Monday, January 31, 2005
Family Resemblance
Lucas and Apolo??? Noooooo! Dave and Monty circa 1976??? Yep!
Lucas and Apolo??? Noooooo! Dave and Monty circa 1976??? Yep!
// posted by Janet @ 2:13 PM
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Close Encounters of the Wild Kind
http://mukilteomusings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_mukilteomusings_archive.html
Almost a year ago I wrote about some wild animal stories in my life. Lest you think I wrote about everything....well, I have more. And it doesn't take much to trigger my memories. Today in the Everett Herald, under the traffic section where readers can write in and ask why a particular intersection or bottleneck exists, they wrote about beavers.
http://www.heraldnet.com/stories/05/01/31/100loc_street001.cfm
Evidently, in a perfect appropriate spot on a creek, beavers built a fabulous dam. The problem is the dam caused a beaver pond to cover a busy road. Recently when we had some days of below freezing temperatures, one can only imagine the gigantic skating rink in the middle of traffic. Now, here is where my county officials went wrong. Seriously, they should have called me.
"The county tried to tear down the dam, but that didn't slow the industrious creatures.
'Getting them to stop building a dam works less than 1 percent of the time,' Jacobson said."
No, no, no I say--me a child of a man who understood how animals think--me a child of a man whose favorite fishing spot was Beaver Creek on the Missouri River near Helena. If you tear down a beaver dam, they will only build it bigger and better in the same exact spot. Such an act provides a family of busy beavers a challenge. I can just hear Mama beaver yelling at her teen age boy beaver baby, "You must have used rotten sticks and the wrong mud. Now, get out there and try try again until you get it right. And this time it better be good or you can't go to the Slap Tail dance tonight!!"
You see, my Dad engaged in such behavior for fun. He would tear out a beaver dam and then revisit the construction site days later to witness an impressive Hoover Dam, beaver style. I do believe my brother has carried on the tradition.
Anyway, my county officials could have saved some taxpayer dollars if they had called me but instead they learned the hard way. And the solution?? Next summer, they plan to redo the road and raise its elevation so the beavers' Lake Powell cannot cause a flood. My concern is that my county officials are not thinking like beavers. Perhaps the beavers' plan all along was to slow or stop traffic so they could continue living blissful beaver lives without human encroachment. We'll see!
http://mukilteomusings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_mukilteomusings_archive.html
Almost a year ago I wrote about some wild animal stories in my life. Lest you think I wrote about everything....well, I have more. And it doesn't take much to trigger my memories. Today in the Everett Herald, under the traffic section where readers can write in and ask why a particular intersection or bottleneck exists, they wrote about beavers.
http://www.heraldnet.com/stories/05/01/31/100loc_street001.cfm
Evidently, in a perfect appropriate spot on a creek, beavers built a fabulous dam. The problem is the dam caused a beaver pond to cover a busy road. Recently when we had some days of below freezing temperatures, one can only imagine the gigantic skating rink in the middle of traffic. Now, here is where my county officials went wrong. Seriously, they should have called me.
"The county tried to tear down the dam, but that didn't slow the industrious creatures.
'Getting them to stop building a dam works less than 1 percent of the time,' Jacobson said."
No, no, no I say--me a child of a man who understood how animals think--me a child of a man whose favorite fishing spot was Beaver Creek on the Missouri River near Helena. If you tear down a beaver dam, they will only build it bigger and better in the same exact spot. Such an act provides a family of busy beavers a challenge. I can just hear Mama beaver yelling at her teen age boy beaver baby, "You must have used rotten sticks and the wrong mud. Now, get out there and try try again until you get it right. And this time it better be good or you can't go to the Slap Tail dance tonight!!"
You see, my Dad engaged in such behavior for fun. He would tear out a beaver dam and then revisit the construction site days later to witness an impressive Hoover Dam, beaver style. I do believe my brother has carried on the tradition.
Anyway, my county officials could have saved some taxpayer dollars if they had called me but instead they learned the hard way. And the solution?? Next summer, they plan to redo the road and raise its elevation so the beavers' Lake Powell cannot cause a flood. My concern is that my county officials are not thinking like beavers. Perhaps the beavers' plan all along was to slow or stop traffic so they could continue living blissful beaver lives without human encroachment. We'll see!
// posted by Janet @ 8:19 AM
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Saturday, January 29, 2005
A Pictorial Definition of ME
taken a couple of years ago
It looks as though I now have all of my pre-digital pictures for the last several years available so I'm just playing today.
taken a couple of years ago
It looks as though I now have all of my pre-digital pictures for the last several years available so I'm just playing today.
// posted by Janet @ 2:07 PM
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Pelican
// posted by Janet @ 1:56 PM
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Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Pictures of Happier Days
I am digging through old pictures because the funeral home puts together a video with photos for a keepsake and I came across these. Tears stream down my cheeks.
Ruth and Kaley
Ruth and Zip and Lucas and Kaley
I am digging through old pictures because the funeral home puts together a video with photos for a keepsake and I came across these. Tears stream down my cheeks.
Ruth and Kaley
Ruth and Zip and Lucas and Kaley
// posted by Janet @ 10:53 AM
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Thoughts About my Mother-in-Law
Yesterday, Dave's Mom died.
She was 89. The sad story is that Ruth has been suffering from Alzheimer's for more than 15 years and has been in a nursing home for 10. We wish and she wished death would have taken her then. This is a cruel, horrible disease. When President Reagan died, I actually felt a little jeolousy of Ron, Jr. (a good Seattleite, by the way) and Patti because their ordeal was finished. Now, we have relief and her good spirit is finally set free.
Dave's parents always reminded me of Ron and Nancy Reagan. They were good Republicans and they even resembled them a little. Dave's Dad, Zip, was tall, good looking and athletic. Ruth was tiny at barely five feet tall, slim, feminine and pretty. They were married for 61 years until death parted them when Zip died but I would say Alzheimer's parted them on their 50th Anniversary in 1989. It was during those grand festivities that Ruth became totally confused. Kaley was just a baby at the time and now at 16, she has no memory beyond the nursing home of a Grandmother she would have dearly loved.
Ruth loved buying dolls and doll clothes for her grandchildren. Specifically, I remember how she loved the American Girl dolls which were brand new shortly before Kaley was born. Her other granddaughters were outgrowing the doll stage. One day at her kitchen table which was always the center of activity in Dave's house, she showed me an American Girl catalog and lamented that her five granddaughters were too old. As it turned out a few years later, Kaley loved the American Girl dolls and I mourned the loss of Ruth's chance to dote on her youngest grandchild. What a source of joy it would have been for the both of them.
Lucas knew his Grandmother a little before Alzheimer's robbed him of her love. Ruth and Zip traveled to Hawaii with us when Lucas was two. In Kona, Ruth bought Lucas these darling little banana flip flops. The strap went between his toes and the four of us adults laughed as we watched tiny Lucas trying to walk. He knew the sandals were special and even though he hated the feeling, he wore them, nevertheless.
Lucas particularly remembers ice cream around the famous kitchen table in Helena, Montana. After a family dinner, Ruth would ask, "Anybody want ice cream?" She loved ice cream. Of course, Lucas would say yes. After downing gigantic bowls, Ruth would clean up. A few minutes later, in those days of fading short term memory, she would announce yet again, "Anybody want ice cream?" For a five year old boy, this was the most perfect Grandma you could have.
As for me, I remember her generosity and kindness. Dave was her youngest child. Dave's older brother and sister had seven children between them years before Lucas was born. Dave and Janet were the childless hippies of the family wearing nothing but jeans and going no place without their beloved Golden Retriever, Monty. I overheard Ruth jokingly comment when we were packing up to leave after a trip home, "I don't know why those kids need a suitcase when all they wear is dirty jeans." Yet, she treated our dog as though he was a grandchild, giving him her famous gigantic bowl of ice cream along with the rest of the kids. Monty had the run of her house though she drew the line when he climbed up on her white velvet couch for a nap.
So good bye, Ruth. We love you. I wish you could have remembered your two youngest grandchildren. By the way, Kaley just loved the doll quilt you made for her when she was born--the doll quilt that matched her baby quilt. She would tuck it around her American Girl doll when she'd kiss her good night.
Yesterday, Dave's Mom died.
She was 89. The sad story is that Ruth has been suffering from Alzheimer's for more than 15 years and has been in a nursing home for 10. We wish and she wished death would have taken her then. This is a cruel, horrible disease. When President Reagan died, I actually felt a little jeolousy of Ron, Jr. (a good Seattleite, by the way) and Patti because their ordeal was finished. Now, we have relief and her good spirit is finally set free.
Dave's parents always reminded me of Ron and Nancy Reagan. They were good Republicans and they even resembled them a little. Dave's Dad, Zip, was tall, good looking and athletic. Ruth was tiny at barely five feet tall, slim, feminine and pretty. They were married for 61 years until death parted them when Zip died but I would say Alzheimer's parted them on their 50th Anniversary in 1989. It was during those grand festivities that Ruth became totally confused. Kaley was just a baby at the time and now at 16, she has no memory beyond the nursing home of a Grandmother she would have dearly loved.
Ruth loved buying dolls and doll clothes for her grandchildren. Specifically, I remember how she loved the American Girl dolls which were brand new shortly before Kaley was born. Her other granddaughters were outgrowing the doll stage. One day at her kitchen table which was always the center of activity in Dave's house, she showed me an American Girl catalog and lamented that her five granddaughters were too old. As it turned out a few years later, Kaley loved the American Girl dolls and I mourned the loss of Ruth's chance to dote on her youngest grandchild. What a source of joy it would have been for the both of them.
Lucas knew his Grandmother a little before Alzheimer's robbed him of her love. Ruth and Zip traveled to Hawaii with us when Lucas was two. In Kona, Ruth bought Lucas these darling little banana flip flops. The strap went between his toes and the four of us adults laughed as we watched tiny Lucas trying to walk. He knew the sandals were special and even though he hated the feeling, he wore them, nevertheless.
Lucas particularly remembers ice cream around the famous kitchen table in Helena, Montana. After a family dinner, Ruth would ask, "Anybody want ice cream?" She loved ice cream. Of course, Lucas would say yes. After downing gigantic bowls, Ruth would clean up. A few minutes later, in those days of fading short term memory, she would announce yet again, "Anybody want ice cream?" For a five year old boy, this was the most perfect Grandma you could have.
As for me, I remember her generosity and kindness. Dave was her youngest child. Dave's older brother and sister had seven children between them years before Lucas was born. Dave and Janet were the childless hippies of the family wearing nothing but jeans and going no place without their beloved Golden Retriever, Monty. I overheard Ruth jokingly comment when we were packing up to leave after a trip home, "I don't know why those kids need a suitcase when all they wear is dirty jeans." Yet, she treated our dog as though he was a grandchild, giving him her famous gigantic bowl of ice cream along with the rest of the kids. Monty had the run of her house though she drew the line when he climbed up on her white velvet couch for a nap.
So good bye, Ruth. We love you. I wish you could have remembered your two youngest grandchildren. By the way, Kaley just loved the doll quilt you made for her when she was born--the doll quilt that matched her baby quilt. She would tuck it around her American Girl doll when she'd kiss her good night.
// posted by Janet @ 8:29 AM
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Monday, January 24, 2005
A Little Bit of This and That About Johnny Carson
Wow! Johnny Carson died. His death makes me feel weird because he has been such a part of American culture. He was on the air from 1962 until 1992. I was only nine years old when the Tonight Show with him began and we had only had a TV for three years. When I was 39, he retired. My Dad was a little older than him and my Mom a little younger and like so many of that generation including my parents, they smoked. In the end, it was smoking that finally got Johnny Carson. Emphysema is a dreadful way to die because you slowly suffocate. The "cigarette" killed my Dad of a heart attack; so far, the "cigarette" hasn't killed my Mom because she is fighting it. After more than 40 years of smoking, she quit when the doctors found a spot of emphysema on her lungs. It has been 15 years now but her breathing is not as easy as it used to be.
I remember as a little girl spending the night with my best friend, Cathy. We would stay up and watch Johnny. He and his guests would smoke openly on the show during jokes and laughter. It was normal along with the cigarette commercials. Cathy's Dad died young from smoking, too. My uncle never did smoke and at 89 he is still alive, living at home, and up until last year he still hunted and bowled. Maybe Johnny could have lived another 10 or 15 years like Bob Hope did. Maybe my Dad and Cathy's Dad could have lived another 30 years. The world would be a better place with some of these great old guys hanging around a bit longer.
A good thing is that Johnny Carson during his retirement discovered the unsurpassed beauty of the Pacific Northwest. Polite mutterings would spread throughout the Puget Sound area that his yacht was sailing in the San Juan Islands just north of here. Hopefully, he saw our orcas; I'm sure he did. http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/artsentertainment/2002158924_mcfadden24m.html
Occasionally, he would pull his yacht into the Palisades Restaurant in Seattle to dine. http://pli.r-u-i.com/ Polite Seattleites recognizing his wish for privacy would never have bothered him for a photo or autograph.
So thank you, Johnny, for helping me survive with laughter those late nights with colicky babies. And sail into the sunrise with the orcas.
Gateway to the San Juans--photo taken this morning
Wow! Johnny Carson died. His death makes me feel weird because he has been such a part of American culture. He was on the air from 1962 until 1992. I was only nine years old when the Tonight Show with him began and we had only had a TV for three years. When I was 39, he retired. My Dad was a little older than him and my Mom a little younger and like so many of that generation including my parents, they smoked. In the end, it was smoking that finally got Johnny Carson. Emphysema is a dreadful way to die because you slowly suffocate. The "cigarette" killed my Dad of a heart attack; so far, the "cigarette" hasn't killed my Mom because she is fighting it. After more than 40 years of smoking, she quit when the doctors found a spot of emphysema on her lungs. It has been 15 years now but her breathing is not as easy as it used to be.
I remember as a little girl spending the night with my best friend, Cathy. We would stay up and watch Johnny. He and his guests would smoke openly on the show during jokes and laughter. It was normal along with the cigarette commercials. Cathy's Dad died young from smoking, too. My uncle never did smoke and at 89 he is still alive, living at home, and up until last year he still hunted and bowled. Maybe Johnny could have lived another 10 or 15 years like Bob Hope did. Maybe my Dad and Cathy's Dad could have lived another 30 years. The world would be a better place with some of these great old guys hanging around a bit longer.
A good thing is that Johnny Carson during his retirement discovered the unsurpassed beauty of the Pacific Northwest. Polite mutterings would spread throughout the Puget Sound area that his yacht was sailing in the San Juan Islands just north of here. Hopefully, he saw our orcas; I'm sure he did. http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/artsentertainment/2002158924_mcfadden24m.html
Occasionally, he would pull his yacht into the Palisades Restaurant in Seattle to dine. http://pli.r-u-i.com/ Polite Seattleites recognizing his wish for privacy would never have bothered him for a photo or autograph.
So thank you, Johnny, for helping me survive with laughter those late nights with colicky babies. And sail into the sunrise with the orcas.
Gateway to the San Juans--photo taken this morning
// posted by Janet @ 8:45 AM
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Sunday, January 23, 2005
Sunset is getting later--photos taken a couple of minutes ago
If you can imagine lining up the top photo to the left and the bottom to the right, you'll get the full spectrum. I couldn't figure out how to do it.
If you can imagine lining up the top photo to the left and the bottom to the right, you'll get the full spectrum. I couldn't figure out how to do it.
// posted by Janet @ 5:18 PM
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Friday, January 21, 2005
Images of Inauguration Day, 2005, in Seattle
How we spent yesterday afternoon at Westlake Center.
How we spent yesterday afternoon at Westlake Center.
// posted by Janet @ 8:53 AM
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Thursday, January 20, 2005
Inauguration Day
A storm to remember!! The year was 1993 and President Clinton was being sworn in. After eight years of Reagan and four years of Bush the elder, I was excited to be an American that day and listen to our new President's speech. I was so hopeful about a new direction and my Mom told me she felt the same that day as when Kennedy was elected. Clinton held that same sort of charisma for many of us, especially in Seattle. Of course, this was years before Monica and everything.
Kaley was home sick from pre-school with a fever. Lucas was seven and Kaley was four. It was windy and rainy so I got Lucas off to school and settled in with my coffee to watch the festivities on TV. Dave was gone somewhere; I don't remember now but I don't think it was DC. The wind really started to pick up and became violent. I watched Clinton get sworn in and was waiting for his speech. Literally, after one sentence at 9 A.M. my time, bam.....the power went out. I screamed at the TV.....NO, no, no. How can this be?? I have waited 12, yes, 12 YEARS for this speech. But the lights did not come back on. In fact, we were without electricity for the entire day and into the next. I learned later that Kaley's pre-school class had taken a field trip to a local hospital where they were frighteningly stuck for hours.
The day was cold and I was concerned about not having heat with a sick child. We had a fire place but we didn't have any wood. Luckily, my good friend and neighbor had plenty of wood so I managed to get to her house and loaded up on fire wood. I then proceeded to the grocery store to get some tylenol for Kaley's fever and that is when I realized we were practically having a hurricane. Trees and branches were down everywhere. Power lines had toppled and nobody had electricity. At this point, I still felt like the power outage was local. After Lucas got home from school, we waited for the power to return and I had no radio or information on how widespread the damage was. Dinner time rolled around and with no electricity, our electric stove did not work nor did our microwave. Dave was the expert with the BBQ grill and he was gone.
So I ventured out with the children strapped tightly in the car to find a restaurant. Everything nearby was closed. I drove onto I-5 to head south to Lynnwood and Edmonds in hopes of finding anything. This is one of the scariest times of my life and I realized this storm was huge. Listening to Clinton's speech somehow no longer seemed important. The freeway had no lights and it was pitch black; power lines, trees, poles, branches and debris were flying everywhere. I learned later we had had winds of 90 mph swooshing through the entire Puget Sound area so it was truly like a hurricane. Nobody was around and it felt like the aftermath of a nuclear war. I had made a huge mistake driving around with my children. Carefully, I trekked back to our house scared to death of being hit by a gigantic tree, stoked up the fire and made tuna fish sandwiches.
For as long as I live, I will never forget the Inauguration Day Storm. It was one of those days when everyone who lived in Seattle remembers where they were and what they were doing on Inauguration Day 1993.
A link and a quote about the storm now a part of Seattle history, lore, and the subject of great stories at parties:
http://www.historylink.org/essays/output.cfm?file_id=2886
"Inaugural Day storm ravages Puget Sound on January 20, 1993.
On January 20, 1993, an Inaugural Day storm with winds topping 94 mph ravages Puget Sound. Six people die [mostly hit by falling trees] and hundreds of thousands lose electric power for days. Only the Columbus Day storm of 1962 exceeds the violence of this event."
A storm to remember!! The year was 1993 and President Clinton was being sworn in. After eight years of Reagan and four years of Bush the elder, I was excited to be an American that day and listen to our new President's speech. I was so hopeful about a new direction and my Mom told me she felt the same that day as when Kennedy was elected. Clinton held that same sort of charisma for many of us, especially in Seattle. Of course, this was years before Monica and everything.
Kaley was home sick from pre-school with a fever. Lucas was seven and Kaley was four. It was windy and rainy so I got Lucas off to school and settled in with my coffee to watch the festivities on TV. Dave was gone somewhere; I don't remember now but I don't think it was DC. The wind really started to pick up and became violent. I watched Clinton get sworn in and was waiting for his speech. Literally, after one sentence at 9 A.M. my time, bam.....the power went out. I screamed at the TV.....NO, no, no. How can this be?? I have waited 12, yes, 12 YEARS for this speech. But the lights did not come back on. In fact, we were without electricity for the entire day and into the next. I learned later that Kaley's pre-school class had taken a field trip to a local hospital where they were frighteningly stuck for hours.
The day was cold and I was concerned about not having heat with a sick child. We had a fire place but we didn't have any wood. Luckily, my good friend and neighbor had plenty of wood so I managed to get to her house and loaded up on fire wood. I then proceeded to the grocery store to get some tylenol for Kaley's fever and that is when I realized we were practically having a hurricane. Trees and branches were down everywhere. Power lines had toppled and nobody had electricity. At this point, I still felt like the power outage was local. After Lucas got home from school, we waited for the power to return and I had no radio or information on how widespread the damage was. Dinner time rolled around and with no electricity, our electric stove did not work nor did our microwave. Dave was the expert with the BBQ grill and he was gone.
So I ventured out with the children strapped tightly in the car to find a restaurant. Everything nearby was closed. I drove onto I-5 to head south to Lynnwood and Edmonds in hopes of finding anything. This is one of the scariest times of my life and I realized this storm was huge. Listening to Clinton's speech somehow no longer seemed important. The freeway had no lights and it was pitch black; power lines, trees, poles, branches and debris were flying everywhere. I learned later we had had winds of 90 mph swooshing through the entire Puget Sound area so it was truly like a hurricane. Nobody was around and it felt like the aftermath of a nuclear war. I had made a huge mistake driving around with my children. Carefully, I trekked back to our house scared to death of being hit by a gigantic tree, stoked up the fire and made tuna fish sandwiches.
For as long as I live, I will never forget the Inauguration Day Storm. It was one of those days when everyone who lived in Seattle remembers where they were and what they were doing on Inauguration Day 1993.
A link and a quote about the storm now a part of Seattle history, lore, and the subject of great stories at parties:
http://www.historylink.org/essays/output.cfm?file_id=2886
"Inaugural Day storm ravages Puget Sound on January 20, 1993.
On January 20, 1993, an Inaugural Day storm with winds topping 94 mph ravages Puget Sound. Six people die [mostly hit by falling trees] and hundreds of thousands lose electric power for days. Only the Columbus Day storm of 1962 exceeds the violence of this event."
// posted by Janet @ 8:11 AM
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Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Crazy Old Lady
I am following in my father's footsteps. When he turned 50, he told us he had spotted an old car in the Madison River. The rancher who owned the land had given him permission to haul it away. My Dad said it was Model T Ford and he had always wanted to restore one. Dave and I went with him to pull the vehicle out of the rushing water and this is when I thought my Dad had lost his marbles. A rusty piece of unidentifiable junk was loaded onto a trailer and off we went. Within a year, my Dad had a refurbished Model T and a couple of years before he died, he and my Mom drove it in a Fourth of July parade in Absarokee, Montana.
Not that I am going to accomplish restoring an old piece of metal into an antique car but I am becoming happily eccentric. Maybe I have lost my marbles. My family teases me about never being more than a few inches away from a pair of binoculars. I know a lot about orcas because learning about them has become a hobby and I happily participate in the Orca Sighting Network. After the winter Olympics, I, a person who is not athletic nor interested in sports, became a fan of short track speedskating and our hometown Olympic gold medalist, Apolo Ohno. We even named our dog after him. And I kinda like this computer thing, keeping a blog and visiting other blogs. My family is merciless in giving me a bad time. And today, I was mentioned along with my son in the morning paper--not the small hometown Mukilteo Beacon but the bigger Everett Herald. And was the blurb about something brilliant or wonderful I had done?
No, I was mentioned because of laundry. I hate doing the laundry and I am not good at it. My kids never have clean underwear and dirty clothes spill out of hampers and cover the laundry room floor. Apolo loves to get into it and rip up filthy socks. Laundry is my biggest failure in life. How ironic that my name is in the newspaper because of my nemesis. But, one day at Christmas time, I washed one of Lucas's shirts and turned it into an angel. (See Jan. 3, 2005 entry below) And our Christmas angel was of some interest to an Everett Herald columnist who wrote yesterday about the image of Jesus on an Everett woman's closet door.
My husband about spit out his coffee this morning as he read the paper. He just shook his head and looked at me, "I hope my name wasn't associated with this...this...shirt!"
"You know, you took a vow a long time ago to stick with me for better or for worse," I replied, "and that includes my 'crazy old lady' time of life."
So, folks, here it is--my claim to fame:
http://www.heraldnet.com/stories/05/01/19/100loc_fyi001.cfm
I am following in my father's footsteps. When he turned 50, he told us he had spotted an old car in the Madison River. The rancher who owned the land had given him permission to haul it away. My Dad said it was Model T Ford and he had always wanted to restore one. Dave and I went with him to pull the vehicle out of the rushing water and this is when I thought my Dad had lost his marbles. A rusty piece of unidentifiable junk was loaded onto a trailer and off we went. Within a year, my Dad had a refurbished Model T and a couple of years before he died, he and my Mom drove it in a Fourth of July parade in Absarokee, Montana.
Not that I am going to accomplish restoring an old piece of metal into an antique car but I am becoming happily eccentric. Maybe I have lost my marbles. My family teases me about never being more than a few inches away from a pair of binoculars. I know a lot about orcas because learning about them has become a hobby and I happily participate in the Orca Sighting Network. After the winter Olympics, I, a person who is not athletic nor interested in sports, became a fan of short track speedskating and our hometown Olympic gold medalist, Apolo Ohno. We even named our dog after him. And I kinda like this computer thing, keeping a blog and visiting other blogs. My family is merciless in giving me a bad time. And today, I was mentioned along with my son in the morning paper--not the small hometown Mukilteo Beacon but the bigger Everett Herald. And was the blurb about something brilliant or wonderful I had done?
No, I was mentioned because of laundry. I hate doing the laundry and I am not good at it. My kids never have clean underwear and dirty clothes spill out of hampers and cover the laundry room floor. Apolo loves to get into it and rip up filthy socks. Laundry is my biggest failure in life. How ironic that my name is in the newspaper because of my nemesis. But, one day at Christmas time, I washed one of Lucas's shirts and turned it into an angel. (See Jan. 3, 2005 entry below) And our Christmas angel was of some interest to an Everett Herald columnist who wrote yesterday about the image of Jesus on an Everett woman's closet door.
My husband about spit out his coffee this morning as he read the paper. He just shook his head and looked at me, "I hope my name wasn't associated with this...this...shirt!"
"You know, you took a vow a long time ago to stick with me for better or for worse," I replied, "and that includes my 'crazy old lady' time of life."
So, folks, here it is--my claim to fame:
http://www.heraldnet.com/stories/05/01/19/100loc_fyi001.cfm
// posted by Janet @ 8:30 AM
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Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Only in Vancouver B.C.??
American holidays are a great time to zip up to Vancouver. (There is a Vancouver, WA three hours south and just outside Portland so Seattleites always specify "Vancouver BC".) And we did just that for Martin Luther King Day; we wanted to take a look at UBC because Kaley is considering applying to this major Canadian university. As a result, I have compiled an Only in Vancouver B.C. list.
1. Only on a trip to Vancouver B.C. from Mukilteo can you eat breakfast in one country and have lunch in a different nation in just two hours time.
Peace Arch on the U.S./Canada border
2. Vancouver B. C. is one of the most beautiful cities in the entire world and yet only in Vancouver can you visit, spend the night, and not even see it. (Perhaps in Seattle, too) This is what happened to us and between the darkness, the rain and the fog we never did see the water, the gorgeous mountains or the tops of the buildings. We saw parts of the Lion's Gate Bridge which rivals the Golden Gate only because we drove over it. Even so, Vancouver is still sublime.
Snow when we arrived melted and turned to rain
3. Only in Vancouver which seems to be a lot like Seattle do they actually use umbrellas. There were umbrellas everywhere and there were stores where you could by an umbrella. The rain was definitely more pelting than Seattle to the point that WE actually resorted to the scummy umbrella found in the bottom of our van. Shockingly, and this is the absolute truth, my kids had no idea how to open the umbrella or close the umbrella. Yep, they were born in Seattle!
4. Only in Vancouver were there no political bumper stickers and what a relief it was. Our Governor's race has continued with Christine Gregoire finally being sworn in last week with only 129 vote lead after a hand recount. The republicans are not happy and have hired trial lawyers (I thought republicans hated trial lawyers??!!) to take it to court and they have begun a campaign blitz on radio, TV, billboards and bumper stickers for an entirely new election and I for one am sick of it. Enough is enough. Governor Gregoire is a bright capable woman and she will be a good leader.
5. Only in Vancouver and the rest of the civilized world do they jaywalk. Maybe the umbrellas block their view of the traffic and pedestrian lights but very unlike Seattle, they do not wait for the little blinking happy walking man before they cross the street!
6. Only in Vancouver and all of Canada and Europe do they have my daughter's favorite clothing store--French Connection--known by its wonderful logo FCUK (French Connection United Kingdom). As we were buying her a pair of jeans with ripped holes, the clerk asked us where we were from and we replied Seattle. The FCUK clerk responded, "Oh, Seattle! I love Seattle and I want to go shopping there at Abercrombie and Fitch. We don't have one here." So, I guess the grass is always greener...... .
7. And finally, only in Vancouver, across the street from FCUK, do they have a restaurant with a giant neon sign with the image of a big wave called "Tsunami Sushi". Hmmmm.....wonder if they'll change the name.
American holidays are a great time to zip up to Vancouver. (There is a Vancouver, WA three hours south and just outside Portland so Seattleites always specify "Vancouver BC".) And we did just that for Martin Luther King Day; we wanted to take a look at UBC because Kaley is considering applying to this major Canadian university. As a result, I have compiled an Only in Vancouver B.C. list.
1. Only on a trip to Vancouver B.C. from Mukilteo can you eat breakfast in one country and have lunch in a different nation in just two hours time.
Peace Arch on the U.S./Canada border
2. Vancouver B. C. is one of the most beautiful cities in the entire world and yet only in Vancouver can you visit, spend the night, and not even see it. (Perhaps in Seattle, too) This is what happened to us and between the darkness, the rain and the fog we never did see the water, the gorgeous mountains or the tops of the buildings. We saw parts of the Lion's Gate Bridge which rivals the Golden Gate only because we drove over it. Even so, Vancouver is still sublime.
Snow when we arrived melted and turned to rain
3. Only in Vancouver which seems to be a lot like Seattle do they actually use umbrellas. There were umbrellas everywhere and there were stores where you could by an umbrella. The rain was definitely more pelting than Seattle to the point that WE actually resorted to the scummy umbrella found in the bottom of our van. Shockingly, and this is the absolute truth, my kids had no idea how to open the umbrella or close the umbrella. Yep, they were born in Seattle!
4. Only in Vancouver were there no political bumper stickers and what a relief it was. Our Governor's race has continued with Christine Gregoire finally being sworn in last week with only 129 vote lead after a hand recount. The republicans are not happy and have hired trial lawyers (I thought republicans hated trial lawyers??!!) to take it to court and they have begun a campaign blitz on radio, TV, billboards and bumper stickers for an entirely new election and I for one am sick of it. Enough is enough. Governor Gregoire is a bright capable woman and she will be a good leader.
5. Only in Vancouver and the rest of the civilized world do they jaywalk. Maybe the umbrellas block their view of the traffic and pedestrian lights but very unlike Seattle, they do not wait for the little blinking happy walking man before they cross the street!
6. Only in Vancouver and all of Canada and Europe do they have my daughter's favorite clothing store--French Connection--known by its wonderful logo FCUK (French Connection United Kingdom). As we were buying her a pair of jeans with ripped holes, the clerk asked us where we were from and we replied Seattle. The FCUK clerk responded, "Oh, Seattle! I love Seattle and I want to go shopping there at Abercrombie and Fitch. We don't have one here." So, I guess the grass is always greener...... .
7. And finally, only in Vancouver, across the street from FCUK, do they have a restaurant with a giant neon sign with the image of a big wave called "Tsunami Sushi". Hmmmm.....wonder if they'll change the name.
// posted by Janet @ 8:26 AM
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Saturday, January 15, 2005
A Book Plug
"The World According to Chuck" by Chuck Sigars is delightful and a must read especially in these times of supposed cultural war. First of all, I have really only met Chuck a couple of times and to me he is known as Beth's Dad. He knows me as Lucas's Mom. Our kids are the best of friends; they played in a quartet together in high school--Lucas was the viola and Beth was the cello. Beth is also a beautiful singer and is studying voice in college in Texas. Even though these kids are in their second year of college, they remain in close contact by e-mail, cell phone, and in person on college breaks. Her mother is locally famous for her gorgeous voice and performances. Secondly, Chuck writes for our local paper, The Mukilteo Beacon, and he has managed to have the Seattle Times publish some of his articles in the Opinion section. Chuck has a blog and has his columns published weekly and he turned them into a BOOK!! So, he is my hero and has accomplished what I merely dream of.
I have a couple of favorites. The first is his chapter called "Sticks and Stones" where he sort of writes about Ann Coulter:
"....I will say that on a couple of occasions Ann Coulter has scared my children, and that can be a disturbing thing, as you can imagine. My children have been heavily influenced by my wife, who has taught them to be sensitive to other people's feelings, to care about the environment, to appreciate the diversity of different cultures and types of people, and to like whales. In other words, she has created little liberals.
Ann Coulter does not like liberals, and when my kids have run across her on TV, where she hangs out a lot, or read her writings, it bothers them. 'She hates us!' they say. So it seems...." Pg. 129
My other favorite chapter is, of course, where he writes about my son and his friends in his chapter called "I've Got Mail". Chuck asked his daughter's friends to send him e-mails about college life and what they missed most about Mukilteo:
"...And I found out. Teriyaki. They really miss teriyaki....
...Lucas Eaton wrote from Missoula, Montana (490 mi.), which he describes as a place where 'no one talks in a funny accent and everyone is liberal.' He loves the hiking and the mountains, and he wants everyone back home to know he is getting an A in Geography. He misses the beach and the diversity of Mukilteo, which is the kind of thing a liberal would say. He also looks forward to crossing three mountain passes on his way home because 'it scares the (mild expletive deleted) out of my mom.' Which you can't do often enough. ..." Pgs. 274-275
Thank you, Beth's Dad, for your wonderful book and I hope you sell a million copies. You give me a tiny little glimmer of hope. It is available through Barnes & Noble at:
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=692QCplANq&isbn=141347036X&itm=4
"The World According to Chuck" by Chuck Sigars is delightful and a must read especially in these times of supposed cultural war. First of all, I have really only met Chuck a couple of times and to me he is known as Beth's Dad. He knows me as Lucas's Mom. Our kids are the best of friends; they played in a quartet together in high school--Lucas was the viola and Beth was the cello. Beth is also a beautiful singer and is studying voice in college in Texas. Even though these kids are in their second year of college, they remain in close contact by e-mail, cell phone, and in person on college breaks. Her mother is locally famous for her gorgeous voice and performances. Secondly, Chuck writes for our local paper, The Mukilteo Beacon, and he has managed to have the Seattle Times publish some of his articles in the Opinion section. Chuck has a blog and has his columns published weekly and he turned them into a BOOK!! So, he is my hero and has accomplished what I merely dream of.
I have a couple of favorites. The first is his chapter called "Sticks and Stones" where he sort of writes about Ann Coulter:
"....I will say that on a couple of occasions Ann Coulter has scared my children, and that can be a disturbing thing, as you can imagine. My children have been heavily influenced by my wife, who has taught them to be sensitive to other people's feelings, to care about the environment, to appreciate the diversity of different cultures and types of people, and to like whales. In other words, she has created little liberals.
Ann Coulter does not like liberals, and when my kids have run across her on TV, where she hangs out a lot, or read her writings, it bothers them. 'She hates us!' they say. So it seems...." Pg. 129
My other favorite chapter is, of course, where he writes about my son and his friends in his chapter called "I've Got Mail". Chuck asked his daughter's friends to send him e-mails about college life and what they missed most about Mukilteo:
"...And I found out. Teriyaki. They really miss teriyaki....
...Lucas Eaton wrote from Missoula, Montana (490 mi.), which he describes as a place where 'no one talks in a funny accent and everyone is liberal.' He loves the hiking and the mountains, and he wants everyone back home to know he is getting an A in Geography. He misses the beach and the diversity of Mukilteo, which is the kind of thing a liberal would say. He also looks forward to crossing three mountain passes on his way home because 'it scares the (mild expletive deleted) out of my mom.' Which you can't do often enough. ..." Pgs. 274-275
Thank you, Beth's Dad, for your wonderful book and I hope you sell a million copies. You give me a tiny little glimmer of hope. It is available through Barnes & Noble at:
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=692QCplANq&isbn=141347036X&itm=4
// posted by Janet @ 6:52 PM
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Tuesday, January 11, 2005
ONLY IN SEATTLE
I cannot resist. Too many little factoids have piled up so it is time for my ONLY IN SEATTLE.
1. Wine Burglar: Over New Years weekend, the TV stations were running a crime-stoppers alert. Evidently, a "burglar" was walking into grocery stores and heading for the wine sections. Was he taking a big box of rose or a large bottle of white table wine?? Nooooo! He managed to steal 5-10 bottles only but the dollar value was thousands. The serious request made to listeners was to watch for a man at parties bragging about newly acquired expensive wine. Yea, right, like this would narrow down the list of suspects in Seattle at holiday time!!
2. Boater Commuters: In other cities in America, people pass up taking the bus preferring instead to drive their cars complaining that taking the bus is too slow. In Seattle, in a recent article, people have decided to commute by boat because taking the ferry can be too slow. Seriously, around here one can get pretty much anywhere by water. My husband could manage to get to the UW, his place of work, totally by water. He could launch right here in Mukilteo or Edmonds. The time killer for him would be getting through the Ballard locks which link salty Puget Sound to our bodies of fresh water like Lake Union and Lake Washington. But he could pull right up to his office in Health Sciences pictured below!
UW on Montlake Cut, Portage Bay, and Lake Washington (on other side of stadium)
3. Fittest City: Seattle has recently been named the fittest city in the nation. Yep! We are number one in terms of fitness. Every morning without fail, rain or shine, this group of five old men walk in my neighborhood. I wave at them everyday and they heartily wave back and I wonder everyday what they talk about--these darling old guys.
4. Speedskating on bad ice?: We have recently had a cold snap. For a few days, a puddle of water not larger than five feet in diameter, remained frozen on my street at the bottom of someone's steep driveway. One day, two 14 year old girls were standing on that ice with skates on--just standing there--in ice skates. Only in Seattle would teen age girls try to mimic Apolo Ohno on a puddle!
5. Snow.....things: Not only did we have a cold snap, we also had snow for a half a day. It was enough, however, to build snow sculptures some of which were obscene (geez--no picture of this "only in Seattle" creation). But we learned, that our Apolo puppy's favorite thing is attacking snowmen, knocking them down, and eating their carrot noses. I am still afraid to face my neighbor after Apolo smashed her little boy's creation.
6. Sasquatch: And finally, only in Seattle does my bearded, long haired son get invited to star as Sasquatch in a video being filmed by his friend's older brother as an application to a game show-- Jeopardy--to be exact. Who knows what the results will be but after two days of filming, I have a laundry room full of muddy clothes. Hmmm! I didn't realize Sasquatch wore clothes. Ok, I am glad I have a laundry room full of muddy clothes.
I cannot resist. Too many little factoids have piled up so it is time for my ONLY IN SEATTLE.
1. Wine Burglar: Over New Years weekend, the TV stations were running a crime-stoppers alert. Evidently, a "burglar" was walking into grocery stores and heading for the wine sections. Was he taking a big box of rose or a large bottle of white table wine?? Nooooo! He managed to steal 5-10 bottles only but the dollar value was thousands. The serious request made to listeners was to watch for a man at parties bragging about newly acquired expensive wine. Yea, right, like this would narrow down the list of suspects in Seattle at holiday time!!
2. Boater Commuters: In other cities in America, people pass up taking the bus preferring instead to drive their cars complaining that taking the bus is too slow. In Seattle, in a recent article, people have decided to commute by boat because taking the ferry can be too slow. Seriously, around here one can get pretty much anywhere by water. My husband could manage to get to the UW, his place of work, totally by water. He could launch right here in Mukilteo or Edmonds. The time killer for him would be getting through the Ballard locks which link salty Puget Sound to our bodies of fresh water like Lake Union and Lake Washington. But he could pull right up to his office in Health Sciences pictured below!
UW on Montlake Cut, Portage Bay, and Lake Washington (on other side of stadium)
3. Fittest City: Seattle has recently been named the fittest city in the nation. Yep! We are number one in terms of fitness. Every morning without fail, rain or shine, this group of five old men walk in my neighborhood. I wave at them everyday and they heartily wave back and I wonder everyday what they talk about--these darling old guys.
4. Speedskating on bad ice?: We have recently had a cold snap. For a few days, a puddle of water not larger than five feet in diameter, remained frozen on my street at the bottom of someone's steep driveway. One day, two 14 year old girls were standing on that ice with skates on--just standing there--in ice skates. Only in Seattle would teen age girls try to mimic Apolo Ohno on a puddle!
5. Snow.....things: Not only did we have a cold snap, we also had snow for a half a day. It was enough, however, to build snow sculptures some of which were obscene (geez--no picture of this "only in Seattle" creation). But we learned, that our Apolo puppy's favorite thing is attacking snowmen, knocking them down, and eating their carrot noses. I am still afraid to face my neighbor after Apolo smashed her little boy's creation.
6. Sasquatch: And finally, only in Seattle does my bearded, long haired son get invited to star as Sasquatch in a video being filmed by his friend's older brother as an application to a game show-- Jeopardy--to be exact. Who knows what the results will be but after two days of filming, I have a laundry room full of muddy clothes. Hmmm! I didn't realize Sasquatch wore clothes. Ok, I am glad I have a laundry room full of muddy clothes.
// posted by Janet @ 9:21 AM
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Thursday, January 06, 2005
Napolean is All the Rage
I cannot tell sometimes if certain totally hot "things"( for lack of a better word) go beyond the Northwest. But the movie Napolean Dynamite has absolutely taken over around here. My son said it was all the rage in Missoula among the college crowd and he kept talking about it. When we went to rent it at the video store, the shelf had tons of copies and they were all checked out. Finally, we managed to find it. In three days I have watched it twice and found it even funnier the second time. My daughter said the lingo and mannerisms of Napolean have already taken over her high school AND one of her friends has a Vote For Pedro t-shirt.
We are not the only ones who like it. The Everett Herald movie critic thought this little low budget film about a nerd in Idaho was the best of 2004. If any of you out there in cyberspace rent the DVD, make sure you listen to the director's commentary. It is hysterical. Many if not most of the events in the movie actually happened to the director and his siblings. It was filmed in Preston, ID with a lot of the locals and neighbors of this guy participating. Oh my gosh, I am laughing just thinking about it--I may watch it a third time.
http://www.heraldnet.com/stories/04/12/31/100ae_bestfilms001.cfm
I cannot tell sometimes if certain totally hot "things"( for lack of a better word) go beyond the Northwest. But the movie Napolean Dynamite has absolutely taken over around here. My son said it was all the rage in Missoula among the college crowd and he kept talking about it. When we went to rent it at the video store, the shelf had tons of copies and they were all checked out. Finally, we managed to find it. In three days I have watched it twice and found it even funnier the second time. My daughter said the lingo and mannerisms of Napolean have already taken over her high school AND one of her friends has a Vote For Pedro t-shirt.
We are not the only ones who like it. The Everett Herald movie critic thought this little low budget film about a nerd in Idaho was the best of 2004. If any of you out there in cyberspace rent the DVD, make sure you listen to the director's commentary. It is hysterical. Many if not most of the events in the movie actually happened to the director and his siblings. It was filmed in Preston, ID with a lot of the locals and neighbors of this guy participating. Oh my gosh, I am laughing just thinking about it--I may watch it a third time.
http://www.heraldnet.com/stories/04/12/31/100ae_bestfilms001.cfm
// posted by Janet @ 7:41 PM
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Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Unbelievable Story
My husband's colleague who experienced the tsunami in Phuket, Thailand has a fascinating story. Evidently, the Seattle Times thought so as well.
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002141045_doctor05m.html
Not included in the article were his shocking photos of the aftermath and debris. Also, he reported to his friends how lucky he and his family really were. First of all, they made their reservations at the last minute so they were not able to get a beach front hotel which probably saved their lives. Their hotel was behind the row of resorts right along the beach. He said these acted somewhat as a buffer so that the second row wasn't completely wiped out. Secondly, they arrived rather late the night before and slept in. Otherwise, they would have been on the beach instead of eating breakfast. They did feel the earthquake and being from Seattle, knew immediately what it was but they figured it was local and tsunami never entered their minds. A good reminder for all of us here in the Puget Sound area with all of our water--when we feel an earthquake, we should in the next instant listen for tsunami warnings.
Some quotes:
"What was planned as a quick beach vacation for a University of Washington physician and his family turned into two days of medical triage and critical first aid in a Thai beach resort.
In the hours after the tsunami hit Patong Beach on the island of Phuket on Dec. 26, Dr. Mark Oberle, associate dean of the UW School of Public Health and Community Medicine, even drew on first-aid skills he had learned as a Boy Scout.
Bleeding was stopped with strips torn from table cloths and sheets. Broken bones were splinted with broken furniture. Wounds were cleaned with bottled water from hotel rooms and bars. Plastic lounge chairs were used as stretchers. ...
...Oberle waded through water, slipped in mud and had to climb across car tops in his flip-flop shoes to reach some people. It was hours before the first ambulance crews could get into the area."
[and of course, as a good UW School of Public Health associate dean like my hubby and as a good Seattleite, his story has a political point.]
"Oberle said that with all the attention on aid for the tsunami victims, the U.S. government should rethink its overall commitment to foreign aid for health care in developing countries. In those countries, for example, more than 1 million people a year die from measles, there are 140 million unintended pregnancies a year and a woman has 50 times the risk of dying during childbirth than in developed nations.
The United States is far behind many other countries in its aid, he said, giving about $30 per U.S. citizen to nations in need. Scandinavian countries, for example, give about seven times that amount."
My husband's colleague who experienced the tsunami in Phuket, Thailand has a fascinating story. Evidently, the Seattle Times thought so as well.
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002141045_doctor05m.html
Not included in the article were his shocking photos of the aftermath and debris. Also, he reported to his friends how lucky he and his family really were. First of all, they made their reservations at the last minute so they were not able to get a beach front hotel which probably saved their lives. Their hotel was behind the row of resorts right along the beach. He said these acted somewhat as a buffer so that the second row wasn't completely wiped out. Secondly, they arrived rather late the night before and slept in. Otherwise, they would have been on the beach instead of eating breakfast. They did feel the earthquake and being from Seattle, knew immediately what it was but they figured it was local and tsunami never entered their minds. A good reminder for all of us here in the Puget Sound area with all of our water--when we feel an earthquake, we should in the next instant listen for tsunami warnings.
Some quotes:
"What was planned as a quick beach vacation for a University of Washington physician and his family turned into two days of medical triage and critical first aid in a Thai beach resort.
In the hours after the tsunami hit Patong Beach on the island of Phuket on Dec. 26, Dr. Mark Oberle, associate dean of the UW School of Public Health and Community Medicine, even drew on first-aid skills he had learned as a Boy Scout.
Bleeding was stopped with strips torn from table cloths and sheets. Broken bones were splinted with broken furniture. Wounds were cleaned with bottled water from hotel rooms and bars. Plastic lounge chairs were used as stretchers. ...
...Oberle waded through water, slipped in mud and had to climb across car tops in his flip-flop shoes to reach some people. It was hours before the first ambulance crews could get into the area."
[and of course, as a good UW School of Public Health associate dean like my hubby and as a good Seattleite, his story has a political point.]
"Oberle said that with all the attention on aid for the tsunami victims, the U.S. government should rethink its overall commitment to foreign aid for health care in developing countries. In those countries, for example, more than 1 million people a year die from measles, there are 140 million unintended pregnancies a year and a woman has 50 times the risk of dying during childbirth than in developed nations.
The United States is far behind many other countries in its aid, he said, giving about $30 per U.S. citizen to nations in need. Scandinavian countries, for example, give about seven times that amount."
// posted by Janet @ 11:09 AM
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Monday, January 03, 2005
I do the laundry and turn things into angels??
I am sure it has something to do with the maldistribution of Oxyclean even though this is a shirt I have washed lots of times for several years. BUT, nevertheless, my son's Jimmy Eat World (a rock band) shirt came out of the dryer with an angel on the back. Lucas is certain we could make millions if we put it on E-Bay. After all, someone did fairly well with a cheese sandwich and you can't even wear a sandwich.
Very Strange, isn't it??
I am sure it has something to do with the maldistribution of Oxyclean even though this is a shirt I have washed lots of times for several years. BUT, nevertheless, my son's Jimmy Eat World (a rock band) shirt came out of the dryer with an angel on the back. Lucas is certain we could make millions if we put it on E-Bay. After all, someone did fairly well with a cheese sandwich and you can't even wear a sandwich.
Very Strange, isn't it??
// posted by Janet @ 2:22 PM
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