The “It’s all about Me” issue

So, it really is all about me. And it’s about time.

Enjoying my final week at the job I’ve had since September. Looking forward to starting a new job, close to home, right in Tacoma. Even better. No more of this crap-

However, I want to stop changing jobs now. It’s time to settle down. Because otherwise, I feel like life is finally getting back to normal.

So, back to me. Last week I did a couple of things.

One day Dave, me and the dogs took a walk to Day Island.

And then there’s me-in baggy pants. Jeesh.

See what I mean? No one has ever told me those pants looked like riding jodhpurs.

The next day I did the bar run-starting from Dorky’s in beautiful downtown Tacoma.

Me and 40 or 50 of my closest friends running in the dark through downtown. It’s really quite a blast. I tried to interest Dave in a stroll but he was more interested in the games than the run.

Did I mention I got a new Cybershot? Well I did and it’s pretty small and you can get your finger in front of the lens if you aren’t careful.

See where this is going-because here’s the pic Dave took of me running by him on the street.

Nuff said.

The bulbs are really coming up.

 

And Jack got out last week. Which I thought might be good for him, because I am having a wee bit of an issue with cats these days.

First it was this-

Innocent enough, a couple of balls of yarn brought upstairs.

Like this….

 

But then, just the other day, I went downstairs and found this

What? (returning to the scene of the crime)

 

Someone has a problem. Although…

I did find the color grouping and the combination of textures intriguing.

No wait-obviously the next purchase is a door to the stash. Because someone is out of control.

This weekend I raced.

There’s me-running in the pink.

I ran well and after 9.3 miles I was done.

How great is that? But the best part is today, when I read the results, I was #1 in my age group. The worst part is that they got my age wrong and they think I am 59. Say what? I sent an e-mail today to correct. I still placed, in top 5 masters, 2nd in my age-my real age that is.

Because 59? No, I can’t even cheat and feel good about that.

So, as my favorite saying goes-

That’s enough about me, what about you, what do you think of me?

Quit Complaining

You know, some people (Laura, Nancy…) have bitched about mentioned that on occasion the blog has gotten a little behind.

May I say, in my defense, that some people (same as above mentioned) do not realize the obstacles that I  face.

Exhibit A

Anyone seeing an issue here?

 

Wait-let me get closer.

Really? Enough said.

I haven’t been showing off the fact that 1) I was weeding the garden two weeks ago which was 2) the same weekend I planted flowers in the beds.

Oh I know it. This would be unthinkable right now in St. Charles, where it was 5 degrees this AM.

And lastly, this weekend was Madrona, the knitting Mecca of Tacoma. I even took a day off for it.

The events started on Thursday. I rushed home from work to meet up with my friend Julie. We had delicious dinner at the Sushi place (I LOVE the Sushi place), then we went to the Madrona Teachers Talent Show.

I got one picture of Stephanie Pearl-McPhee because there was a strict media ban AND, well, as she said, you really can’t explain the Teacher’s Talent Show anyway.

Oh My God she is hilarious. The best MC ever for a talent show. She told very bad jokes like-Where do you find a dog with no legs?

Right where you left him.

Sooooo, moving on.

Friday Martha came down. Mother got sprung from the nursing home so that took up some of the morning.

BUT-the afternoon was market place at Madrona.

I tried to hold back but did get a bag (so I could deconstruct and copy it make some of my own  admire the craftmanship) and a skein of yarn with a pattern to make a head band.

I saw a giant ball of yarn with giant knitting needles..

Hard to tell that it’s a giant ball of yarn, so here’s Martha, used shamelessly for scale….

Fabulous.

Today, Saturday, we shopped around this AM for toilet risers. No, not for us. Yet. And we each took a class this afternoon at Madrona, which was fab.

And now, I am spending the evening with Dave, because I really haven’t seen him since Wednesday, and I need a little down time.

Nothing like a fab 3 days, ending up with down time at home with Dave.

Beat that.

And quit complaining……

 

I Can’t Make This Up-

But I wish I could.

Conversation with my 28 year old son this AM-on Facebook.

Blane Geddes why is the rum gone?

Sarah Melde You better be kidding.

Blane Geddes i was, i dont drink rum. but wait till you hear my phone story

Sarah Melde Oh God........Please tell me you still have your phone.

Blane Geddes call it please

Sarah Melde I called it and no one answered. What does that mean?

Blane Geddes god dammit. I have the back half of it and i dont know where the rest of it is. I never left here last night so it must be here somewhere. it aint easy beein me

Sarah Melde Say what? You have the back half and not the actual phone? How much did you drink last night?

Sarah Melde It rings for a while so it's on, not going straight to VM.

Blane Geddes keep callin it i heard it vibratin

Blane Geddes its under the fridge, ill call ya in a minute

Sarah Melde I'm not even there and I'm finding your crap. (PS Is it humiliating to have a convo with your mother on FB?)

Alder Olive so funny!

Even better is that he told his brother that he lost his phone down the toilet (no, I don’t know why), then left me a Voice Mail to tell me not to tell his brother that he actually lost his phone under the refrigerator. Should I point out there is this huge thread on FB for all the world to see, including his brother, or wait until the obvious?

Sigh.

The One Where Grampa Turns 90……

AND GRAMMA TRIED TO DIE.

So, Grampa’s birthday was last weekend. And it was quite the party.

We planned for a couple or three months to have a nice party for G-pa. We invited all sorts of family members (and adopted family members), set up the Tacoma Country Club, made the menu’s, got the cake, and settled in for a fun reunion.

Blane, Cody, and Marel (Cody’s girlfriend, also a dr student-they were known as “The Doctors”) arrived

But let me back up-

During the afternoon of this day, Blane and the dr.’s were out in the front yard playing Frisbee when this happened-

Do you see the problem here? A car is not supposed to be driven up over the sidewalk and forcibly parked on the decorative rocks of the Valencia Apartments.

So, when I drove up, I saw all sorts of cops in front of my house and I couldn’t get to my house the usual way I wondered what the hell my family was up to now.

Turns out that during the Frisbee game, the old guy pulled out in front of the silver car guy and the rest is history. The Frisbee players all turned around when they heard the noise, and, as Blane tells the story, “Marel took a Frisbee to the dome” Yep, the Frisbee was released just as the accident occured and Marel caught said Frisbee with her head.

Either way, no one, including Marel, was hurt. The boys helped the old guy out of the car and someone called 911. The rest is history.

Who says this burg isn’t happening?

But back to the story of the party-

We went out to dinner with my cousins who I hadn’t seen for a while on Friday, and then on Saturday it was time for the party.

I got the phone call around 9ish that Mother wasn’t well. I called the Dr’s and my sister and we all showed up to the apt. After some talk, we decided that I would take Mother to the hospital as she seemed very dehydrated and out of it. So, I did.

The Dr’s went to get ready and I lined out Dave and Blane on cake duty-

It was a fab cake-

A forest scene.

I got to go see it. For a while. Because I spent all of the day, except for a couple of hours, in the ER. With Mother.

But, I did get over to the party, which was super fab, and got some food and some pics-

 

Family-

Old Cousins

Young Cousins

BFF’s

Garner cousins

Adopted family! (Mara tara…..Those who know, know)

Nina and I were reminiscing about our childhood and Mara said we were “terrible”. Us? Nina and I still can’t believe she would say such a thing…

And my Rosie Girl-

And after all was said and done, here’s Dave, who came down about 3 to sit with me and Mother.

The ER is so much fun.

Mother didn’t do so well throughout the day. And by about 6 we realized, much to our horror, that she was not just dehydrated, but was actually having a massive GI bleed, and was trying very hard to bleed out. Once we figured that out, people moved quickly and off they whisked her to the ICU. Several units of blood later, she perked up, but still remains in the hospital, much to our dismay.

So, today I am off to run, then to the hospital to see if we can expedite the process of springing her from their clutches.

So, G-pa turned 90 but it was a little bitter sweet.

Lastly, we did go the the home show at the Tacoma Dome this week. It was day one, Wed, and the last hour and a half so we basically had the place to ourselves.

The last place we went was the best place-the antique corner.

They had these-

They had all sorts of farm animals made out of recycled tin. But these reminded me of Beyonce-(go here for the backstory)

I wanted to get a farmload of metal livestock but Dave asked where would we put them and was all practical and realistic and a total buzzkill on the tin farm in the backyard. Sigh.

What a week.