ahoj from slovakia

i'm just checking in to see if this blog still works. i was thinking that i'd like to start writing again and wondered if i remembered the passwords and how it works etc. so far, so good but we'll see..hooooold on!!

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or back to red?

oh no! i was just going to blog about my recent hair disasters (not for lack of something more interesting, but for lack of something more distressing) and it would seem that i've been left in the proverbial cyber dust. new blogger? help me out, lance. i was going to talk about change and lo and behold look what's happened. just out of curiosity i'm going to try and post...haaaang on...

oh the irony

we were driving splashily through the rainy streets of spokane, having accidentally driven to the northgate mall, when zooming past a long line of cars waiting to turn in laura spied this sign. she chuckled and pointed, then protested when i quickly turned into the parking lot. i thought it was the funniest thing ever. i mean, here we were, the two bird-hatingest girls in all the west together in one car, and this is where we landed (pun intended). she didn't even want to go in. i wanted to for comedy value but we only made it as far as just inside the front door (and by "front" i mean back). it didn't take her long to realize that none of the birds were "tied down" and she started, uh, flapping her wings? (so sorry) in fear and we quickly fled. so, we successfully patronized: frank's diner, the kiev grocery and the satellite diner but were too late to enjoy a delicious "donut parade" donut after having driven around all day looking for the shop. victory was ours, though, when we found it, albeit closed, on our way out of town. i guess we have our destination for next time.

dreamy

as i do my darndest to while away the hours, my mind can't help but drift off to sleepyland. i've been searching a while now through pictures tagged "sleep" on flickr to try and capture something...mere tiredness, i guess (sleep deprivation, really) and after hundreds of pictures of napping kitties (which didn't help matters) i came upon this wonderful room. doesn't it look amazing? so cozy, almost magical, like something out of a storybook. i wish i could jump into it right now (that bed specifically). if i had a room like that i think i'd hole up for the whole winter. my little apartment is quite cozy too, but when you've got a thing for a-framed rooms, nothing less will do.

fountain of youth?

i had not seen this picture before, or maybe very briefly. but i like it a lot so i'll borrow it from lancelot for this purpose: to celebrate another year gone by in one young life. i was thinking about this, you know one of the things i like best about her? i love that she is curious. and by curious i don't mean odd. i mean she desires to know stuff. i am not curious, and that is why i drive my brother crazy and that is why she and him get along famously. she has to watch a movie through to the bitter end, just to know what happens. i can't even sit through to the end, much less give any sort of resemblance to a rat's behind what happens. she has this thing called an attention span. i love that about her. cody has one too, which is probably why they can hang out both at work and at play, and by "play" i mean watching arrested development (playing a dvd). i will never live down the fact that when he was, oh maybe 10 or 11 he BEGGED me to let him teach me how to play chess and i refused. i was too busy reading the latest issue of vogue. that very well may have been my undoing. say what you will about video games, but my measley, lifelong, grand total of maybe 8 hours of mario is dwarfed in a single weekend by his, yet he's got the focus of a hawk. and i can't even sit through a whole round of "crack the case." but darnit i can tell you who seal's married to. who leonardo is dating. who edward burns' wife is. who adriana lima is. who alex wek is. not to mention anything you don't want to know about hollywood. back to the young life at hand, when you see her today, wish her a happy birthday, and while you're at it, tell her something, anything. i promise she'll take interest.

let's go for a ride

i am breaking the blog silence that seems to have fallen over our circle of friends. it's been hushed in blogland for a fortnight or better and i think it's high time to say i'm mad as 'ell and i'm not going to take it anymore. ok that was silly but i amused myself. i happened back upon this picture and i was thinking of how fun it was and it put me in the mood to throw on a kerchief and some oversized sunglasses and go for a ride. problem is, i don't have a ride right now. anyone currently in possession of a ride willing to throw on a kerchief and oversized sunglasses and go for a ride with me? in the 50's and 60's, throwing on a kerchief and oversized sunglasses pretty much meant you were going for a ride. everyone knew it. everyone pretty much knew what was on your agenda. so, you with "rides" give me a call if you have anywhere, or nowhere to go.