A very late night breakfast of asparagus and egg with foie gras butter.
Thing the first: I swapped Casey for his mom this weekend - belated Mothers Day thing/birthday (his and hers), plus she and I rarely get our own time. Casey is in Vancouver for the weekend, Charley and I are weekending it up in Seattle, girls style.
Thing the second: I have absolutely nothing concrete planned, which suddenly seems like a reason to panic, seeing as she arrives in 30 min.
Thing the third: bangs are always, ALWAYS, a bad decision. Keratin treatments, however, are not.
Last night, before the premiere of Joss Whedon’s ‘”Much Ado About Nothing,” there was a PSA from God. He showed a picture of a group of friends - all on the phone - and admonished us all to knock that shit off and live with each other in the moment. This message was met with furious applause and cheers.
I took this shot from a box in the balcony during the credits, when I looked down below and saw all of the folks on their phones. You can see the credits are still rolling, but you still see a flood of phone lights, tweeting it up.
(yes, I smugly took this picture of people on their phones with my own damn phone, because of hockey.)
It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
I am even foregoing Game 2 of the LA Kings-San Jose playoffs to go see Joss Whedon and his new flick.
I am going to need one of you to take over the cheering for the night.
I actually felt pretty squicked about getting the Sacramento Kings. While I LOVE our future owners (Chris Hansen, Steve Ballmer, Nordstrom brothers), I think the Maloofs (owners of Sacramento Kings) are sleazy, shitty owners and, in any event, I don’t want to get an NBA team at the expense of a smaller market city.
But fuck you, David Stern, and fuck you harder, Clay Bennett. Corrupt pieces of shit.
For some reason it was American classic night at our house.
Swedish meatballs on handmade egg noodles.
Made at home.
Mine was on a cauliflower mash, which is new American.
Dinner fit for the Kings!
drink your juice.: I was just lying in bed with my shower-wet hair wrapped in a towel...
I was just lying in bed with my shower-wet hair wrapped in a towel trying to unpack why the ever-growing social media holiday blitz bums me out, when I stumbled onto a thought train that I felt okay about.
Somewhere along the line my mom decided to be a mom. She chose me. I was in her, and she…
This right here is, at least in my estimation, the moment you fully realize adulthood.
Grace, humility, and gratitude.
Via Christine Friar
Mother’s Day is competitive among my brothers and I - this is my entry.
It occurred to me this morning that all of my favorite buildings in Seattle are in Pioneer Square.
My father in law just picked up his new puppy - an Australian Shepard and poodle hybrid - and his name is Paco and I now want all of the puppies.