What? No Flying Cars?

That’s right. We’re right smack-dab in the middle of the two decades that science fiction has focused on since the better half of last century. We live in amazing times all right–we’ve put a man on the moon, broken the sound barrier, and invented an amazing contraption that washes clothes at the touch of a button. Wowza.

My hope for the next ten years? That human rights would finally become a real issue where our most precious resource for the success of tomorrow will be recognized in unborn children.


You can’t take it with you, but I sure could use some

We spend so much of our lives working towards financial goals; paychecks, payments, or bills, that sometimes it’s easy to forget what we really want out of life. Yes, money is a means to an end, but the end usually isn’t worth the means. AJ and I were talking today about how the most rewarding things in life aren’t really what you get, but more about what you give–what you invest into the lives of others.

I don’t generally like New Year’s Resolutions. You make a list of all the things you wish you were doing that you aren’t–because you really don’t want to in the first place, and the end result is that you never do them–at least not for the whole year. However, I think it’s important to take stock of the coming year and think of all the things you would like to have done by this time next year. Here’s our list.

January: go sledding

February: cook only authentic ethnic food. week 1: Japanese. week 2: Indian. week 3: Greek. week 4: yet to be decided.

March: go on an overnight trip to one of the local islands (not Camano) for our half-anniversary.

April: sit at home with my feet up and try not to think of great amounts of mind-numbing impending pain.

May: Have a baby and go visit the icecaves.

June: go to the zoo.

July: go camping

August: go visit the coast/peninsula/rainforest.

September: run a 10k

October: take Violet fishing

November: go to a concert

December: Baby’s first Christmas!

See, that wasn’t hard. We like adventure and fun. We’ve done this before, and the nice thing about having something for every month, is that you put it on the calendar and schedule it in as an event. Of course we also have the gotta-do, want-to-do, but just-too-lazy-to-do’s like working out and stuff. We will of course be continuing the cheese-of-the-month deal because it was awesome and the world of cheese is too big to stop now. If you would like to join, you may pay us $100 a month, or just go to the grocery store and try out a new kind of cheese every month. We also like reading novels in bed at night. There’s something quite enjoyable about putting Violet to sleep and getting under the covers to delve into our latest page-turner together.

Anyway, my point is this: life goes by. At the end of this year, you will have spent a considerable portion of it working for money. Make Life a priority this year and find new ways to connect with people.


This Ain’t My First Rodeo

I just decided I completely love that phrase. There’s just enough red-neck about it to be real life. Just enough dirt around the collar to let you know it works.

Reasons why two cats are better than one:

  1. they tag-team to entertain Violet.
  2. if one dies, I’ve still got the other.
  3. cats like company.
  4. double the trouble–double the fun.

basically, i still think this whole cat thing was a fantastic idea. last time we got a cat, he had two major strikes against him: never been outside, never seen another cat once he left his litter. Translation: he got his little orange tabby butt kicked by the neighborhood cats and wasted away from sheer lack of know-how. No, he didn’t die–I got rid of him. Charlie and Lola were born and raised outside, although you wouldn’t know it be the way they cry outside the door when we get up.


Final Jeopardy

Here it is people:

Who are the better drivers, men or women?

Everyone has their own anecdotal evidence and personal experience behind this one. For example, in a typical argument with my brother, I would suggest that women are better drivers because they take less risks and are more likely to drive the speed limit. Of course, there are exceptions to every rule, but as a general whole–I think this applies to most women. My brother on the other hand, would say that men are better drivers because they take more risks, making them more likely to be more skilled in general vehicular manipulation. whatever.


Riddle me this…

1 afternoon in a gravel pit


4 men


10 guns.

really? all ten?

to be more exact, it was;

3 12-gauge shotguns

1 .22 rifle

3 9mm pistols

2 .22 pistols

1 m-1 garand

Which, when I think about it in those terms, reminds me a whole lot of this:

Twelve-pack of Bud

Eleven Wrastling tickets

Ten o’ Copenhagen

Nine years probation

Eight table dancers

Seven packs of Redman

Six cans of Spam

Five flannel shirts

Four big mud tires

Three shotgun shells

Two hunting dogs

… And some parts to a Mustang GT

In case you haven’t caught on yet, that was the redneck version of the 12 days of Christmas.

*Tap, Tap* “Is this thing on?”


So, maybe I’ve blogged about this before, but has anyone else noticed how teriyaki places are just not open on Sundays? Why? Why is there no teriyaki place within dirving distance of where I live that is open on a Sunday? Do they not understand I’m pregnant?

Here's a picture of the cats and Violet. Charlie is the shorthaired one. 

preview and correction

Apparently I spoke too soon. Charlie did not actually run away after all. It seems he got sick of his sister coming in for food and warmth all the time and finally got tired of just watching. His previous owners told us that he was an expert mouser who frequently treed raccoons, so I wasn’t too worried about him. He came crying to the door just after Lola came in for the evening and after exploring the whole house and eating, he settled down on the piano keys for a nap. no, we did not name them. yes, we got them on craigslist–where else do you get stuff besides target and costco anymore?

Also, here is a picture from our Christmas Eve, where we still get together with everyone on my Dad’s side of the family. This picture only shows about a quarter of the fun during present time where we all exchange gifts secret-santa-style.


Miracles do happen!

That’s right–Violet got a kitty for Christmas. Actually she got two, but one of them ran away as soon as we got home, so…

Anyway, here is a picture of Violet and Lola this morning.

Violet LOVES Lola.

Have I mentioned that Lola loves Violet right back?

Merry Christmas everyone!