My two things

Today it dawned on me what items I can't live without: floss and deodorant. Now granted, there are many items that would make life easier, and I'm sure that someone could list something that might alter my list, but as of right now, those are my two essentials. Why? The first is because I would rather pull my own tooth out with a rusty piece of hardware than have something stuck in my teeth. Case in point: after having a lovely lunch with my friend Sara last week I noticed that something was in my teeth. You couldn't see it, but it felt like a grizzly bear was in my mouth trying to pull my teeth a part. Not being able to get it out myself, or having a rusty piece of hardware, I pulled into Target with screeching tires, zoomed down the floss aisle, ripped open the package and felt utter bliss. I gratefully paid my .97 cents, and all was right in the world again. Apparently I don't like having things caught in my teeth...now I know.

Now deodorant. The problem with deodorant isn't that I stink (well not right now), but rather that I always forget to put it on....always. One would think that I would have a Costco closet of it lying around, but no, I have two: one in my bathroom, and the other in my gym locker. So if I forget to apply when I leave the house, I have to a) turn around; b) go down to the gym; c) suffer (any others too); or d) pull the floss fiasco and head to the store. I start swim classes tomorrow, which are inconveniently at a different gym than my deodorant, so I'm faced with having to bring my bathroom one, and risk leaving it. In truth, there should be deo in every purse and bag I own. When I leave it should be phone? check. wallet? check? deodorant...you betcha.

Anyways, it might be a silly thing to write about, but I feel better knowing what two things I need, and should be the first two things packed when I go somewhere. Any contributions from others are welcome.

Making the most out of it

So yesterday was fabulous...thank you mother nature. Ben and I went for a run, walked around town looking at terribly overpriced shoe-boxes that they call condos (500 sq. ft. for $275,000?-stupid), and then I headed up to the park to read. I wanted to make sure I enjoyed every second of the beautiful day.

What I love about us north-westerners, is that we seem to take what we get, and make the most out of it. For instance, since it has been cold, rainy, and cloudy, for a few months, to us, the 65 degrees feels almost tropical. At the park everyone was out playing frisbee, reading, running, etc. I even saw a few brave women in swimsuit tops, pretending like we were in Hawaii (we're not)..but then I rounded the corner by the water reservoir and saw him: thong man. Lying facedown chatting with a friend. Now I know it's been cold, but apparently for him the warmth, Vitamin D, and possibly glow to his face wasn't enough...he's been waiting for today...because heaven forbid his cheeks don't get a tan...like I said, we make the most out of it. 

April Fools w/o the Fools

As if Mother Nature was playing a cruel April Fool's joke, without the Fools...it's snowing in Seattle in April. 

No Joke, no April Fools...snow. 

I blame myself. I've been complaining about the weather, and then yesterday commented that I shouldn't be complaining, because at least it's not snowing (as it is in the rest of the country), nor are we sandbagging to avoid the floods (poor Fargo). Thanks Mother Nature for rubbing it in.

An Uprising in the Northwest

Something is brewing in the northwest. Something, that if it doesn't change quickly, will lead to an uprising—at least in Seattle. We're not asking for much, but people are definitely starting to wig out a little bit. What we need? Spring.

At first I thought it was just me. My first annoyance was when it snowed last week...in March. I love the snow. It's pretty, magical, blah blah, but not in March. December? yes. January or February? yes. March? no. Then the sun came out, and things started to bloom. Although the sun is lovely, I'm not sure why things are blooming when it is 24 degrees in the morning. Look at the wonderful sunshine, and don't forget to sprinkle ice deterrent on the steps, because they're slippery. Why? Because it froze last night. And today? High of 38...sweet. It's like we're in North Dakota.

Now, I'm not complaining about the sun, but I would like to stop wearing a hat, scarf, mittens and 14 layers to school each day. And I realize I'm not the only one. The Roanoake Bar and & Grill has two words printed on their outside board. Not the weekend game or happy hour specials, just two words: SPRING NOW. 

Today it did reach a balmy 50, and there were two groups of people that celebrated this tropical temperature. People, like myself, who still realize it's freaking cold and appropriately wear a jacket and hat, and the others...the ones who are at their breaking point and the thought of anything over 50 is considered summerlike. Normally they wait till after spring break to pretend that they're warm in still winter weather, but today they proudly (and coldly) sported tank tops, flip flops, capri pants, left their jackets at home (wished they hadn't) and sat outside. 

If it doesn't get warm soon, I'm going to just have to pretend with them...but seriously if mother nature doesn't throw us some 60's soon...all bets are off, and she'll see what us northwesterner's are really like.

In Memory of My Favorite Man