Archive for April, 2010


>Postcard Friendship Friday #8

>Continuing our tour of the great Pacific Northwest, Washington State has a large ferry fleet. Mainly to go from the mainland to the San Juan Islands, which are only accessible by water or air. If you are being flown out of the island it is usually a medical emergency (don’t ask me how I know that).

On the back of the postcard.

FORT CASEY STATE PARK
Coupeville, Washington
Fort Casey was established in the late 1890’s to protect Admiralty Inlet and Puget Sound. It is now a state park. Also located nearby are Keystone ferry landing and in the background, the Camp Casey Conference Center, operated by Seattle Pacific University.
Photo by John Kaiser

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>Postcard Friendship Friday #7

>Continuing my tour of the great Pacific Northwest, I’m sure you recognize this little family.

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>Trying to get back

>To my blogging. I think the only way is to start blogging again by e-mail, that way at least something is going up. Since baseball has started up I have been concentrating my attention there. Time to find some balance.

Em and I went to the game last night, got home very late hence I am super tired right now. Add to that the fact that I am getting my nails done (regular appointment) adds to the longness of today and means I will miss most of today’s game.

On the other hand I still love my Palm Pre.

>My New Phone

>

I mentioned I got a Palm Pre Plus Mobile Phone, except it is a smart phone. So far I just love it. It fits in my hand nicely, has wi-fi and 3G so I can go online. It has an ap for Facebook and Twitter, I can sync it with my Google calendar so if for some reason I have to replace it any appointments I have put in it will also be online so I won’t lose them. I also can get all my e-mails to it. The only thing I don’t like is that since I have my e-mail and facebook and twitter, I now feel like I should lock the phone, and that can be a pain sometimes. I also have to carry my charging cord with me since the battery doesn’t last all day. However, I did find out that my portable, solar powered charger that I bought for my iPod, will charge it.

It came with this nifty little pouch, which Tigger insists I use and I am, unfortunately I didn’t have it in the pouch when I dropped it on the sidewalk. More unfortunately, Tigger was with me when it happened. I told him it was just a little scratched. He replied it was extremely scratched. Later I told Em, maybe he won’t want to play with it now. No Such Luck.

>I was away too long

>I didn’t tell you about “Timestalks – Rob Thomas, Singer-Songwriter; A conversation about music”, I didn’t get to tell you about the new washer. I missed posting my postcard on PFF. I have it scanned though and I will do it next week.

Timestalks was an interview with Rob Thomas, there was an audience and toward the end they opened it up for questions from the audience. It wasn’t a concert per se, but he brought his guitar and did some playing and singing, and now for the funny. Tigger was attending a lecture at John Jay. Em was getting her nails done so she asked me to walk down there with him. Which I did, then I walked back to meet her at the Timescenter Stage. She went there from her appointment but needed to find a bathroom. So she starts walking down 41st Street. She sees these two rather large men, and with them, Rob Thomas, she was 5 feet from him and didn’t even say hi. She was very upset, so of course I was razzing her, then she would say something like, “This coming from the person who when she met ….. ” It was a fun time.

Sometime in the past week or so the washer died. Completely. Normally D can get it running again, but this time it was a burnt out motor so no way. Thursday, on our way home from the city, Gwen sent Em a text about Em’s anniversary present. D had found a washer somewhere for a fantastic price. Its a front loader, which is what Em wanted, large capacity, also what Em wanted, and has sensors and things so you don’t have to measure the soap. You set the water temp, the type of clothes you are washing, how well you want them spun out. The washer weighs the clothes and puts in the right amount of soap and water. I did my first load tonight, and the clothes were almost dry coming out of the washer, I didn’t notice any nasty lint on them either like with the old washer. It has a hand wash setting. I may put my tights in see how that works.

The old washer was a washer dryer combination, so we no longer have a dryer. I had to clip my socks to hangers to dry them and hang the towels over the bottom of a hanger. I have a drying rack, but no place to put it. I’m am not really going to miss a dryer, I only used it for towels, sheets and socks and it steamed up the basement horribly.

I am pretty sure there was more to say, that is what I get for not blogging all week. Oh, I got a Palm Pre and got in a minor accident. I will have to talk about those things later.

>No longer cranky

>I was planning on typing a post up Sunday, it was going to have the title, Still Cranky, cause I was. Instead of getting ready to watch baseball I was at the laundromat because our washer died. Em is upset because going to the laundromat is taking away from her workout time. Not only that but buying a new washer means she won’t be able to get her iPad when she wants. Or her piercing. Except she has decided not to get the dermal piercing because her naval piercing isn’t healing.

On me, my naval piercing has healed beautifully, its my ear lobes that won’t heal. Go figure.

It is so late, and I am so tired, I can’t remember what else I was going to say.

Good-night all.

>P.S.

>and then the washer broke.

So instead of washing my clothes tonight, I will load up the car (after borrowing my friend’s laundry basket, well why should I have my own? The washer is two feet from my bedroom door!) and go to the laundry mat to wash my clothes. Then drag them home to hang them up to dry.

>or just feeling like your being coerced. Someone asking you for help to do something (money) nice for someone, someone you like no less, and they make it sound like if you don’t help them (give them the money). They won’t be able to do it. Then you have to keep the secret, and since it’s not your secret, if you tell you’re in trouble. The biggest problem for me, other then the not telling part, is that when the person thanks me, I can’t accept it because I feel like I had no choice. Not only that, but it means I can’t get this person what I wanted to get them because now I won’t have enough money. I was having a good day. Now I am in a bad mood.

>Yesterday

>was a slow train day. I didn’t realize how many people had Good Friday off. When I got to GCT it seemed as if there were more soldiers there then regular people. It was kind of creepy.

The office was the same and the building, since there are mainly government offices in there and the government doesn’t give off for religious holidays (well except for Christmas) everybody was there. Except my boss who took off because his son’s daycare was closed.

Yesterday was a beautiful day, sun was shining, I had my nail appointment my so my nails are also beautiful but this morning when I got up and looking the mirror, my face looked really bad. The skin looked …. yukky? I don’t really know how to describe it. I hope I’m not getting sick. Probably just because I am so tired. Yeah that’s what I’ll say.

I worked some on the bag I started a long long time ago and when it is done I plan on fixing my Yankee earrings. I ordered some new ones, different style but they won’t be here by tomorrow.

Well I can’t think of anything else to say. Have a good evening.

>I love purple. When I saw this card I just had to buy it, look at all the beautiful purple flowers!

OLYMPIC NATIONAL PARK
These beautiful lupine wildflowers abound in the meadows
throughout the rugged Olympic Mountains, seen in the background. 
Photo © Pat O’Hara


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