Archive for December, 2009

White Elephant, and a White Christmas.

December 30, 2009

Well, this year’s White Elephant party was another success. Except that, for the second year in a row, I planned to bring a mannequin head as my gift and forgot it! Which is so tragic, because, what a hit that would have been!!!  I drew number 13 for the gift exchange, and I stole this chicken from Hannah…

and I was in love.  And then then someone stole it, but Kaela stole it back for me, but then someone else stole it from her, not even because he cared about the chicken, but because he wanted to “break up our scheming.” Luckily, Kaela put the chicken in her purse when we left, and I got it back.

Then it snowed a lot, and real Christmas came.

These are the shirts that Sean and I gave to each other…My dad took four of this picture, and I never managed to open my eyes.  Can you even believe the beautiful light ochre color of this sweater? Sean loved it, and because emotions have been running so high lately, that made me cry. Then I also cried because of how much I loved this Broncos t-shirt. Last year on Christmas I cried because my mom had already read the book I gave her.

Ruby got this candy cane…She loved it.  Other things that Ruby loves are blueberries, sitting like a human at the kitchen table, fireworks(most dogs’ worst nightmare,) and Neal. Which is really annoying because he doesn’t even care about dogs and she likes him more than she likes me. She just sits at his feet and stares at him. Also, if Kirsten’s baby Daphne is any indicator, babies like him better too.

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Goodbye, ButtPie.

December 21, 2009

Last week me and Neal (Neal and I) put everything I own into my tiny Jetta,  and then drove/slid on ice through dense fog to Colorado.

Like I do during any emotionally charged event or transitional period, as my moving date approached I turned into an unpredictable crazy person.

One morning, a few days before I left Seattle,  we were having roommate Christmas, and a Rosie Thomas Christmas song came on, which someone called crappy.  Normally that would annoy me, but not enough for me to refuse to eat the delicious breakfast that this person had been cooking, which I did that morning. Reasonable? No.  I also kept getting really easily offended by Kaela, and then apologizing, and she would just act mature and understanding. And then I felt crazier, and she gave me this amazing hair flower:

and baked me this here cake:


I thanked her for it excessively, then invited everyone I could to Sarah’s bachelorette party, and called Neal “the Queen of the Wild Frontier.”  Which is actually funny.  But there was a lot of not funny bad behavior that took place. I think it is actually probably good that this happened because it will help the people I love in Seattle to miss me less. So really I was being selflessly insane.

Also, I was really glad I was still in Seattle to hang out with these guys a lit bit. Kristen and Christian, but you can call them Chicken and Krishen. Chicken and I had a really loud whisper conversation about how glad we were that Krishen and Neal got along so well.

Oh, and I stole Kaela’s toothpaste.

Now I am in Denver, with a really stiff neck, job hunting. And thinking about how Dene always tells me that even with good change comes loss.

R things that we don’t have in Colorado

December 7, 2009

Riekes. Robertson.  

Rain

Roanoke

Roommates

duckies

December 2, 2009

I cannot imagine that the dog I saw today with tiny short little legs and a beard actually wanted to be dragged around Green Lake by his owner.  Also, I cannot imagine that the ducks in the lake aren’t freezing.  I know they have their feathers. But even if I had a down comforter in the lake, maybe I would survive, but I would be so miserable.  I like the ducks, and I want them to be happy. I especially like these duckies.  I showed these duckies to John Rieke and he said that things like this make him think about how there are people starving. Which is one reason I cannot have these duck shoes. The other reason is my underemployement.