no bounds.

The past two years have been rough, sleepless nights and worrisome days, so many trips to the vet, but you've been happy and loving and playful through all of it.

I'm sorry your body quit before your spirit.

Today is your last day with us.

Today sucks for us but we know you'll be in a better place where you can run, snuggle with babies, catch countless footballs and see all your friends who went before you.

We will miss you Bebe Girl.
We had 11 years with your sweet sweet soul.
You touched many people and were loved by everyone.

Me & D.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

In Honor

If National Dog Day... My babies thru the years. In the top left is our first Boxer Girl Bailey. She's the reason I love Boxers today.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

The Season

Growing up my grandparents would come visit us in the summer.

Usually when blackberries were in season.

Mom would head off to work and Grandma would wrangle us together we'd head off to pick blackberries.

I remember seeing her climb a slope and diving into a blackberry thicket giddy as a school girl.

We'd pick bucketfuls of fat ripe berries.
Suffer pricked fingers, torn clothes, and thorn gashes of which I still have a few scars to this day.

She'd freeze them.
Make freezer jam.
Best of all though...

She'd make blackberry pie.

As much as I hate picking blackberries to this day, something inside me said, 'get your ass out there and pick some berries for your grandma'

Not nearly enough for a pie.
Definitely enough for my breakfast bowl tomorrow and maybe a couple sneaky handfuls for me and the dogs.

The heat, the smell of fresh berries, the bleeding fingertip, are totally worth it.

It reminds me of my grandma.
And I loved her so very much.

Happy Sunday

Friday, August 14, 2015

Married Life

D won a helmet, years and years ago.
Way before I knew him.
It's a helmet that demands to be worn. 


It's a great helmet.
I like to slap it on my head and then sneak up on D.
It makes him laugh.
It makes me laugh, which makes the sneaking harder.
I've pulled into the driveway and see D open the garage door standing there wearing the helmet and I giggle uncontrollably in the car.

Want to guarantee a smile? Put this helmet on and wiggle your eyebrows. It's a laugh-fest. 

My neighbors have all seen me running around the outside of our house wearing this looking for D. 

This helmet is a winner.

Thursday, August 06, 2015

Dear Neon Beast,

Where do I begin?
I remember the minute I saw you after Veera Valimaki posted the pattern.
I was in love.
How could I not be?
Stripes, clever short row shaping, big bold blocks of color.
Not to mention neon. 

I knew immediately that I had to make you.
I had to make you asap.
I knew what yarn I needed.
Nothing would do but to make you in the Purl Soho Line Weight Merino in Super Pink, Yellow Yellow and Oyster.

Mom traveled to New York.
I begged (not very hard) her to go and buy the yarn for me at the Purl Soho shop.
A week later it arrived.
I didn't start you right away.
I couldn't you see, I had a few other things on the needles, a two week vacation to Hawaii on the horizon that needed packing, and two dogs that needed to get booked into a kennel.

When we got home though, I wound up all three beautiful skeins, packed you in my weekend bag and off we went for a weekend in Leavenworth where I finally cast you on.

We worked well together thru the fall.

We went to Langley together to the knitting retreat.

Lots of people touched you.
Said how beautiful you were.
You are beautiful. You are soft. You have just a hint of a halo.

You are perfection.

I can't really explain what happened after that.
The holiday's most likely.
You got set aside, zipped up in your own little bag and tucked away.
I could see you, over there in the project bowl.
Patiently waiting for me to come back to you, maybe sending out little vibes of guilt.
'Why would you set me aside? We're so close to being done'

Then the MochiMochi Snowman Garland happened.
More projects happened.
Yet there you sat. Patiently.
Getting shoved aside as I looked for something I needed for another project.

You suffered the injustice of having to giving up your needles so I could use them on another project.
Which is beautiful as well.
The two of you will look wonderful this fall, winter, next spring.

I finished the project that I stole your needles for and have been restless for another project.
I've cast one a dozen things,
Picked up a dozen things that are in the works. and knit a bit on them.
I just felt nothing.

Then yesterday I saw you from across the room, waiting for me, in the project bowl.
I reclaimed your needles from the finished project.
Screwed them back on.
Told the dogs their dinner would have to wait. 
Figured out where we had left off and went to work.

grumpy dog obviously starving to death

Nothing but joy and happiness and the desire to knit on you thru the night.
Just the two of us.
Happily moving along towards the finish line.

You were so good.
So patient.

I'm sorry I abandoned you for so long.


Wednesday, August 05, 2015

Summer Summer Summer Time...

I grew up in the Pacific Northwest.
It wasn't until the summer I turned 16 that we moved to Minnesota.


One of the biggest things that happens in Seattle in the summer is SeaFair.
SeaFair has events all summer long culminating with the TorchLight Parade, the arrival of the US Navy Blue Angels and Hydroplane races on Lake Washington.

The past two years we've been taking 'Girlfriend' out on the water to watch the air show practice that includes; Marine helicopters, F22 Fighter Jets, the Thunderbirds, Big Bertha, and the Blue Angels, and a handful of other stunt planes flying all around.


Long hot days.
Jets roaring overhead.
Fantastic floats for lounging on the water.
Top Gun soundtrack queued up for the big show.
Boats everywhere. More boats than you'll ever see in one place on Lake Washington.

F22 & WWII Fighter Plane together

This happens the first weekend of August every year.
The Blue Angels arrival with Big Bertha their support plane is exciting as the circle Seattle letting us know they've arrived.
Practice begins on Thursday and continues on Friday and Saturday, with the main show happening on Sunday.
Big Bertha, the support plan, flies out before the Blue Angels arrive.
After Big Bertha does her bit, it gets quiet, people are watching. They know the Blue Angels are coming. Then you see them above the tree line heading towards downtown Seattle. They buzz the city and you lose them further up the lake. Then you spot them again, now they are across the lake flying over Bellevue in formation. 
Then right above Mercer Island you see them coming down towards you... 
My hand at this point is twitching above the play list wanting to time it just right. 
As soon as we see the smoke releasing I hit play and right when the opening notes of the anthem hit their peak all you hear is jet roaring over I-90. 

Seriously the best.
Queue up Top Gun Anthem as the Blue Angels roar over the I-90 bridge deck


 This isn't the end of summer but it's definitely the highlight of summer. Especially for those of us who grew up watching the Hydros and Blue Angels. 

I took over 600 pictures just on Friday. I still haven't gone thru all of them so be prepared you may wake up one morning to a blog full of fighter jets with no explanation... 
Happy Wednesday 

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