There *may* or may *not* be an opportunity for me to travel abroad.... so, finding myself without a current passport - I drove up to Seattle today so that I can make my appointment at the passport office tomorrow.
I actually grew up in Seattle - well, just outside in (what was once) a small town called Woodinville. I went all through elementary school here at Cottage Lake Elementary. I have so many fond memories of the area, of our home - of the tall, tall trees and the wet weather....
Perhaps this might explain my Twilight obsession.... hahahaha
Or, possibly moreso my remaining obsession with flannel shirts and Birkenstocks.
(BTW.... on a friends old, archaic laptop and *sans* online spellcheck.... so deal with it people. haha)
I enjoyed the drive up.... I had posted on FB that I needed a place to sleep and - to my great surprise this guy was trying to convince me to stay at his place and be a booty call.... no. Like: I'm serious. lololol So my drive was a bit distracted by the conversation.... which, by all means, I have no inteniont of being someone's 'booty call' - but... I would be stupid not to admit that I didn't blush and enjoy his descriptive invitation.
Thinking about it.... I wondered what the hell was stopping me.... the kids aren't with me.... why the hell not stop and let this pretty attractive man 'school' me in the bedroom.... I mean: why not?
Of course, there's std's and HIV and morals and values... and the fact that I've *never* ever been that kind of girl... and the children, and the children and the children.... oh - and common sense. But.... I'm woman enough to admit that the thought crossed my mind, if only for a brief second.
I mean. Isn't that a crazy double standard? You better believe that El Capitan is getting his pole waxes in eager-beaver style.... so, why not me?
May be my serious approach to life - and my morals and values... .may be I could just throw those (and all caution) to the wind and wax a pole of my own.....
Or... not.
I mean, at the very least, a girl needs dinner first, right? Dinner and a movie even......?
sigh.
So, I made it all the way to Seattle (virtue intact) - and got to McGhee's house, which is a place I LOVE. Mcghee and I grew up together (she's in the book) - and she loves purple as much as I do - only she has *taste* and has the house Of. MY. DREAMS. :)
She's warm and welcoming.... she's the kind of friend who you know anytime you see her, you'll share her with a dozen phone calls, friends just 'dropping by' and well... basically, everyone else loves her as much as you do... so you have to share. :) Which is fine.... her daughter is my Goddaughter - so while Mcghee had a meeting, I took the kids out for dinner. We had a *great* time - though I felt bad that the kids were at home because they love coming her as much as I do....
She was River Pheonix.
I was Jerry O'Connel.
She taught me all about Depeche Mode, OMD and Psycadellic Furs.... which, clearly I owe her a massive debt of gratitude for that.
We were *both* Stand By Me.
Mcghee was older and her best friend was Jojo - and one day the two decided to get matching hair cuts. What they *wanted* to get was newwave haircuts where the back of the hair was cut into a backswish witha bit of a tail......
Jojo went first.... and, as Mcghee watched in horror, the woman cut her hair into a "ducks ass" - which is a 1950 boys hair style - spiked at the front and then pulls into the back (think of a faux hawk but on the back of the head) - which actually *looks* like a ducks ass. Literally.
Jojo was scream crying as the cut ended... and the good, good friend Mcghee... knowing the horror that was coming her way: Mcghee sat in the chair and got her very own, blonde, too short, ducks ass.
Not newwave.
Not cool.
Not 'pretty'...... but it's the kind of thing a good friend does.
Oh... and I *still* make fun her t
It's a great life when you have friends who have known you since you picked your nose and whiped it on your bedroom wall... .and is *still* friends with you.
(TMI? hahahahahaha c'mon... you know you did something just as gross when you were little....)
Also... and hold onto your seats..... I actually didn't think about El Capitan once today.
Weird.
Sadly, I can't stay long. Money being what it is - this is strictly business and I'm heading home after my passport appointment - and then home to the babies.... I miss them when I'm gone. I've only rarely ever been away from them - but I know down the road that will change.... but instead of *fearing* that - I'm kind of... aclimating to the idea.
Yet more progress.
My friends are smart... Mcghee just burned her finger by putting into hot candle wax.... ahhh... it's good to be goofy....
I just love being in Seattle.... it's just that litle bit greener than Portland.... plus, it's the home of Pearl Jam: which means it's the best state ever. just sayin'.
Sadly, no time or money to get over to Forks... may be one day.
In the mean time, the week ends on a high note. I hate a coffee..... meeting? I didn't get upset over or about El Capitan... some guy offered to 'tear it up' for me .... and I get to bask in the kindess and laughter of a good friend..... blessed.... :)
I actually grew up in Seattle - well, just outside in (what was once) a small town called Woodinville. I went all through elementary school here at Cottage Lake Elementary. I have so many fond memories of the area, of our home - of the tall, tall trees and the wet weather....
Perhaps this might explain my Twilight obsession.... hahahaha
Or, possibly moreso my remaining obsession with flannel shirts and Birkenstocks.
(BTW.... on a friends old, archaic laptop and *sans* online spellcheck.... so deal with it people. haha)
I enjoyed the drive up.... I had posted on FB that I needed a place to sleep and - to my great surprise this guy was trying to convince me to stay at his place and be a booty call.... no. Like: I'm serious. lololol So my drive was a bit distracted by the conversation.... which, by all means, I have no inteniont of being someone's 'booty call' - but... I would be stupid not to admit that I didn't blush and enjoy his descriptive invitation.
Thinking about it.... I wondered what the hell was stopping me.... the kids aren't with me.... why the hell not stop and let this pretty attractive man 'school' me in the bedroom.... I mean: why not?
Of course, there's std's and HIV and morals and values... and the fact that I've *never* ever been that kind of girl... and the children, and the children and the children.... oh - and common sense. But.... I'm woman enough to admit that the thought crossed my mind, if only for a brief second.
I mean. Isn't that a crazy double standard? You better believe that El Capitan is getting his pole waxes in eager-beaver style.... so, why not me?
May be my serious approach to life - and my morals and values... .may be I could just throw those (and all caution) to the wind and wax a pole of my own.....
Or... not.
I mean, at the very least, a girl needs dinner first, right? Dinner and a movie even......?
sigh.
So, I made it all the way to Seattle (virtue intact) - and got to McGhee's house, which is a place I LOVE. Mcghee and I grew up together (she's in the book) - and she loves purple as much as I do - only she has *taste* and has the house Of. MY. DREAMS. :)
She's warm and welcoming.... she's the kind of friend who you know anytime you see her, you'll share her with a dozen phone calls, friends just 'dropping by' and well... basically, everyone else loves her as much as you do... so you have to share. :) Which is fine.... her daughter is my Goddaughter - so while Mcghee had a meeting, I took the kids out for dinner. We had a *great* time - though I felt bad that the kids were at home because they love coming her as much as I do....
She was River Pheonix.
I was Jerry O'Connel.
She taught me all about Depeche Mode, OMD and Psycadellic Furs.... which, clearly I owe her a massive debt of gratitude for that.
We were *both* Stand By Me.
Mcghee was older and her best friend was Jojo - and one day the two decided to get matching hair cuts. What they *wanted* to get was newwave haircuts where the back of the hair was cut into a backswish witha bit of a tail......
Jojo went first.... and, as Mcghee watched in horror, the woman cut her hair into a "ducks ass" - which is a 1950 boys hair style - spiked at the front and then pulls into the back (think of a faux hawk but on the back of the head) - which actually *looks* like a ducks ass. Literally.
Jojo was scream crying as the cut ended... and the good, good friend Mcghee... knowing the horror that was coming her way: Mcghee sat in the chair and got her very own, blonde, too short, ducks ass.
Not newwave.
Not cool.
Not 'pretty'...... but it's the kind of thing a good friend does.
Oh... and I *still* make fun her t
It's a great life when you have friends who have known you since you picked your nose and whiped it on your bedroom wall... .and is *still* friends with you.
(TMI? hahahahahaha c'mon... you know you did something just as gross when you were little....)
Also... and hold onto your seats..... I actually didn't think about El Capitan once today.
Weird.
Sadly, I can't stay long. Money being what it is - this is strictly business and I'm heading home after my passport appointment - and then home to the babies.... I miss them when I'm gone. I've only rarely ever been away from them - but I know down the road that will change.... but instead of *fearing* that - I'm kind of... aclimating to the idea.
Yet more progress.
My friends are smart... Mcghee just burned her finger by putting into hot candle wax.... ahhh... it's good to be goofy....
I just love being in Seattle.... it's just that litle bit greener than Portland.... plus, it's the home of Pearl Jam: which means it's the best state ever. just sayin'.
Sadly, no time or money to get over to Forks... may be one day.
In the mean time, the week ends on a high note. I hate a coffee..... meeting? I didn't get upset over or about El Capitan... some guy offered to 'tear it up' for me .... and I get to bask in the kindess and laughter of a good friend..... blessed.... :)
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