Thursday, December 4, 2008

Designer Rain Boots & Sunshine

Top Seattle accessory: designer rain boots.

Paisley, floral, polka-dots, stripes, ducks, skulls, logo laden. Rubber rain boots come in all colors and sizes. Oh yes, they are THE fashion accessory to any outfit from the months of November through May. Your pattern is your personality. Like the rain parka, the rain boots are dawned proudly with any pant suit, skirt and blouse ensemble or otherwise.

I don't own a pair...yet. Am I uncool? I know one thing only: my feet remain cold and wet and fashionably un-rubber-boot-laden.

On another note, the clouds and rain broke briefly this afternoon. Long enough to shed a beautiful curtain of much desired light on many smiling people below. Driving through a parking lot I passed a man leaning against his car, face turned up to the sun. His eyes were closed and mouth partly open as he relished this random moment in the middle of a crowded asphalt drive with no mind to people watching. Now that is the sign of a true person of the NW...someone who takes every drop of sun for what it's worth.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Hello Hail

November 22nd and we had the first hail of the season this evening. My feet are cold. Brrrrrrr....

Seattle Marathon (rather 1/2 marathon) is in one week. Dun dun dun!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

At Last

We did it! It's truly an Obama Nation.

Congratulations on an historic day.

January 20th can't come fast enough.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Go Horns!


Hell Yeah! The Horns kicked some ass today.

You know you are a good fan when:

1. You get up at 8 a.m. to watch the UT game at HOOTERS with the local UT Alumni chapter

2. You start drinking beer at 9 a.m. in honor of the game

3. You consume greasy HOOTERS food at 9 a.m. (again, in honor of the game of course)

Yes, my friends. I may not be in Texas but I'll be darned if I am going to let the Horns take this season by storm without following their story. I yearned to be in Dallas so badly today. C'mon the game, the fair, the food, the FUN. You can't beat that!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Fall Hath Cometh

Pooh Bear had it right when he exclaimed, "Oh my, what a blustery day!"

The trees are shaking off their leaves by the bushell and everywhere I look I am experiencing my first legitimate fall. It's amazing to think that leaves can look any color other than dead. Don't get me wrong, I have a bizzarre affinity that only you all can understand for the dry wilted look that the Texas heat provides. (As a side note I think wet pine needles smell faintly of cotton candy. Can't be bad.)

I've been wearing my coat for a week straight now. Really? That's what I get of the warm weather? For Pete's sake I am using the heater already and I breathe clouds of white air when I walk outside in the morning. Ah, Washington. On the up side, I actually went pumpkin picking in a Pumpkin Patch and walked through a corn field maze. Wonderful!

Another Visit - More Love!!!


Oh yes, we had fun!
My fabulous, fun, fantastic friend, Jette, had a little visit up to Seattle this past month and she saw fit to spend several blissful days hanging out with Mike and me. I couldn't ask for more. In honor of old times (sorry Alex) we rented and watched the Sex in the City movie, drinking too much coffee, too much wine and eating just enough cupcakes to qualify us both as overly indulgent and yet delightfully happy. That is what it is about my friends. The little, simple things in life. Here is a little snappy of us in front of the fountain near the Space Needle in City Center. Jette is back in Austin helping to lead the city to greater fashion heights, among other things. Check out the Austin American-Statesman for all her fashion debuts.
Stephanie and Eddie come for Halloween weekend!!! I'm in heaven :)

Monday, September 1, 2008

Smores, novels and perfect wooden boats, oh my!


Sitting for the course of almost four hours at a place called Olga Bay located on Orcas Island, Mike and I perched in the sun watching the tide and and read almost half a novel each. It was so indulgent and self-fulfilling we both wondered if we shouldn't be finding something more productive to do.


While we sat I watched out of the corner of my eye as a couple--not too conspicuous or loud, just seemingly at peace--milled about in the small general store nearby and walked the grassy area overlooking the bay. At one point I even commented to Mike because they seemed just so perfectly in tune with their watery surroundings. Despite their understated dress of rolled linen pants, flip flops, scruffy beard and straw hats, Mike joked that he was probably a young (30-something) exec. and she might be a week-day business wasp, both owning an inconspicuous fortune and just here for a vacation from the fast track. Chapters passed and suddenly we heard the dull clunk of oars against the side of a wooden boat. On looking up we saw two people in a wooden dingy rowing out into the bay and toward one of two anchored 30-foot-ish sailboats. It was the couple. "Don't say a word," Mike was exclaiming. "It's just so perfect it makes me sick! The only thing that could make this any more perfect would be if they unrolled the sails and set off into the sun setting on the horizon." Well...they didn't unroll the sails but we did watch them set off into the distance. All the while I couldn't help but wonder: what secret make-a-living life were they sailing home to? Or were they?


The camping on the island was incredible. The best I've ever seen. We were at a loss without having a kayak there to help us navigate the awesome lakes or one of the many bays and inlets. (Note to self for next time.) There are miles and miles of lush hiking trails that lead to amazing views. It is the type of place you just want to put in your pocket and pull out as you need it when the pace of the year starts moving too fast...it's a place where time feels as if it doesn't exist.

Bringing "Home" to Seattle!


Last week I awoke, bleary-eyed and desperate for a cup of coffee in the 5 am hour to take my parents to the airport for their flight home. All we could unanimously say was that we "did it all." Or at least we tried. The time they spent here was filled with a sort of break-neck attempt to fit as much of the fun in to 10 days that the NW could offer. The result was awesome!


We fished for salmon, we hunted fresh flowers in the farmer's markets, we visited with old friends and we ate. Boy did we eat! I mean, the likes of the seafood up here have not been seen in Texas. Once upon a time I remember lying to my uncle, telling him I was allergic to shrimp, simply so I wouldn't have to put the vile sea crustaceans to my mouth. What a change this gal has seen. Mike and I routinely buy fresh salmon, Halibut or Chilean Sea Bass from the market so we can experiment with new and wonderful seafood dishes at home. While Mom and Dad were here we stopped at any great restaurant we could find that offered to challenge our taste buds with new and delectable flavors and food pairings.


And then...we danced! Yes, since learning of their plans to visit I had begun looking for something fun and exciting to take my parents to do. Friday, the 22nd was reserved for our surprise plans. I had my eye on tickets to see the Gipsy Kings at the Chateau St. Michelle Winery in Woodinville. They fell through and I was about to instate "plan B" when I took one last look online, which resulted in four second-row tickets to the the Gipsy Kings on what turned out to be the most spectacular day. It was, for lack of less cliche wording, as good as it gets.


All-in-all, it was a riot of a time and I was sad to see it end. When they left the car at the airport it hit me like a concrete wall that I had actually moved and started a new path half way across the country. And they were going back to what I have always known of a life. But it is all wonderful because now I start to thread the two together for what appears will be one bad-ass woven outcome!

Monday, August 4, 2008

Seafair weekend

Many thanks to my mom and dad who provided me with an awesome digital camera, which allowed me to provide you all with the photos in my slideshow from this past weekend's Seafair! (I think they became fed up with me talking about all my new adventures and not providing the photo proof to back it up.) In any case I am VERY thankful.

Strategically positioned on a grassy knoll just up from the water, Mike, his parents and I listened to the Blue Angels roar overhead throughout a show of acrobatics. Beneath us on the water there was hydroplane racing. What's that? All I know is that it is fast and looks treacherous. As if hydroplaning on asphalt weren't bad enough, these boat drivers careen around a looped course at top speeds with only floating cones and a line of multi-million dollar yaghts and sailboats to act as a bumper! Not to worry, the floating EMS was on standby.

Meanwhile, we had a great time visiting with Mike's parents, who are back in NY now. Mom and Dad arrive on the 15th. Yippee! I'm sending a great big hello to everyone. Miss you all!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Those who love, visit.


We moved at the end of February and wondered if we would be stranded up here with no family or friends who were willing to travel the miles to visit our new Northwest home. THANK GOODNESS you have all taken us at face value and actually started booking your trips :) We feel loved and I should also mention that we are having quite a bit of fun getting to know our area better as a result of the recent visitations. Keep 'em coming! Room and board is very reasonable.

Our list of visitors past, present and future:
  • Cousin Wesley and his girlfriend, Melanie

  • Paul Hutzler

  • Mike's parents (presently with us)

  • My parents (coming in August)

  • UP FOR GRABS!

Congratulations to Alex and Jamie on their recent move to Colorado Springs. You better believe we will be swapping fun visits soon! Grab some skis and get ready.

The Maps


Here's one for Mike...

Mike and I joke because he has a rather interesting and cute obsession with maps. I find him sitting on the couch often studying the inlets, inroads, in-and-outs of any map he can het his hands on. The result? Well, I know one thing. We can lead you anywhere you want to go when you get here. Heck, want directions on your visitation route? Mike could provide those as well.

I shouldn't joke. He is the one that helps get me out of my sticky driving situations when I am lost in the back roads of my own neighborhood. I'm the gal who drives an hour out of the way on a "hunch" that I might be headed in the right direction, only to find that I'm not at all. I would also argue however that it is good to get lost a little every now and again.

Since a week after we arrived Mike has had the entire Northwest figured out for what it is topographically. Yes, he's an engineer and not a maker of maps. Thank goodness for those with photographic memory and a good sense of direction. As for the others of us...we must fend for ourselves, stuck in the quagmire of north-south-east-west-ness!

Friday, June 27, 2008

Pushing 100!

Yeah baby! Word on the streets is that we are going to be pushing 100 degrees here this weekend. Summer has arrived! Texas...hope we are helping to relieve you from some of your sweltering summer heat misery by taking heat away from you. I'm sure you won't mind. We'll pass a cloud or two and perhaps some H2O your way. The snow is melting after all. Stay tuned for summer pics. I'll be attending my first Mariner's game on Monday.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Snakebit

Observe my vantage point from the overlook on Rattlesnake Trail. This particular 2-mile uphill hike brings you to a rock outcropping that is perfect for picnicking (so long as you can eat at a tilt) and presents you with a view of the Cascades that is pretty much unparalleled. Being from Texas I feel inclined to first clear up an issue regarding the appointed name of the trail. No, there are no rattlesnakes on this climb. In fact, snakes on the West side of the mountains in Washington--especially poisonous ones--are slim to none. Yay!

So far as I can figure the name must come from the approximate six sharp switchbacks (say that ten times quickly) that take you up the mountain at a particularly steep grade. I've hiked this trail twice now. The first time was a week after arriving in Seattle and the second time was on Father's Day, which also happened to be my Mom's birthday. Moms and pops alike were packing their small kids in Baby Bjorns and specialized packs up this trail in mass. I was just trying to pack myself up the trail! Geeze. It may only be two miles but it will take your breath away.

As another interesting side note, should you be in the NW and interesting in shopping for a dog, this is the place to be. From bottom to top you pass people towing every size and breed of dog. It is in essence, a dog feast and will make your pet senses drool with delight! Mike and I are snakebit with this new favorite.

America's Recession-Proof Cities (Forbes.com)

According to a recent article published by Forbes, Austin, Seattle, San Antonio, Dallas and Houston all made the top 10 list of currently recession-proof cities in which to live. Talk about taking the cake! Mind you, the list was compiled based largely on the status of the existing housing market in each respective city, as well as employment rates and other metropolitan vitals. It is a most interesting bit of information should you have an interest in looking it up online at Forbes.com. Of course, it is only a happy coincidence that I happened to move from one great recession-proof city to another. Hip, hip, HOORAY!

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

And the Thunder Rolls...

Garth Brooks will sing no lamenting songs of thunderous nights and lingering loves here. There are no thunderstorms to sing of. No tormented Texas black and blue skies, only grey. The rain here is steady spittle on the back of your neck. Bloodletting it is not.

Last week windows open I heard a deep and reminiscent rumbling. In the first moments I thought it was the grumbling of the monster truck downstairs. And then it hit me…thunder! Alas, it may not be furious, angry, evil and rattling but it is the sign of a thunderhead crashing in the horizon none the less. I’ll take what I can get. Every Texan needs a little angry weather every now and again.

Though awesome and relaxing, the constant calm of evergreens blowing in the breeze is best appreciated with a furious shake every now and again. As for Northwesterners…baby thunder here tends to be cause for celebration.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Gore-Tex Chic

It’s official: In this neck of the woods pinstripe and Gore-Tex are widely accepted as coordinating outfits. Don’t get me wrong. Many of my friends can tell you that I am by no means a fashionista. I’m of the breed who feels that wrinkles add character to an outfit and handkerchief do-rags are Sunday style at its best. Thus I was glad to stand behind a woman this morning at the local coffee joint who was dressed in pinstripes, stilettos and completed the outfit with her favorite bulky rain parka. After all, it was raining outside per the usual. A woman after my own instincts! Fleece and Gore-Tex – Don't leave home without it.