Friday, July 5, 2013

To The Beach, and step on it.

I’ve been wanting to go the beach for a while now.

So last weekend we did just that. I was treating Dave to a trip because the weekend before, our anniversary, we didn’t do too much. Well, I did a lot, but since Dave doesn’t run, or exercise much at all, he didn’t do so much with us.

We took a little trip to Westport. After a rocky start (as Dave gets nervous when I don’t give him step by step directions-for example, stop now, red light. No, seriously, he knows the way to the highway……I didn’t think I needed to reiterate that one) we crossed over to the other side and took off.


Nice day, beautiful mountains, no U turns.

We went to Westport. It was sunny most of the way there-


I saw this in Aberdeen. Not sure why he’s riding in front of Taco Bell but there you go.


Almost there….


When we got to the beach it was still a little foggy/overcast-

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But as the day went on, it got sunnier and really quite pleasant.

We went crazy with the camera.

Sand Dollar….


Me holding a Sand Dollar….


Heart Shaped Rock…..


Weird Beach Organism……


Sun coming out…fog burning off…..


Someone with too much time on their hands at the beach



It’s a cow. More accurately a bull. (I am thinking of Laura for some reason-this would get a HUGE eyeroll-you can’t escape a bovine, even at the beach)

Dave, wearing my Spring Classic shirt (I did have to correct the girls who made my cheesecake ice cream cone that Dave did not run this race like they assumed since he was wearing the shirt. I ran this race and gave him the shirt. They were a little speechless about that. The cheesecake ice cream cone was delish, by the way)


Us doing a scary selfie. I don’t know why I’m putting this picture in here because it’s incredibly non flattering. But there it is. (And not as non flattering as some pictures I put in here-but read on)


We had a wonderful lunch here-right on this very deck. But there were umbrellas because it was kinda sunny.

And of course the ice cream.

We walked along the piers and saw a charter boat that had sunk at the dock. I didn’t take a picture-don’t know why. But note to self-don’t book that charter (shades of Gilligan’s Isle)

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We got home in the afternoon and it was HOT. Last weekend upper 80’s, low 90’s. We had to buy a fan at Big Lots. Just sayin’.

Now, to go backwards in time, just because it’s how this post is rolling, before the weekend we went to Stitch and Pitch on Thursday the 27th at Cheney Stadium.

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I didn’t have my camera, only my phone so these pics aren’t the greatest. But that’s Martha and me knitting, watching the game and posing with the mascot, whose name is Rhubarb. Really. And although it makes a delicious pie, "Rhubarb," is baseball slang for an on-field argument or fight. (Thanks Wikipedia-and thanks for also pointing out it’s a 1951 movie too).

And no stitch and pitch is complete without some vendors-fiber shopping was mandatory.


That was a very fun time. I think we might go back and watch another game in the near future. My sister said we can do our own stitch while they pitch. So be it.

I participated in a swap and my friend Jill sent me a nice box of goodies.


That’s a little project bag under the yarn, and she made the wrapping paper with pictures of her cats. And made me a book to record my projects in. Very clever!

Yesterday was the 4th of July. (Quick subject changes-best to keep up if you want to follow along)

We got up early and walked at Chambers Bay-


I was technically beyond that point. Nice hair. (No there are even more unflattering pictures-but this is the last one of me)


Hello Kitty came out with Creepy Guy, her boyfriend, or something, and they took a little stroll.


I only add this to the blog roll because please, I beg you now, please tell me, if I ever dress this way in public, that I need to go home and rethink my whole life. Fashion tip #147-do not let your stomach roll over your tutu. Ever. (I guess you could call this unflattering, but I think this is the look she was actually going for….)

Jack got out and ignored me.


My bee garden is crazy, by the way-


I know.

In the afternoon (we are still on the 4th, by the way) we went over to the apartment and had dinner.

I took some pictures of a few things-like this--

Little bonsai guy sitting under the bonsai tree next to the bonsai rock…


This scary thing-not sure what my motivation was


Why is his hand so giant?

My sister Martha hung the flag


and the lake was busy, but you can’t really tell by this.


and where the rich people live-they were busy in their yard and on their open air patio-but you can’t see that very well here either. Maybe if you make it bigger……


Martha and I were checking it out by looking through the binoculars of voyeurism curiosty (at least that’s what she calls them-I’m thinking maybe a little too curious-but still within the law. At least I’m pretty sure it’s within the law. No, it is. Really.)

Dave played cards and lost. I was happy that he lost because he seems to win all the time when we play, so much so that I won’t play with him anymore. Ever. I guess this time he couldn’t make up the rules fast enough to win.


And of course there was cooking going on. Always that. With Grampa in the background.


And then we went home. It was like world war three until about 2 AM. Being from small towns the past 20 years or so it’s usually fairly quiet after the big fireworks show ends. Living in the city is a whole other story. I found a bottle rocket in the pathway to our basement-which is a pretty small space to be hitting with a large bottle rocket.

But I suppose everyone had fun-even if they made me just a little bit crazy(er).

I have today, Friday off, and plan to go and do nothing at all until Dave gets home-

Carpe Diem**


** “Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the 'Titanic' who waved off the dessert cart.”
Erma Bombeck

Carpe Diem: Seize the day
Carp e denim: There’s a fish in my pants

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