I like the dark meat, I'll take the leg

Damn, This is good stuff right here. "Man finds human leg in newly purchased Barbecue"
The story is complete with plane crash drama, good ol' South Carolina BBQ and some great names for the made for TV movie. The legless man is named John Wood and his mother is called Peg Steele....That's the best damn BBQ story I seen in years.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20982414/?GT1=10357

Trapped in a Pine Box

Famous French Mime, Marcel Marceau has died.
Colleagues of the former master mime had this to say
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with an especially heartfelt
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His last words were " "
Please join me in a moment of silence.

Planes, Cranes and Automobiles

My Saturday Travelogue.
I began Saturdays like I begin most Saturdays...cursing myself for not having coffee onhand and trying in vain to function without my caffeinated beverage of choice. After a big cup of Joe from the evil giant coffee conglomerate we were on our way to "Everything Party" where you can buy everything you would need for a party. We loaded up on more Hotwheel/Nascar supplies than you can shake a stick at. Well...maybe more than a five year old can shake a stick at

...and then we tried on some hats.

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Our next stop was the Museum of Flight.

This is Mark and child disembarking the Concord

We also toured Air Force One from the Lyndon B-Nixon years. It was refreshing to board a plane without having to show my ID, take off my shoes or get patted down by TSA. Unfortunately, the beverage cart retired with Nixon.

Then it was off to IKEA. We went to IKEA so that Mark's son could play in the ball room at SMALAND and I could get a picture of my favorite sign.











Apparently it is only okay to hit co-workers with a forklift.


We wrapped up the day with Swedish meatballs and macaroni and cheese and headed home to watch the Three Caballeros.

We're In The Money!

Fifteen minutes (and a move to the boonies) saved me seven dollars on my car insurance.
That means I have an extra 85 cents of disposable income each and every month!!!!!
I'm going to waste the rest of my morning daydreaming about how to spend it....

Movin On Up...To The Eastside.

Well...I suppose it's official. I have given notice on my favorite steal of an apartment in Seattle. October 1st, I will officially be shacking up on the Eastside.

I have some things to get used to. I have lived in Seattle proper for 10 years. (Okay except for that brief lapse of judgement, when I thought Bothell was a good idea) So, I'll put aside my decade of Eastside bashing and admit that I actually really like Issaquah. It has all of the necessities within walking distance, Room 38 is a great little cocktail bar, Issaquah brewhouse serves up a damn fine brew and a tasty Gator Gumbo, We have a grocery store, a BBQ joint, good pizza, live theatre. As an avid outdoorsmen...which I am not, I might be excited that Issaquah has a number of trails and lakes and hikey-outdoorsey outsidey kinda REI type stuff to do.

There are lots of animals around here. I feel kind of like a gothic Snow White. We have giant beetles and spiders and raccoons.

This little red eyed cutie is our newest addition. We call him "Batista." We named him after my father, the former dictator of Cuba. He hung out with us for a couple of days. He got all nocturnal and moody and ran away when we told him "As long as you live attached to this roof, you will do what I say."

You know you are living in a small town when one of your favorite pastimes becomes pointing out the misspellings on the grocery store reader board.

That, said. You can get a lb of Strawberryes for 1.99

I Just Flew in From San Francisco...

...and boy are my arms tired.
My sore arms can't hold a candle to my angry liver.
Many glasses of wine, champagne and Martinis later, we are back in stormy Washington.

My series of gin soaked karaoke photos.








Mark and his manfriends
singing songs from "Grease."

We were better, only because we had wigs,
and horribly clashing dresses....and a lower alcohol tolerance.










Earlier that day...before the gin,
but after the Margaritas.