You may be familiar with the postman's motto: "Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor gloom of night will keep me from my appointed rounds." Well, I can tell you that it is a load of baloney. Granted, we've had more snow than I can ever remember having in the lowlands, but we haven't had our mail delivered in days.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Enumclaw - it's some nasty doody
The other day on the news, they were reporting on the combination of snow and strong winds in Enumclaw and at the end of the report the newsman said, "that is some nasty duty." I doubt that he read that off the teleprompter; he must have been ad-libbing and didn't realize what that sounded like. Sad thing is that he has no idea how right he was to call the Claw, "Nasty Doody."
Speaking of the Claw, I am now going to shamelessly promote my t-shirt designs inspired by my distaste of Enumclaw here
Speaking of the Claw, I am now going to shamelessly promote my t-shirt designs inspired by my distaste of Enumclaw here
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Fun and danger in the snow!
I still can't get over how much snow we've had. It makes Stacey and I feel giddy. Stacey also goes into nesting mode, so she has been cooking and baking up a storm. I haven't eaten this good in a long time. I know what you are thinking, but I have been assured it is the snow and Stacey is not pregnant. So Stacey and I decided to go sledding today on the hill below our house. It was loads of fun, and it was fortunate that we were on the hill at that time. There were a bunch of kids that were also sledding and playing in the snow, but then I heard a small voice calling for help. Stacey and I tried to figure out where the voice was coming from when I spotted a hand waving frantically. It was our elderly neighbor and she had fallen outside on her deck. Stacey raced up the stairs leading to our street, while I called my brother who was at the house. I also flagged down two other neighbors who were snowshoeing and they headed to her place as well. I continued talking to her until Stacey got there, then sprinted up the hill myself. I first attempted to climb the hill - in the snow it doesn't look that steep, but considering I am not a mountain goat, my attempt failed miserably. Well, long story short, we got her off the deck and into the house and I called 911. The medics checked her out and decided she didn't need to go in, but Stacey and I stayed with her for the afternoon and took care of her and her dog. What an adrenaline rush. I guess that makes us heroes, eh? Seriously though, if we hadn't heard her, she could have died of hypothermia. The lesson of the day is that snow can be really fun, but can be very dangerous as well, so be safe and stay warm.

Thursday, December 18, 2008
Snowmen of Seattle

It's not just a commute, it's an adventure!
So after hearing the weathermen cry, "Snow!" so many times over the years, I was hesitant to believe that the prediction of snow would actually come to fruition. It did. In fact, it dumped in West Seattle. This place is to' up! Despite the lovely storm, I decided I would still try to make it in to work. I really didn't want to use up any vacation/sick time because of a snow day. Plus, I really enjoy walking through downtown in the snow, so I hiked up to Admiral to catch a bus. Little did I know how big of a mistake that was. Basically, the abridged version is the first bus got stuck so I hiked down the hill to Alki, waited for a bus for a long time, walked to another stop, waited more, got a bus that dropped us off at the bridge, waited some more, watched a full bus go by us without stopping, walked to another stop, finally got a bus downtown, got off at Westlake and hiked up Olive/Howell to finally reach Met Park. The whole trip took over 2.5 hrs. Since I only live a little over 8 miles away, I averaged about 3.2 mph. I could have made the trip on foot faster, although I probably would have froze to death in the process.

Sunday, December 14, 2008
It's a snow day


Cute Shoes

Friday, December 5, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Entiendo español, pero no entiendo español del borracho
So I was waiting for my bus this evening when a highly intoxicated Mexican fellow stumbled over to me and started speaking to me in Spanish. Although I haven't used my Spanish much since moving to Seattle 7 years ago, most of the time I can pretty much understand what someone is saying. Despite the slur, I can even usually get the gist of the conversation from someone with a thick Puerto Rican or Cuban accent. However, the one accent that totally stymies me is "Drunk Spanish." It's even worse than "I forgot to put in my dentures today Spanish." "No Dentures Spanish" is difficult, but not impossible to understand, and the guy I know who speaks it doesn't reek of cheap beer and wine. Basically, all I got out of his alcohol impaired rambling speech was that he was from Mexico, had two kids in Oaxaca and two kids in California (don't ask me why he told me that) and that he had no papers (no duh - can you say, "fishing for a greencard?"). When my bus arrives I say a farewell, only to have him follow me onto the bus and sit his drunk butt down next to me. I finally am able to get through to him that I have no money and unless he has the cash to pay the fare to West Seattle, he better get his tuchas off at the next stop. Lesson learned: Next time someone starts speaking to me in Drunk Spanish, pass myself off as a Greek. OK - that's all for now; gotta go learn me some Greek.
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