I want one of these, please.
This inflatable lounger has two joystick-controlled shrouded propellers to move you around. My next home just might have its own pool, and then it’s on. I’ll never have to yell ‘Get me a drink’ again. Link –via Neatorama
Did you know that Harvey Danger, of 1998 “Flagpole Sitta” fame, was a Seattle band? Me neither. They are apparently still together, as well. I will be in their vicinity tonight at the
South Lake Union Block Party. Click on the link, the poster is cool.
I’m going for the cheap (free!) local food, Picoso, and the Mutt-Mazing Race. But Harvey Danger might just get a hold on me. How can I resist?
www.slublockparty.com
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Ever since we got to Washington, we’ve seen the out-doorsy. Even more than Texas, where I couldn’t believe how out-doorsy people were when I moved there. In TX, you run around the highways, in WA, you’re on them. So since we really need to keep up with these guys, and since we haven’t left the house since we took my parents to the airport, MK and I
went
kayaking.
It sounds like So! Much! Fun! right?
Well, we get in our little tandem hoopty ride, and we set off. In the wrong direction. After scooting ourselves to the lily pond area (finally!), I realize we are directly under a giant freeway that I have not had siesmically tested. I *might* have panicked, just a little. Silly, I know. I got better. We saw a heron.
We were out all afternoon, spying on the little duckies and such. It was tough going, against the tide and all that. And in a harbor, with giant yachts. That splashed you. I just realized my arms are really tired…
This is a stock photo, we decided not to bring the camera. No one really wants to see how I had to do all the work…
Someone knows what I’ve been up to… I am slowly walking away from the internet…
This month I increased my ability to run further, longer, more often, and am running out of breath less often. Oh and my feet are still yucky. Tee hee.
Final count on the Calendar of Progress:
I’m working on getting better at stretching before my runs, since the walking a block or two isn’t cutting it as a warm up. My legs have been extremely sore more often, and that’s a warning sign to me that I’m doing something wrong. I wish wish WISH that there were good classes at the gym here, I’m missing that the most out of anything. I saw people at Gas Works Park working out, but haven’t found any information on anyone doing anything I could get involved in. Not happy ’bout that!
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This is over a month old, I’m ashamed to admit. I would have had it much much sooner if I was better at the internet. I love Demetri Martin and didn’t even know he’d been on the Daily Show.
Here you go:
Ooh, and here’s another:
This post and the comments think this new CBS show looks pretty bad, but I’m willing to admit that I’ll check it out. They compare the cute one to French Stewart, which I don’t see in the least, but whatever. There’s a preview in the first link I think is pretty funny.
The last 48 hours have been spent mostly in bed. And cleaning a little. I only ate one meal since my parents left, since they kept us fed, and fed, and full and fed. Out of all the new restaurants we tried, the Pike Place Pub and Brewery was definitely my favorite. They sell 10% alcohol beer, party time. We also had chowder and clams and burgers and I actually managed to cook a few times on the roof.
I’m going to have to run twice a day for the next 100 days to undo the party damage. My only redeeming move was not eating at the baseball game. I saw more of this city this past week, and have to admit that my parents have been the most hard core visitors we’ve had yet. They never napped. I even had to take a time out one afternoon, I couldn’t keep up.
This weekend in Seattle for some reason Monster was handing out free drinks. I can only imagine my Mom and Dad were sneaking out when they said they were going to bed to find some and had three a morning or so.
This isn’t our picture, but I found it and couldn’t stop laughing, Mom REALLY loves Wally:
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There are quite a few things that I experienced at the baseball game Saturday that I was surprised by. The Red Sox winning for the first time at Safeco Field, well, that’s because Mom and Dad were there.
But the 38 ceremonial first pitches? I’ve never been to the beginning of a game. They’re long. I had no idea that more than one person per game throws a ball for no reason. Especially since they weren’t famous people.
Barry Bonds hit the tying home run on his mission to record break. I didn’t expect the entire crowd to boo louder than if they’d put Bin Laden’s picture up. The footage ran on all the screens twice and the crowd was quiet at first, then couldn’t let everyone else know loud enough the distaste they think of Bonds with.
People NOT watching the game was a little obnoxious too. I know in the cheap seats they’re there for the ‘rally fries’ but we had some super primo seats and those people are just there for seat fillers.
Then, post game, what do people do? Go to sleep. Not us, but people do. Silly baseball.
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