A Star Was Born…
Happy Birthday, Becca…or Beccaboohoo for short!
Thanks for all the great beach walks, park runs counter-surfing adventures , bed-hogging and nostril/brain licks.
Here’s to ten more years, Boo Boo, of letting you in.
We love you.
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This photo has been going around and it cracks me up. Have a laugh to start your weekend!
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Thoughts on Friendship
“True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice.”
- Samuel Johnston
“My friends are my estate.”
- Emily Dickinson
“I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends.”
- William Shakespeare, Richard II
“Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together.”
- Woodrow Wilson
Friends, they get us through rough patches; they celebrate the sunshine with us. The dearest ones see through our bullshit outward mask and into our true being and still drink with speak to us anyway.
What can possibly be better than having good friends?
I’ll tell you what–
Having good friends with chickens!
Thank you, good friends! This egg lover feels grateful for you every morning!
What do you think? Should we get chickens at chez Let the dog in?!
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Recently a friend okay, fine, it was me accidentally probably just misplaced for an indeterminate period of time threw away a government document relating to an automobile. Ahem.
So, what’s a law-abiding citizen to do? Call the governmental office? Get the low down on such situations?
As if. It’s 2011. I googled, of course. But I got distracted.
You google this phrase: “accidentally threw away.”
Guess what? People are freakin’ nuts have thrown away tons of embarrassing stuff by accident and then went online to admit it to the world.
You name it, it’s been thrown away: homework, earrings, Macbook Air computer, a mattress with $1 million dollars in it, her diaphragm sorry, dude, her birth control pills maybe it’s just not meant to be, a high school diploma, a retainer sorry, mom and dad, car registration not me, of course! okay, yes, me, grandma’s urn (well, donated anyways…), tools (not an issue here, as the Hubs never puts throws anything away, let alone his precious tools!), personal memorabilia of your spouse’s sure, that was an accident…, concert tickets, and worst of all, original artwork at a gallery (actually, it was shaped like a garbage bag, so whatdya gonna do?).
No wonder our landfills are land fulls!
Come on, your turn. Confess. No one is looking really, that’s true, not counting my mom, what did you accidentally throw away?
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This week I in a fit of delusion volunteered to chaperone the asylum lunatics second graders of my daughter’s school on their field trip to the Seattle Aquarium.
I thought it’d be fun. I love marine mammals. I once tended to injured and abandoned marine mammals here.
What I forgot about is all the other mammals that would be on the trip.
The 7 and 8 year-old ones.
The ones who argue about what exhibit to see next, how long to stay at the current one, who is really their friend, and where they can slink off into the sea of child molesters without me seeing them.
Sure, they look all calm and behaved here.
The day started with the announcement and my first clue I should invest in a nice flask in the shape of a Starbucks cup by the teacher of a “glitch” of how we were down to one bus, rather than two.
This led to a packed-to-the-brim bus ride into hell through island morning school traffic and road construction. Yes, that day, we had traffic.
After corralling them into the ferry and then keeping them all together through the streets of enticing garbage, kickable newspaper stands, and fascinating homeless people downtown Seattle, we arrived at the lovely Seattle Aquarium before they officially opened.
Which would have been super-duper cool, if they had let us in.
Instead, I had my charges playing Simon Says for fifteen minutes on the dock out front. Simon Says “JUMP!”
Actually, Simon did say “Hug me and say YOU’RE THE GREATEST EVER!” Which they did. Cuz Simon Said.
We eventually got into the aquarium where much arguing, hiding and yelling ensued.
They were less interested in this fur seal and more interested in the photo of the fur seal located on the touch screens they could manipulate, the little bozos techno natives.
Ignoring all the live wildlife around them, dress up time in scuba clothing was also popular.
Also, known as time-killer.
Finally, we wrapped up our time with what every aquarium visit needs when it’s at least an hour too long: a rousing game of tag in the front lobby.
However, I’m glad to report that no marine mammal was injured in the making of this post, and as far as I know but I’m not listening la-la-la, all our mammals returned to their respective homes at the end of the day.
Home, where I holed in my room boozing it up to recover and remind myself to never again bring to the Seattle Aquarium more than 2 young, two-legged mammals.
What field trips from hell have you endured?
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Hey! Didya notice anything miss me?!
We at chez Let the dog in! packed up and changed planes a bunch took an actual vacation, or “vaca” which is said VAY-KAY, not VAH-KAH, which is Spanish for cow and see how educational this trip was Mrs. Second Grade Teacher?
We headed south to dry out our moist and moldy toes the lovely Santa Fe.
Okay, technically we headed east and south and then west, but I planned it, so…winning!
The historic Santa Fe Plaza. See the accordion player singing “Black Magic Woman?”
We saw a holymillion numerous churches, some very old, like this one.
Nice Jesus rays, right??
And some with fanciful tales of magically built staircases, like this one.
Up until some pagan investigated certain documentation…
We went to a history museum.
So thankful for that sign, because I don’t know about you, but whenever I see a mud wagon, I want to. touch. it. Also, hello? No mud.
We also visited a folk art museum with an astounding collection of miniatures (from a personal hoarder collector).
As the kid so eloquently put it after seeing about 2,000 with another 8,000 to go, “Mom, I’m sick of mini-a-tures.”
So, of course we had to take her outside to see more old stuff ancient cliff dwellings and climb ladders and complain about how dry her lips were at Bandolier National Monument.
To her credit, it was extra dry this year…
Hm, seems like I’m forgetting something….oh yes! Thirst!
If you’re dedicated, with some serious hunting you can usually dig up a margarita somewhere in New Mexico.
Anyone else need some drying out? I’d head on down or over and down and back again to Santa Fe!
Seriously, if you need any touring help, just contact my aunt Kay. She’s a professional tour guide who can give you the downtown walking tour, the shopping tour, the margarita and guac natural history and cultural tour…you name it! Email her at kaywbarber at gmail dot com.
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I hate to jinx it but I think that spring has sprung here on Bainbridge Island. All the signs are there.
Plastic eggs have been discovered.
The lawnmower is out.
We’re already missing tennis balls.
And best of all, my boyfriend is back!
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