Saturday, December 20, 2008

The Weather Outside is Frightful- Make that Delightful

"December Storm" 2008 is underway, and just like every year our fair city can't handle the flakes and shuts down almost completely. Lack of snow removal equipment, a surplus of steep hills and drivers who, frankly, just aren't used to driving in inclement conditions result in a dysfunctional city when the snow arrives.

This year schools decided to mitigate damages by cancelling school on Wednesday because it might snow. It didn't. By Wednesday night the storm (second one in a week) came through and blanketed the region with a few inches resulting in school closures on Thursday and offices being closed.

I was downtown finishing up some errands and shopping for my trip and, although there were a few people walking around, it was sparse enough to be a bit eerie. As if the retailers weren't suffering enough, now we have a snow storm that keeps people housebound. I walked through Pike Place Market and the few vendors who did make it in to open their stall, looked very maudlin. The looks on their faces said "please, buy something- anything."

Personally, I love the snow and even the cold doesn't bother me much. I find this weather so much more inspiring than the usual torrential rains we get this time of year. It's, of course, easy for me since I don't actually need to be anywhere and my business isn't losing money. So, sure, I can have my Polly Anna positive outlook while others are suffering.

The complaint I can't buy, however, is how after one day at home several people have moaned about being a shut-in. C'mon, it's been a day. One day. You mean to tell me you can't just enjoy one day at home alone? You can't find things to keep you busy if you're a Type A individual? You can't just take the opportunity to hunker down with some tea and read that book you never seem to have time for? I could stay home for a week alone and never get bored. Walking in the snow is invigorating and if bundled properly, very safe. I've got a Dr. Seuss stack of books to read. That pile of movies the Lacey man sent me is still unwatched. Plus, Christmas is approaching. Bake cookies, get creative with your Christmas wrapping, make your New Year's plans. I don't know. Just embrace the situation and stop complaining. It's what is so, so enjoy it!

Monday, December 15, 2008

The Current Job Sitch

The opportunity for picking up the odd temp job here and there has decreased drastically this month. With the sudden surge of unemployed workers in the area, there are a lot more of us out there vying for the same crap paying jobs that are available. Plus, with my pending Viet Nam trip lasting almost three weeks, I'm not exactly the ideal candidate for employment. Employers want someone to start immediately and work through the holidays. Imagine that. Personally, I thought working three weeks, taking three weeks off and then returning to work was the perfect scenario. Not so.

Last week, I had an interview as a sales associate at the top bridal shop in the area. That would have been entertaining. During the interview while talking about my own 1980's wedding, I caught the interviewer's eyes go straight for my left ring finger. "Oh, you won't find anything there," I said with a laugh. Aside from the fact that I might come off as a cynical old divorce amongst a room full of tittering young brides and bridesmaids, we really hit it off. She showed me a photo of a relative's 1986 wedding and we commiserated over the classic 80's gowns and big hair.

She gave me a tour of the facility which included individual full sized bridal rooms complete with everything the bride-to-be would need to accessorize her try-on experience, a daylight room, and a runway! As she walked me through the hundreds of gowns, she was dropping names faster than I could pick them up, Alvina Valenta, Sally Crew, Paloma Blanca. While I tried to appear knowledgeable in the area of wedding fashion designers, I'm sure my face said "who are these people?"

In the end, she told me she would have loved to have hired me, but she needed someone here through the holidays. Understood. Clearly that wasn't the most ideal job for me regardless. Me, assisting rich, young brides in buying something that I now know is the most ridiculous expense in a girl's life? My own gown is still in my closet mocking me - and taking up valuable space. But I could have faked it and it would have provided so much fodder for my blog!

Next experiment- "Mystery Shopping." I'd heard of it and wondered how it worked. I register on the site (this in itself is a time consuming process) and sign up for my first shop. It's a Greyhound Bus assignment. All I need to do is call Greyhound, find out when the bus to Vancouver or Spokane leaves, go down to the station with a large piece of packed check-in luggage (full enough to be believable) and buy the ticket for either city. I must arrive at least 30 minutes before the departure time, but no earlier than an hour prior. While there I'm to check out the station, the restroom, count customers, take certain mental notes and leave. Come back to the house and complete their report. Simple, this ought to take an hour of my time and it pays $22.

I pack my luggage, haul it to the #8 Metro bus stop two blocks from my house, walk five more blocks to the Greyhound station, stand in a very long line (40 minutes so far). Time is ticking and the agent calls out "anyone waiting for the bus to Vancouver, BC?" BC? Crap, I'm suddenly not sure if I need to buy the ticket to Vancouver, BC or Vancouver, WA. The instructions didn't say. But they did say, "You must follow the instructions exactly or you will not get paid or reimbursed for your ticket." Oh dear. I'm panicked now. What do I do? It's finally my turn and I ask the agent what time the next bus leaves for Spokane. Not until 5.30 p.m. I'm four hours too early. That isn't part of the instructions either! Crap crap crap. I can't think. I buy the ticket to Spokane.

I have to inspect the restroom and where is it? UP a flight of stairs! I haul my believably heavy luggage up the flight of stairs and do the inspection. I leave the bus depot and head back to catch my #8 bus home. While I'm waiting, I'm also stewing about this ticket I bought. I'm just certain they are going to claim my shop invalid and deny me payment or reimbursement. I can't afford a bloody $42 unused bus ticket! I march back to the bus depot, my believably heavy luggage in tow, gave the agent some story and asked for a refund. It was a convincing tale, so she didn't suspect a thing. I finally got home THREE hours later, unpacked my bag, completed my report explaining the discrepancy between the two Vancouver's. They actually paid me.

I decided not to sign up for any more shops that required me to actually purchase anything I didn't want. My next shop was to pose as a wealthy homeowner planning a bathroom remodel job. I was told to, dress up a bit, and have the name of a made up architect or designer to appear more believable. I had to make an appointment with a sales associate at a high end tile store and spend 20-30 minutes discussing my plans and wait for the associate to write up an estimate. This shop did take about an hour and it paid $15. But the guilt of wasting the woman's time ate at my conscience. And I now have a bag full of sample tiles.

The following three shops required me to assess the Green Peace guys on various street corners downtown. I was to spy on them from afar first and note how they approached different people, then walk past and let them snag me, listen to their entire spiel paying attention to all the details, and then leave them stranded without signing up (actually, signing up was an option, but I opted out.). Again, I felt a bit bad about wasting their time, but I'm getting used to this gig by now. These shops were also $10 each and each took about an hour plus my walk downtown (30 minutes).

My final shop last week required me to inquire about and then purchase an eggnog latte at Peet's Coffee & Tea on Upper Queen Anne. Why the eggnog? Blech. Any other holiday latte, but the eggnog, please! I did the shop, bought the latte, and it was actually drinkable. I had a nasty cold and couldn't really taste much, so that probably helped. Again, that shop was fairly easy and painless and also paid $10.

Final consensus? It was a lot of running around town for a total of $77. I'm sure there is an easier way. Like maybe actually working at Peet's Coffee Shop for minimum wage. I'll re-visit that thought after my three week vacation.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Dating in Seattle- Or Not

I've pulled up my line from the 'Barrel of Fish' and put it away for the season. Internet dating just isn't my thing. I'm not sure how I'll meet my mate, but there's got to be a better way. I will say, however, that one of my man pals met a woman from the POF site. She lives in Vermont, he in Seattle. She flew out to meet him face to face this weekend to see if they are 'a match.' I'm dying for the consensus. I love hearing success stories.

'Tis the season. My friend, the Culinary Queen, met her man in school at the start of spring quarter and they announced their engagement just before Thanksgiving. My San Diego pal is jetting off to Jamaica for the holidays and plans to pop the question- or at least broach the subject - to her fella. I'm secretly suspecting at least one or two more announcements by the time 2009 rolls around.

I was telling an old high school friend, who is married, about my lack of dating luck and she says to me "do you text?" I don't and apparently that's my problem. "All the single people I know text to date," she said.

She's right. Singles aren't asking each other out on proper dates. It's a text message "are you going to be out tonight? You want to hook up later?" or the ever famous, yet irritating and grammatically incorrect, "where u at?" That's exactly right! Remember the POF guy who sent me a 'spontaneous' text message at 4.45 p.m. asking me to dinner right then? If I'm going to date, I might have to put my old fashion ways aside or be stuck dating geezers. Even using the word "text" as a verb drives me insane. My hairs go up especially fast when someone says "he texted me..." "Texted?" You've got to be kidding.

On Friday I had dinner with my friend whose husband died suddenly a year ago August. Her five year old son asked her recently when they were going to get a new daddy. Heartbreaking as that is, my friend keeps her sense of humor. Her son even came up with a list of criteria:

1. He must not be married
2. He must not be related
3. He must not be in jail

Hmmm....smart kid. Maybe I need to keep my criteria as simple as that.

Nah. I'll stick to the list that's as long as my arm. I enjoy a challenge.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Home Stretch

Here we are two days in. Into December, that is- the home stretch of 2008. Suddenly we are reminded of those New Years resolutions set way back in January. What were they? Simplify life. Have a plan by fall. Ummm, I think that is all I could muster up at the time (http://wandrwoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-super-new-year.html) and even that was pretty undoable as it turns out. Well, if by 'simpler life' I meant work less and have less, I guess I have accomplished that much. And if by 'have a plan by fall' I meant come up with an outline of a variety of possibilities, then, okay, I've got that covered too. Can't totally beat myself up, now can I?

Besides entering the month of holiday hub bub, which I could simply do without, we're also entering the month of too much spending, family stress, overbooked social calendars, head colds, and an overload on Christmas music, Christmas related foods and Christmas decorations. I know I know, I sound like Eb Scrooge. I'm not really a Scrooge (well, maybe a tiny bit), but I just think so much of the season is lost on us as human beings during this month. I witnessed one interviewee tell a news reporter that things are so tight this year she is going to have to reduce the gift to her sister from $200 to $100. Okay, 'Sister McCain,' get a grip. I realize everybody has different spending habits, different incomes and different expectations, but wow. No offense, Friends and Family, but I'm not sure even if I had the money, I'd spend $200 on each of you. Sorry, not a Scrooge, just reasonable.

I so enjoyed the holidays when I lived abroad. For one thing, I never heard the phrase "Happy Holidays" until about three days before Christmas. Although there were holiday decorations sparkling throughout the major cities' squares, people put their Christmas trees up a few days before Christmas, not four weeks prior. Our trees are practically dead by the time Christmas rolls around. "Johnny, don't bump the tree or the needles will drop!" Hell, the needles will drop if you just walk past it too quickly.

Although the Christmas frenzy and commercialism give me a bit of angst, there are a few holiday traditions I do actually enjoy and embrace. Last Sunday some friends invited me to join them for the "Festival of Trees" at the Fairmont Hotel and the Gingerbread House Exhibit at the Sheraton. These are free exhibits open to the public and truly amazing and inspirational.

I also enjoy homemade Christmas cookies...a lot. Not a lot of cookies, I just enjoy them immensely. And most of all, I love the classic holiday movies "White Christmas," "Gift of the Magi," "It's a Wonderful Life, "Home for the Holidays," and, of course, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas."

So even though this Grinchy Scrooge is flying away for the holidays to avoid the whole routine, she does have a special place in her heart for the Space Needle all lit up-a beautiful scene!


Friday, November 21, 2008

On the Road Again

I spent the last three days driving a woman's car from Seattle to Denver. She's relocating to Vale, CO but didn't want to drive there, so she hired me to transport her car. Being the somewhat adventurous woman that I am, I figured it'd be a bit of a gas. I'd see some parts of the country I hadn't seen before and it'd be an interesting experience. I didn't plan how many miles I'd drive each day exactly, or where I'd stay each night. I barely plan my life, why would I plan a three day car trip. I knew I needed to be at the Denver airport at 11.00 a.m. on Friday. What more did I need to plan?

Somewhere between Pendelton, OR and Ogdan, UT I began to realize there was a reason I hadn't been to this neck of the woods til now. After half a day driving through the desolate sage brush country of Eastern Washington, I landed in Pendelton ready for a comfortable bed, a hot meal and some exploration. It was nearing on 7.00 when I rode into town and the entire place was buttoned up tight as a drum by then. I found a cheap, yet comfortable motel, "America's Best Value Inn," and wandered out to find that hot meal. After a satisfying Mexican meal I asked the waitress if there was a grocery or drug store nearby I could walk to. She explained that her town only had a Safeway and a Walmart and they were both very far. I could not walk there. I decided to take a meander around myself. I needed the exercise after all day driving and the Mexican food needed a chance to settle. It wasn't all that far before I ran into an Albertson's.

The next day I headed out in good weather toward La Grande, pronouncing it in my head with a Mexican accent, trilling the 'r' a bit and emphasising the 'e'. I hit some serious fog going over "Dead Man's Pass". The truckers and I were creeping along gripping the steering wheel. Well, I was gripping mine, I can't speak for the experienced truckers. I caught a glimpse of a sign that read "View Point" and had a tinge of annoyance. Sure, I finally come across something worth viewing and I can't even see the hood of my car. The creeping went on for what seemed like hours, but it was probably only about 45 minutes or so. When we get out of the fog and back into daylight, I drive into La Grande for refueling and a latte. I'm actually in search of a Starbucks which I find a bit humorous considering the size of these towns. Unlike good 'ol Seattle with a Starbucks, Tully's or Seattle's Best on every corner, the rest of the country pretty much serves coffee from a pot that's been on the burner far too long.

While entering the town, I switch the radio station to an audible one and hear the announcer talking about La Grande and he's pronouncing it like, well...a hill billy. La Grand- with a real emphasize on the AND. I laugh a little at my assumption of how the town would be called. And I laugh a little more when I find a Starbucks. Yes, inside the Safeway store. Yea! Pumpkin Spice Latte and hit the road.

Approximately five hundred miles of brown sage brush and rolling lifeless hills of McCain Country later, I land in Ogdan, UT. For some reason I had the idea this would be an actual town. It was a suburb at best with a couple of four lane roads lined with fast food joints and chain restaurants. My slumber choices were Motel 6 or The Royal Inn. Believe it or not the Motel 6 looked the least seedy. I was starving by now and wanted a hot sit down meal before crashing for the night. Clearly there was to be no nightlife or exploration in this town. My sit down dining choices consisted of Chili's or Applebee's. I flipped a mental coin and chose Applebee's. I'd never actually eaten at either. It was about how I'd expected. Dark green carpet, chairs with wheels on them, those hanging stained glass lamps over every table and a lot of poor food choices. I ordered off the "Weight Watcher's" menu and had a grilled chicken, roasted potatoes and broccoli. It was hot and filled me up. Except for the satisfying part, mission accomplished.

I then headed on to my Motel 6 experience. The last time I stayed at a Motel 6 I think I was about 18 when I snuck off with my boyfriend. Not much has changed except the price. Instead of $13.99 the room rate was $43.99 plus tax. I paid the extra $2.99 for internet, but then it didn't work, so got a refund. Upon taking stock of the room, I realized what I got at the "Value Inn" for an extra $20.00- shampoo, conditioner, body lotion, coffee, microwave, refrigerator, king sized bed, hair dryer, and internet connection. It was my feeling that Motel 6 prided themselves on a clean sparse environment for which to sleep, shower and leave promptly in the a.m. No problem since that was my plan anyway. I actually slept quite well. But then after 9 hours in the car anyone should sleep well.

Next day consisted of 8-9 hours of ...you guessed it, more sage brush, more brown fields of nothing as far as the eye could see. By now I'm hoping my 'employer' doesn't have an Obama sticker on the back bumper or I'm going to get shot for sure. I'm starting to get a bit rummy by this point. Other than my one proper meal per day at dinner time, I've been sustaining on a diet of car snacks: cheese and crackers, trail mix, a couple of apples and some supposedly healthy fruit snack moms guiltlessly feed their children that are really nothing more than candy. I've listened to more country music and Christian stations than I ever knew existed. I think we might have one of each in Seattle. I heard young country, fresh country, old country, best country. It was getting to the point where I actually knew the words to some of the songs by this point and was singing along. I was also making up stories about my fellow drivers. Each day you'd get into a clump and drive with the same people all day long. I'd pass Ms. Florida, then stop at a rest stop, get back on the freeway and Ms. Florida would soon pass me. It would go on like this all day. Where is Ms. Florida headed? She has a mattress in the backseat. Is she moving back to Florida? Oh, there goes Mr. and Mrs. Utah for the third time today. They are going east. For Thanksgiving maybe? See the grand kids? Then, of course, there are the truckers hauling who knows what in those trailers. More stories to invent. Oh, here's my favorite country song, yet again.

I arrived in Golden, outside of Denver Thursday night and stayed at my cousin's house before meeting my car's owner at the airport in the a.m. It was a good drive. The roads were clear, the weather optimal and I got here safely. Would I do it again? You betcha.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Forget Paris

And Prague, Amsterdam, Lisbon, Athens. I don't actually need to forget Paris, or any of my other favorite travel destinations, but I need to find another way to remember them.

I seem to have lost track of time. I'll be telling a story of my six month sabbatical when I traipsed off to Europe after my divorce in 2002. The six months that turned into three plus years. Someone will ask me "when did you return to Seattle?" Ummm, errr, eh hem...two and a half years ago. Two and a half years ago? Already? How did that happen? It seems like only yesterday (or maybe a year ago) I landed back in Seattle, set up a "temporary" apartment where minimal wall hangings have been hung, and told friends and family I'd be out of this city in six months. Bags would be packed and I'd be off to explore new territories, delving into another adventure. Or at the very least, setting up camp in a new city.

I'm reminded daily of my past European days and how long ago they actually were. The pajama bottoms I bought in Prague in a very cold 2002 winter are beginning to fray around the waistband. These flannels got me through some horrifically cold nights abroad. My well loved bikini from the Greek Island of Skiathos purchased the summer of 2003 has faded from its vibrant royal to a dull sea soaked drab, blotchy, bluish tone. The funky stylish shoes I bought in Amsterdam for New Years Eve 2004 have walked equal distance from the Netherlands to Seattle. I'm still wearing them, but they really should retire. To be honest, I'll probably squeak one more season out of them, though. The red Haviannas (Lisbon, Spring 2004) are still some of the most comfortable flip flops in my collection - and I do have quite the collection. However, they are beginning to show some serious signs of wear and tear. The lining of the winter coat bought in Turkey November 2005 has long since torn and I've lost my keys or other precious objects through the holes in the pockets more times than I can count. The zipper finally broke altogether last season and I was forced to bid it a farewell.

And my most coveted item, the jean jacket given to me in Prague by my favorite travel buddy the spring of 2003, is held together by mere threads. The pockets boast flag pins of the places I lived during that wonderful and memorable period of my life. I can't wash the jacket or it will disintegrate completely. However, if I wear it any longer, my Seattle friends will pick it off my body like a vulture picking at a weak crow. I'm sure they can hardly stand to see me donning that garment at this stage. I try not to wear it, but sometimes it's the only thing that seems to suit my mood. The fabric is so soft at this point, the comfort is warming and the memories it brings are soothing.

I guess it's time to bid ado to many of these old European garments and look ahead to the future. It's okay to keep the stories of my life abroad, tell a tale or two now and then when appropriate. But clinging to the scraps of threadbare fabric can't be healthy for a woman trying to move into the next phase of her wonderful life and stop re-living the last episode via her clothes.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Plenty Off Ish

As much as there has been a certain amount of synergy happening in my life, it hasn't been in the area of romance, that's for sure.

I had my first date with a guy from Plenty of Fish (a.k.a. Plenty Off Ish) last night. This guy contacted me first. Then he suggested we meet. This was about a month ago. Due to a variety of circumstances we haven't been able to actually hook up since our first interaction on the internet.

Last night at nearly Five Oh Oh, I get a text message...yeah a text message...asking if I'd like to join him for dinner. I didn't actually see the message until a little after five and I didn't reply right away. I had to hem and haw and stew about it for a few moments. 1. a text message? 2. at five o'clock in the evening? 3. a last minute invitation for dinner? 4. how soon can I be ready? I was sort of in the middle of something 5. I was planning to go to yoga. Do I want to forfeit my yoga? 6. OK, we've been trying to meet, let's just go with this and be spontaneous!

So I call him back, not text. He doesn't answer. I leave a voice message. He calls me back and asks me where would be good for dinner. He asks me to dinner and then doesn't have anything in mind? I get really tired of always having to do the work when it comes to dating.

We were discussing a good meeting spot when I almost said "wherever is convenient for you" and stopped myself short. No, no, no. There I go being all accommodating. I'm the one without a car. He asked me. Let him come to me. And he did come to my neighborhood. I suggested a variety of restaurants, he picked one and we met there. Perfect.

The man was pleasant enough. Isn't that just how you'd want a date to describe you, "pleasant enough?" At the end of the meal (which he paid for), he asked if I wanted to go for a coffee, so we did. He nodded to his car parked across the street obviously making a point to work it into the conversation somehow. I glanced over and said it was nice. However, honestly, I had no idea what it was, but it did look nice. I was looking at it from the side and had no clue of the make or model. I'm not into cars anymore. I used to be years ago. Now I don't even own a car, so I'm really not into them. If they have wheels and an engine, I think they're fantastic. So I fessed up and asked him what it was. He laughed at me and told me it was a Mercedes. He also said it was a very rare model. So I committed the ultimate faux pas by not knowing what the car was and failing to show just how impressed I was. I forgot about men and their cars. Oh well. I think by that point, we knew we were not a match anyway. Yup, that's dating. I'll keep at it.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

The Day After

There's nothing left to say. It's all been said. It's all been filmed, photographed, recorded and U-Tubed.

All I can add at this point is a big 'ol "Whoooo Hoooo!"

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Serendipity, Synchronicity, Serenity Now!

Lately my life has taken on a state of synchronization. I began my life coaching seminar with Landmark Education a few weeks ago. The first session was all about "getting in the game." The Sunday following that session, I attended church at the invitation of an old friend I recently reconnected with. The topic of the sermon was also all about getting in the game. Huh. That's curious, I thought.

The next week the Landmark session focused more on 'creating possibilities' for ourselves. I went to church with my friend again the following Sunday and what do you suppose was the topic of the day's sermon? Absolutely. Creating dreams, setting goals and going for them in life.

By now I'm wondering if the preachers are somehow affiliated with the Landmark Education organization?

I've also been re-reading The Secret, which focuses on creating the life you want. Again, a reiteration of the Landmark Education mission.

AND I was already in the process of applying for grad school at Seattle Pacific University (a Christian university) when my friend invited me to her church, a church that seems to genuinely resonate with me. No, I'm not a member yet...I'm just being open and checking it out. Trying it on...seeing if this is for me or not.

As if that isn't enough serendipity to make me aware of what might be going on here, it turns out that the friend I've been going to church with, has the same business idea as I've been discussing with several people the last few weeks. A discussion of our dreams over coffee Sunday evening revealed we are a match! We are exploring a partnership. Yea for us. Now for the serenity of feeling like I know where I'm headed...or, the chaos of starting up something new, yet again.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy

Halloween is such a great holiday. A day to dress ourselves up in our alter-egos. No one else can really convince you of a costume you should wear. It has to resonate with you somehow. Someone will say "hey, you should be a (fill-in here)" and even if it's a great idea for someone, it may not be a great idea for you. The costume has to speak to you.

The Halloween pre-func is some of the best part of the whole night. I went to my friend's house where we had dinner, drank wine and passed out candy to trick or treaters, while we helped each other into our getups before heading out to the parties. I opted for the Sugar Plum Fairy and my pal was a jilted murdered bride back from the grave. Her makeup consisted of the ghoulish sort while mine was glitter and sparkles. We were definitely the odd couple.

The number one costume this season was Sarah Palin and we ran across a few. The best one was the host of our first party. His interpretation was quite humorous given his size 14 shoes. Another fellow was John McCain with a Sarah blow up doll strapped on in classic BJ form. Disgusting? Sure. Creative and funny? Absolutely.

Our second stop was a bit quieter. It was nearly 1.00 by then so maybe it was slowing down. We didn't stay long before heading out to party #3 where there was a live band, dancing in the living room and a lively crowd.

All the usual suspects were out, pirate, astronaut, Elvis, skeleton, Santa Claus, Kermit and Miss Piggy, cowgirls and goblins. One thing I realized, Halloween is not a good man meeting holiday. Everyone is so into character you really have no idea who you're talking to. But it was a fun night, we partied til the cows came home. Or, until we came home anyway. Didn't actually see any cows come to think of it.

Friday, October 31, 2008

The Eleventh Hour Costume Crunch

Here it is, once again, Halloween. Five-oh-oh, and I still don't have my custome ready. So typical. When I was a little girl (okay, I'm still a little girl at heart. Aren't' we all?) my mother used to make me a homemade costume every year. I generally went for the frilly girly costumes, i.e. princess, ballerina, Little Red Ridding Hood, fairy Godmother, the usual costumes that require tiara, tutu and colors like pink or red. Not a lot has changed since I was five. Except my mother isn't around to make my costumes for me anymore. How great would that be?

I was invited to go to a party with a friend and, luckily, this friend has an amazing costume closet full of great costumes and accessories to inspire and get the creative juices flowing. I came home with three possible ideas, spent some time at Champions and now I've got to get busy and put something together.

I've got an "I Dream of Jeannie" costume that is really cute, but exposes far too much skin. If I wore this getup, I'd need a full nude colored body stocking to go underneath. Not only because I'm not exactly comfortable with my own skin showing, but it's a little too chilly for that here in the Pacific Northwest. Also, a dude wore the costume last year and I hardly think I could follow his act. But I'm going to slip into it again and see how I feel. It's pretty cute. Actually, it's sexy, but I can't really pull off sexy, so it looks more on the cute side.

My next option is a sexy/elegant witch outfit. It includes a long slinky black dress that requires some serious body shaping undergarment, which I happen to own and have never actually had the cause to wear. However, if I wear this costume, I won't be able to eat or drink all night as I'm attempting to keep from busting the seams. That doesn't sound very festive...or sexy as my face is taking on a look of excruciating pain from sucking in my gut all night.

My final option is a purple fairy-like character with those great fairy wings, wand and purple everything, from wig to pleather pants. Oh, I forgot to pick up some fairy dust.

Okay, off I go to see what I can make from all of these bits. Maybe a witchy fairy with Jeannie's pants. Hmm... that could be interesting...and a bit scary.

Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Present in the Moment

I seem to be living in a perpetual state of optimism lately. Maybe it's this incredible Autumn I've been going on about. Fabulous weather and I'm unemployed so I can fully enjoy daily walks in the parks and gardens around the city. It doesn't get any better. Unless money grew on these trees I'm walking past. That would make it better I suppose. I seem to be completely forgetting that I am, in fact, unemployed. Or "underemployed" rather. I am picking up various temp jobs here and there and doing quite a bit of pet sitting. Those things are keeping my rent paid at least. But I actually need to come up with a more lucrative plan for my life. Every day I'm researching ideas, working at something or another, and enjoying the moment so much, I can't even really stress about the economy or my own depleting bank account. Somehow I think it'll all work out. How? I don't know. It's a mystery. But I'm sure it will.

Last week I filled in for the receptionist at my sister-in-law's office which was actually quite pleasant. After a couple of days, the staff was joking about hiring me permanently. If only being a receptionist at a law office was my life's ambition, my life would be so much simpler. I appreciated the opportunity, regardless, and will work for them again any time they ask.

Two weeks ago a friend invited me to "Women's Day" at her church. Hmmm...that sounded appealing. A day of women gathering, singing some jazzy uplifting songs and listening to some spiritual sermons about women's issues in today's world, and go out to brunch afterwards. Yeah, why not? I attended and it was all I had expected and more. I left inspired and energized.

Being raised Catholic, I can't say I ever left mass feeling "inspired." Once an adult I basically ceased practicing Catholicism altogether. I'd drop in occasionally over the years and leave resigned that church just wasn't for me, although I always felt I was a spiritual person. I'd visited other types of churches over the years to check them out, but none ever resonated with me. So I just continued to practice my own spirituality in the privacy of my home in my own way. Okay, I realize that makes me sound like I'm practicing witchcraft or voodoo.

Last week I attended my friend's church again. I wanted to experience a 'regular' church day. Was the special Women's Day from the prior week just a one off experience, or was this status quo? Was regular church a drag? Full of pushy religious folks cramming their guilt ridden sinner talk down your throat? No, actually it was not. Again, there were the jazzy uplifting songs lead by some pretty talented and passionate vocalists (if nothing else, the entertainment was exceptional), a timely sermon regarding current events, politics and global issues delivered with a sense of humor, followed up with brunch. At brunch we women continued to discuss the issues brought up during the service and give our input and thoughts continuing the dialog. Again, I returned home feeling enlightened, as well as experiencing a feeling of synchronicity in my life. This I will touch on in future posts. But I sense some things are beginning to pull together for me. Slowly slowly.

I don't even care about "Final Quarter" anymore. I went out with a friend last Friday to listen to a band at Conner Byrnes in Ballard. It was only minutes before we were surrounded by a group of men. While we had a nice time chatting and flirting with them, at 1.50 a.m. I ran to catch the last bus home and my friend also went home alone. The next day she phoned me and we talked about how we really could have gone home with any one of those guys if we had wanted. They were clearly interested, but as it turned out, it wasn't what either of us was after- "final quarter" or not. For us, just having an engaging conversation with some interesting men was enough.

Whatever the cause of my current optimism, I'm going along with it. Between my Landmark Education Seminar, some books I'm reading, these glorious Autumn days, daily exercise and, yes, possibly church, I'm feeling pretty content...for the moment.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Final Quarter 2008

It's been FOUR months. Oh you know what I'm talking about. Umm-hmm- four months since....well...woopie. Yeah, I'm starting to get irritable, developing a nervous tick and my vibrator battery is wearing out. No prospects in the pipeline either.



Last month my brother from California was on a motorcycle tour through the Pacific Northwest and blew into town. We met for lunch and he had a Kiwi from New Zealand in tow. Nice touch. They had intended to have a visit over lunch and jet out to meet up with the rest of their group in Longview. Lunch turned into a mini city tour, which then led to a couple of pitchers of beer. Finally, they needed to either head out to meet their group or give in, continue drinking and stay the night at mine. Once they learned of the bar's pending Karaoke night soon to start, there was no question. My brother claimed he wasn't much into Karaoke until he was properly lubricated. At which time (approximately four beers) you couldn't pry the mic from his paws. So I offered up my sofa and sleeping bag for the two of them if they wanted to crash.



It was a fun night of singing...eh hem...er, wailing into the mic at top decibel and making proper fools of ourselves, dancing and- um- a bit-o-smooching. I'm not sure if the Kiwi was exactly my type or if it was just the four-months-sans-sex looming in that dialog bubble over my drunken head that made me a little, shall we say, frisky.



Back at the ranch at three a.m., I tucked my brother and his friend into their sacks and I proceeded to hit the hay in my own comfy down filled bed. Suddenly in the middle of my passed out state I felt someone giving me pecks on the lips as the Kiwi slithered into my room-- doon doon do- chaka chuck coo (hear Yello's "Oh Yeah" from Secret of My Success here). Yikes- a sexual opportunity I couldn't exactly buy into! My brother was in the next room. Adjoining walls. THIN adjoining walls in a very old apartment. Naw...I just couldn't. Oh, we slept together...but nothing much happened. It was too awkward. And possibly unfortunate. As I look back on the situation later, sober. I wonder, "Was that it? Was that my last chance for sex (safe, nice man sex) for 2008?" It's a valid question (concern). We're now well into fourth quarter.

People are obsessed with the state of the economy and I just don't understand. Economy? How can I possibly worry about the economy when my sexual activity portfolio is looking so grim? We're certain to snap out of this poor economic state. History has proven there will be a turn around. I'm confident my economic portfolio will bounce back. However, my body isn't going to just bounce back. Each day my boobs move south another smidgen, I develop another wrinkle and I realize another saggy this or droopy that. It ain't good. I know the economy will take some time to recover. I just hope my sex life sees improvement while I still enjoy getting naked.

I know I'm not alone here. No one has much sympathy for my drought. In talking with my friends, there is an inordinate number of single, very sexual, over 40 year old women in this town not getting laid on a regular basis. No wonder this city has a reputation of having the highest suicide rate.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Women's Must Do's

Every so often you run across a list of things every woman should wear at least once, e.g. the little black dress, a lacy thong, stilettos, or things every woman should own - a power drill, a wine opener and a Roth IRA. Recently, a friend gave me one of those little gift books with a list of things every woman should do at least once. The contents included:

  • Call in sick and spend the day shopping with your best friend. (I did this once, but my friend and I went to the water park. It was a blast and well worth the pile of work on my desk the next day!)
  • Rent a convertible and go wherever the wind blows (another friend and I drove her boyfriend's Mustang convertible to the beach every day one summer while he was working in Alaska. Oh we got the boys' attention in that thing!).
  • Dance on top of a bar (luckily I was in another country so no one I know here has any recollection of this sorry scene).
  • Run, walk, bike, for a worthy cause (after the MS 150 I have barely ridden my bike since--and I was 29).
  • Invent an interesting past (I'm working on that every day).

Some things that weren't included in the book that I think are worth adding:

1. Travel solo
Extended trip abroad or a weekend at the coast, going solo is a great experience every woman should explore. The trip is all about you. You can clear your head, reflect about your past, your future dreams, or just not think at all. You do what you want to do, when you want to do it. You also meet far more interesting people when you're on your own. It's so liberating, you may decide solo is the only way to go.

2. Visit every state in the Union
Having a layover in an airport doesn't count. I've got about 9 or 10 left to visit myself, topping the list New Mexico and Wyoming, along with a bunch of what I'd deem as the boring states- Kansas, Arkansas, Kentucky, Missouri, Ohio. I'm pretty sure the residents of these states would set me straight and prove me wrong. I'll get to them eventually and see for myself.

3. Visit a foreign country
Although Canada and Mexico do count, try to venture further afield. Delve into a culture you aren't familiar with, one you've always been intrigued by or head back to the land of your ancestors to connect with your roots.

4. Learn a foreign language
Gives you a chance to embrace that other culture and prepares you for #3.

5. Attempt something daring
This is subjective as what is daring for some (that lacy thong) might be commonplace for another. So whether it's an adventure sport like bungee jumping, sky diving or heli-skiing, or something risky in a softer way like performing Karaoke, getting a Brazilian wax or making the first move and asking that hot guy out, take the dare and go for it. There's nothing more exhilarating than proving something to yourself.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Reflections on a Fine Autumn Day

Autumn has always been my favorite season. As a kid growing up in upstate New York (the second largest apple growing state) I'd look forward to the sunny crispness in the air, donning a sweater and our family apple picking outings. It was a major event which included a tailgate picnic and a visit to the local cider mill before returning home with several bushels of yummy McIntosh, Red Romes and Empires.

Our front yard was graced with a grand Maple that shed its colorful leaves in abundance. Much to my brothers' chagrin during the lawn mowing season, our lawn was large and slightly sloped. This made for great leaf jumping contests after raking the dry, crunchy leaves into enormous piles.

As a kid I didn't appreciate all my mom's slaving over baking apple dishes, 'putting up' apple sauce and the squash-based meals. Today these are my favorite delights of the season. When the coffee shops come out with "pumpkin spiced lattes", I'm in latte heaven! Last night, my culinary expert friend cooked me a wonderful meal that included a fabulous homemade butternut squash soup. Mmmm. I'm trying to figure out how I can convince her to cook for me every night!

Autumn is always a nostalgic time for me and this September/October have been no different. The season always reminds me of fresh starts, new beginnings, i.e. pencils, notebooks, new classes, school clothes, and endless possibilities. Maybe that's the reason for my going back to school obsession.

As I enter into the next phase of my life (I seem to be doing this as often as the seasons change) I am encouraged by the possibilities that lie ahead. Anything is possible once the possibility is created.

So here's to fall, which has been pretty amazing this year in Seattle, and to endless possibilities. And as for nostalgia, don't even get me started on Halloween!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Head in the Sand Economic Advice

I'm not exactly known for being "in the know" when it comes to pop culture or news breaking current events. I'm still rather amazed that I witnessed the twin towers disaster as it was happening. How was I even up at that hour, with the TV on no less, watching news? What a toxic thing to start your day with...or end it for that matter. News. This is so not the me of today, that's for sure.

That being said, I have been pretty engrossed in the election process this go 'round. I was out of the country last time and look what happened! I did have an absentee ballot, but I wasn't really "involved" otherwise. And as much as I try to keep my head in the sand, this whole drowning economy discussion is everywhere I turn. I'm one of those people who feels that continually talking about a bad thing doesn't make it better. It makes is 'badder.'

I happened to catch Suze Orman, the financial guru, on Oprah the other day and her top five suggestions for action during this crisis are as follows (I've summarized in my own words of course):

1. Don't Panic (do not become "mattress man"), leave your money alone and keep investing in your retirement plans
2. Be sure you have health insurance and term life insurance
3. Make sure your investments are in safe places i.e. government backed treasury bills, bonds and notes and treasury money market accounts for example
4. Make sure your financial institutions are FDIC insured
5. Stop spending on things you cannot afford (duh-easier said than done for most)

Not having held a proper job since August 2002, I feel like I've been practicing for this day. For the last six years I've nearly mastered the ability to survive in exactly this type of economy. Of course I have credit card debt. I'd love to say I didn't. I didn't until I stepped my big toe back onto American soil. It's almost as if they stamped my passport as I re-entered JFK customs and handed me plastic with debt already on it just to get me started and make me feel welcomed back to my homeland.

Over the past six years I have actually learned to live without a lot of the luxuries I had been accustom to while slogging away at my decent paying soul sucking insurance job. Things like a nice car (or any car for that matter), a house, ski condo, water front recreational property, expensive, yet fabulous, hair cuts with artful color jobs, new skis every three years, boots, and a variety of other expensive sporting equipment, home improvement expenditures, and pretty much whatever else the heart desired. We (my ex-husband and I) were not wealthy by any stretch. But we did OK and although didn't live as extravagantly as some of our more affluent friends, we had our share of luxuries.

Today I manage to ski on 9 (?) year old skis (gasp!) and boots even older. I would love a new setup, but it's not going to stop me from skiing when I have the chance. My golf clubs were my mother's from the early 80's! Yeah, I get poked fun at every time I break them out on the course, but how much do I care? A little. Sure. But if I get to golf at all, I'm pretty excited, so the relic clubs aren't going to stop me.

So here are my top 5 practical ways to get through this economic recession:

1. Don't panic. I like that one of Suze's best. Just calm down, people. This was bound to happen at the rate we were spending, but it's going to turn around. It always does eventually.

2. Don't even open your financial statements if it's going to stress you out. Just put them through the shredder immediately from the mailbox. Then follow with a nice glass of red or a long walk (or both).

3. Find cheap entertainment. I keep harping on this fact, but there is so much to do in this town that is free or cheap, i.e. galleries, free museum days, art walks, park walks, free wine tastings, free musical performances, the library (okay, I hear you sighing). Check out what's happening and go enjoy it.

4. If you absolutely must shop cause it's in your blood and you just can't stand not to, develop the knack for thrift stores. Even if you don't find anything, the entire process is amusing in and of itself and there's your cheap/free entertainment for a rainy day. By the way, I just picked up a cute pair of Kenneth Cole shoes for $3.99 at Goodwill. How could I say 'no?'

5. Participate in some do gooder volunteer activity. Okay, so you're not the volunteering type. You don't have time. You'd just rather not. You've got your own problems. Then just do some favor for a friend with no strings attached. It really does put everything into perspective and make you feel like all isn't lost. Cause it isn't. We've still got our humanity, right?

tips 6-10 include:

6. Practice yoga (or just exercise in general)
7. Book a trip - preferably out of the country (yes, run away from it all)
8. Take on several odd jobs- you'll be too busy to worry or spend money
9. If it's available to you, have sex. Lots of sex. (this is not available to me, so I will do more of #8)
10. Laugh often

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Help Yourself to Some Self-Help

Just back from a five day get-a-way in San Diego. What, exactly, I was getting away from is a good question. The grind of job seeking? Not really. The hectic daily life of mid-day yoga followed by power walks in the autumn sunshine? No. Walking dogs around beautiful Green Lake? Nope- no need to get away from that. My life-style these past few weeks has suited me well, I think. At the request of my former (insane) boss, I worked for him on a two day project last week. I was quickly reminded of why I don't work for him any longer. Decision to quit confirmed a good one(if this situation occurs again, I'll need an intervention from my friends and loved ones).

No, I wasn't really getting away from anything, just off to enjoy the southern California beaches and catch up with my friends down there while I was unemployed and free to travel. I mean, I hadn't been anywhere since, ummm, August. Early August.

As I sat down at my computer today to catch up on emails and take a look at some employment websites, I paused and noticed the stack of books on my shelf. I've got every sort of self-help book imaginable. Not the sort that lonely single people delve into: "Alone Again and Learning to Love It," "Finding Your Soul Mate," or "Will Ever I Love Again?" No, not those kinds of self-help. My stack is of the 'finding your career' nature, which is very similar to the former actually. As I've mentioned in past posts, the similarities between a happy career and a happy relationship are uncanny.

From my distant past life I've got "The Greatest Salesman in the World" by Og Mandino, "The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People" by Stephen R. Covey, "Life Makeovers" by Cheryl Richardson and Barbara J. Winter's "Making a Living Without a Job." I'd read them all cover to cover.

Since my return to the states two years ago, I've acquired "Go Put Your Strengths to Work" by Marcus Buckingham, "Life is Short-Wear Your Party Pants" by Loretta LaRoche, and let's not forget "The Secret" by Rhonda Byrne (I also saw the video!).

I've got my fair share of writing self-help books as well: "Bird by Bird" Anne Lamott, "Your Writing Coach" Jurgen Wolff, "How to Get Happily Published" Judith Applebaum and I've completed Julia Cameron's "The Artist's Way" twice!

Recently, a friend just shoved into my hands "What Should I Do With My Life" Po Bronson and "Do What You Are" Paul D. Tieger & Barbara Barron-Tieger. "You've got to read these," she insisted. They are still sitting on my dining room table. There is only so much of this stuff a person can absorb in a given period (or lifetime).

Furthermore, another friend involved with Landmark Education ("Innovative Programs for Living an Extraordinary Life") convinced me it was time to sign up for the Landmark Forum in Action Seminar series. I'd attended the Forum several years ago. It was helpful, so I figured why not give the followup series a try. I think my life is pretty extraordinary already (yes, I live in a skewed, warped bubble), but it could be improved upon, certainly. And I seem to have tapped out all the books on the subject matter.

I'm sure if I surround myself with all this positive rah rah, the universe will salute me and I'll be rewarded with wonderful outcomes. Surely.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Working Hard or Hardly Working?

How about working hard at hardly working? I'm working, but hardly. I've been doing some pet sitting, catering, contract work. Just dabbling in a bit of this and a bit of that - barely. But this unemployment racket is really a pretty taxing gig as it turns out. It's a full time job in itself. I don't know where the days go, but they just fly by.

My clock is all messed up. I crawl out of bed at the crack of nine. Click on my laptop and start the coffee while it powers up. Almost three hours of internet searching scream by when I realize I need to scramble to get to my noon yoga class. I end up jogging there every day in order to make it in time. After yoga, where I practice my stretching, breathing, and Zen techniques, I usually go for a long walk. I get home to have a little bite of lunch and clean up and by now it's late afternoon. What have I done? Eh hem. Not much of anything, actually. I have spent a couple hours scanning and replying to emails, checking out some job websites, researched some schools and maybe...just maybe...I've sent a resume to someone. I might run to the store to pick up toilet paper or some other essential, then meet a friend for happy hour (it's actually cheaper than groceries these days). I get home and do some more internet nonsense, read my book(s), write a few ideas down on paper and head to bed around 2.00 a.m. It's a full day! How is one suppose to fit a job into that schedule? I ask you?

Hardly working? I think not.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Mrs. F#$@ing Rockefeller

What is it about being unemployed that makes a girl want to shop? One friend says it's all the time on my hands. That's possible. When I was working, full-time, all the way out in the the suburbs of Ballard, I had no time to go shopping. All the stores in Ballard close at 6.00 p.m. and I wasn't usually finished with work much before then. If I was, I was on a mission to get to yoga by six, so would quickly by-pass any interesting shops, head straight home to change and run to my class ready for Zen mode. Now I go to yoga at noon. I've got the whole day to myself.

Getting downtown during the past ten months was actually quite rare. Weekends were packed with other activities and shopping was never on the top of the list. I don't even like shopping. I'm not one of those woman who craves the latest fashions. I don't need retail therapy to get me through a rough day. I'm actually a bit of a cheapskate and find it difficult to part with my hard-earned meager funds. My usual MO is to walk around the store with an item I actually do need and then put it back on the rack and walk out empty handed because I talk myself out of needing it at all. At least for the moment.

So what is going on with me recently? I seem to be spending money like I'm Mrs. F#$@ing Rockefeller. That is, spending money like I have it! First, I book a trip to Vietnam just before quitting my job. Then while job hunting, I book a flight to San Diego to visit friends. As if that isn't enough spending, lately I keep finding myself in downtown shops 'browsing.' What am I doing in these shops at all? My shops are Crossroads Trading Post, Goodwill, Value Village and Take 2 Consignment, not my old haunts of Ann Taylor and Banana Republic. Haunts I visited back in the day, when I was a corporate climber, working for the man, earning the corporate dollar. No, the new me does not patronize these shops any longer. So why, pray tell, am I in there today? The sales got to me! A top for $14.00 and jeans (that fit perfectly!) for $40 at Ann Taylor Loft. How could I say no? I couldn't. I didn't. And I didn't stop there. I sauntered over to BR just to look at jackets. I just wanted to look. Maybe try one or two on. That's all. Nothing more. But once in there, I found one on sale that fit perfectly. I couldn't force myself to put it back on the rack. As I was leaving the store (with an application for employment in my bag) a co-unemployed friend called to see if I wanted to meet for happy hour. You bet. Why stop now? I'm Mrs. F#$@ing Rockefeller today.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Back in the Dating Saddle

Today was a first. I had a first date with a man who lives in Lacey (near Olympia if you're wondering "where the #@*# is Lacey?"). We met on Plenty of Fish.com. Our date started at 6.45 a.m. Another first for me. Anyone who knows me, knows I'm not a morning person. Unless I'm getting up to catch a flight somewhere, I'm generally not out of the sack at 6.45 a.m., no less dressed, made up and date-ready at that hour.

My POF date wanted to be sure he wouldn't hit any traffic so he left his house at 5.30 expecting to arrive at mine around 7.30. Luckily he called a little after 6.00 to let me know traffic was smooth and he expected to be at my place around 6.45. Crap. I shook the cobwebs out of my brain and hustled onto my feet to get ready. And what exactly does one do on a date at 6.45 a.m. if it wasn't a continuation of a date from the night before? On those occasions, I'm pretty sure of the protocol.

Our plan was to go to breakfast, so after a climb up to Kelly Park to view the sunrise (somehow this whole date seems backwards already, doesn't it?), we walked to the 5 Spot Cafe on Queen Anne where the breakfast is phenomenal. But they aren't open yet! They don't open until 8.30...the time I'm normally getting out of bed. We wander down the street and decide on El Diablo Coffee Shop. However, it's more coffee-shop than restaurant so breakfast items were limited. After lingering as long as humanly possible over our lattes and toast waiting for things to open, we take a stroll and end up getting pedicures. His suggestion which I commend him for being both bold enough to suggest it and brave enough to go through with it. In hindsight, I realize a couples pedicure is a bit too intimate for a first date activity.

After our pedi's we walked to Pike Place Market (POF hadn't ever been to Seattle and he's lived in the area since 1995.). We did the tour, saw the fish toss, took photos, had a Starbucks, all the while discussing all the things you discuss on a first date.

If I had realized he was from Lacey initially, I wouldn't have replied to his first contact. That's just geographically unrealistic for this transportationally challenged woman. He's also looking for someone who is ready to settle down in his Lacey home which includes a TV in every room, a DVD collection of 1300 movies, and three vehicles (a truck, a muscle car and a van). He doesn't like the city or the country. He likes what he calls "the in between" because they have it "all", a Home Depot, Lowe's and Block Buster Video where you can park real easily. Yeah, that's what I dub the "suburbs." Clearly, this wandering urban woman is not a match for this Lacey nester.

His parking meter ran out at noon and I chose to end the date at that point. I began to ask him if he needed a bite or a drink before heading south to beat traffic, but quite frankly, after 5+ hours of morning date, what I needed was a nap.

This internet dating is just too much work for me. Work I really don't want to do. I've got a 25 year old whose user name is "24talkin2u"... and another 28 year old user name "bahamapapa" who wants to 'chat.' There's only one possible topic we could be chatting about and I'm not into it. Then a 60 year old vies for my attention with pictures that range from 1977-2002. Yes, his most recent photo is six years old. And here I was feeling a little guilty about my own photo which is a year old.

To top it off, my worst fear has been realized. A male friend came across my profile and called me up to pitch me some crap about it. Ugh. Somehow there is just a weird, creepy feeling about having your pals see you in action, selling your stupid self on the internet. He even admitted that he felt oddly freaked out about reading my personal profile. He quickly clicked out of it and then called me up! Since he didn't respond to it on line, I have no idea what his user name is, or I might have taken a peak and checked out his profile. I mean tit for tat. He saw me naked, so now I get to see him!

Monday, September 8, 2008

A Sporty-Spice Kind of Weekend

Unable to persuade any of my pals to accompany me to the Storm game Saturday, I went anyway. Being alone certainly isn't going to stop me from having an experience. I figured at the very least, I could just go for the first half and then, like a restaurant critic, sneak out before the final course if things got bad. Well, I should have known better. As someone who, while channel surfing, comes across a curling match and pauses to take a peek and then gets totally sucked in, I should have known once there, I was in it for the long haul.

From my 9th row seat, I had a great view of an exiting game. It was neck in neck for the first quarter, then the Storm was down ten points at half time. The half time show was a performance by One World Taiko, an amazing Japanese drum ensemble who wowed the crowd. The Storm dance troupe, consisting of children ages 5-16 (more tots than teens), entertained us between quarters and during timeouts. Good little dancers, but, yes, tiny tots. The little girls had manes of long flowing hair they tossed about like sex kittens on top of a sleazy bar. That was slightly unnerving. But I tried to stuff my old fogy attitude away and appreciate the overall talent.

During the second half, the Storm came back fightin' and pulled ahead quickly. Late in the fourth quarter, Sheryl Swoope took a belt to the head which knocked her out cold. There were the usual hushed speculations amongst the crowd before she was hauled off on a stretcher. Then the team carried on and won the game by 12 points!

Yes, it was an exciting game. I was yelling, hollering, cheering and getting into it whole heartedly. I tried to chalk up a conversation with the guy sitting next to me, but no response. He was with his family. I wasn't flirting! Just trying to have some fun with the people who were near me! It's a sporting event for crying out loud.

Next day, after a heart pumping power walk, I did make that driving range date I promised myself. I figured I'd practice my swing, then saunter out onto the patio to sip a cool something or other and check out my fellow golfers. That backfired. The patio was closed for a private kiddie party. That shouldn't even be allowed. It's a golf club. Golfers expect to sit on the patio for cold one after a round of golf! While I was practicing my putting, a fella asked where the nearest place was to have a drink outside. I directed him to downtown Ballard. I'm pretty sure, based on his mannerisms, he was trying to figure out a way to ask me along. Sometimes it's a good thing that I'm right handed so my golf glove is worn on my left. Of course, in most cases that works against me since honing in on the wedding ring is my first order of business when I'm clocking a guy.

Definitely loads of men there, though. Will have to frequent more often-and maybe I'll actually improve my game in the process! Which really is the point, after all.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Day Four

Day four of unemployment. Not a lot has happened since day one. More of the same actually. I did send out a couple of resumes and made some contacts. I've met different friends and acquaintances for lunch, coffee and dinner. It's all about networking, right? Baked banana bread (seems to be what unemployed people do-bake). Been exercising, walking and going to yoga where I met another new classmate. Yes, a woman. I only seem to meet women in this town.

In a fit of poor judgment and frustration of having no male friends or dates in sight, I signed on to "Plentyoffish.com". It's free. And it's a little overwhelming. For anyone who has gone through the internet dating saga, you know what I mean. Have you ever gotten one of those matches where you click on the pictures and actually make an involuntary shutter and a noise like you've just seen a squished worm? Yeah. It's been depressing. And then there's that list of men who have reviewed your profile, but have passed you by. They are usually the handsome, successful ones. Why do they even bother to show you that list? I don't get it. What am I about to do, click on one of them and say "hey, you made a mistake passing me by! Give me a chance. I'm cuter than my picture." Sure, like who hasn't said that?

I just don't have what it takes for internet dating.

To make matters worse, the woman I had lunch with yesterday gave me tickets to the Storm game for Saturday night. She informed me that the games are really fun, but warned the bleachers are generally packed with lesbians. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just that it's another event full of women, for women, where I'll meet more women.

I think it's time to make a date with the driving range! And maybe they're hiring.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Easing into Something

Today was my first day of unemployment-yet, again. It's a situation that is none too foreign to me fortunately. Or unfortunately. However one chooses to look at the situation. It's a position I've chosen, so I can't moan and groan about it. I've actually chosen my sanity over working for a - shall I say "challenging" boss. He still owes me my final paycheck, so I've coveted his Vespa until he coughs up the dough. Seems fair enough given his M.O.

So I had a leisurely morning of drinking coffee in my bathrobe while researching jobs, schools, answering emails that have piled up over the long weekend, and booking a trip to San Diego. Yes, I get so easily distracted when I get on this computer. One thing leads to another, which leads to a few phone calls with friends afar, which ultimately leads to ... a trip.

I won't say what time I finally climbed out of my bathrobe and donned some actual clothing, but the sun had come out beckoning me to join it. I wasn't getting very far on the job/school search either. After a few hours of that, it begins to seem very futile and monotonous. It's only day one for crying out loud. Save a little job searching for tomorrow. Besides, I don't even know what I'm looking for at this point. I need to time to think, reflect, breathe and detox from the old job!

So I ran a couple of errands. First stop hair color. I had splurged and had my hair "professionally" colored at Rudy's for my birthday (yeah, I went all out), but now that I'm unemployed, it's back to the 'box'. After a few more stops, I went to Green Lake for a nice walk. It was such beautiful fall-like day. I got half way around when I overheard a girl telling someone on the phone that she was near "World Wraps." World Wraps? Yum. I haven't had a wrap for ages. I'm hungry. I promptly veer off the walking path and head straight for a (small size) "Spicy Caribbean Sole" wrap. Again, I can't seem to stay on task.

I happily nosh on my wrap and then get back to business, feeling more content, although a little guilty. I shouldn't be spending money on World Wraps and I definitely shouldn't be interrupting my exercise to EAT!

Okay, it's just my first day. Although I'm no novice at being unemployed, I do need to give myself a little time to adjust to my new routine. A routine of having no set routine that is. At least for a few days.

Monday, August 25, 2008

An August Trek in the Rain

Trying to embrace the final days of summer in the Pacific Northwest, my hiking buddy and I headed up to Mt. Pilchuck for our second hike of the season (we're busy girls, hard to get much hiking time into one very short summer season in the PNW). I had plans on Saturday, so we went on Sunday. I loaded my day pack with all the necessary equipment, the all important lunch, Swiss army knife, sun screen, loads of water, and a couple extra layers for warmth in case it got chilly later. I stepped out into the morning sun and caught the bus up to Bothell to meet my friend.

Donning sunglasses and flip flops (hiking boots in the pack), it never occurred to me that the weather would be any different. After all, Saturday was sunny and in the 80's, the perfect August day.

Mt Pilchuck's 2100 foot elevation gain is a much easier hike than Mt Si's 3700 foot elevation gain. The guidebook describes it as a gradual climb, "no more difficult than climbing your stairs at home." Yeah, all 3 miles up. My four story walk up to my apartment barely prepared me for the rock scrambling climb. I wouldn't exactly say it was the 'grandma hike' the guidebook practically described, but I definitely was able to keep up with my friend this time and got a plenty good workout.

The last bit was the toughest. Some descending climber made the comment as he passed by "you're almost there!" Unless that lookout tower is around the very next bend, I don't want to hear the phrase, "you're almost there." Like telling a child in the car that you're almost there, you don't do it until you're pulling into the driveway. The "false summit" is the worst.

By the time we reached the top, scrambling over the boulders, the rain drops began to fall. Rain drops? Are you kidding me? It was totally sunny with stellar views just a few short steps below. The wind suddenly picked up, rain drops became bigger and more dense and I swear I felt snow flakes as we monkeyed our way up the slick, metal ladder to the lookout tower. Apparently, I was clearly the only hiker who failed to check the weather report before setting out for a day hike. I quickly climbed into my layers of long-sleeved warmth, while everyone else slid into their rain gear. Yeah, I had weather amnesia. Two whole days of sunshine and I forgot where I lived. August 24th. Only those of us in Seattle, and maybe Alaska, would think of the possibility of rain-cold rain- on August 24th.

We grazed on our lunches, luckily under the shelter of the lookout tower, took in the foggy socked in views and began our descent down the mountain. Down the mountain is always trickier than up. No one ever admits this. No one ever talks about it. But going down, for me, is actually more difficult. A prior foot injury and knee surgery makes going down more work. At one point I actually had to stop part way, remove my boot, and wait for the pain to subside under the dry protection of a tree branch. I told my partner to go ahead, don't wait, I'll be fine. This is normal for me. She looked at me drenched in her rain slicker. Unsure of what to do. I waved her off. She turned and continued onward. Not two minutes passed when I looked up and saw her coming back toward me trudging through the rain and mud. "I can't just leave you here in the hopes you make it down eventually!" she says. Awww, what a friend. On a trail as populated as that one, I'm sure I would have found some kind soul to assist me if necessary. However, nice to know what a great friend, and hiking buddy, she makes. Note to self: invest in hiking poles.

When choosing the trail for this weekend's hike, she had suggested Mt. Pilchuck or Mailbox Peak. Mailbox Peak? Mailbox Peak is a grind. At 4000 foot elevation gain, I swear it begins straight out of the parking lot. You step out of your car and start UP and it just keeps going, without any views what-so-ever, until you finally reach the top. At such point the views are incredible. I think you can see Kansas or something. I did Mailbox when I was in my hiking (and fitness) prime, twice even. I'm in no way ready for Mailbox today. Maybe with a few more hikes under my belt this year, I'll be ready for Mailbox before winter. We'll see.

As for today, I went to yoga to give my rubbery legs a good stretching and cool down from yesterday's workout. Hurray for yoga.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Slump

I've been in a bit of a slump lately. Not that I haven't got plenty of blog material. It's there. Or here (I'm pointing at my head right now), but I can't seem to sit down and put it down on this virtual paper.

Plus I'm such a crab apple these days. You know how you get down to the last week of work when you're about to leave a job and it just gets unbearably brutal? That's where I am these days. One week left. I'm so over it, yet there is still another full week of nonsense to plow through. I'm close enough to see the finish line, but not close enough to be totally victorious yet.

What else might be making me a bit crabby is the fact that it's almost FALL and I have no plan. However, I've never actually had much of a plan-ever- so why is that just now making me crabby? Probably because everyone keeps asking me for the plan. Like I would actually have a clue about what I was up to. Don't these people know who they are dealing with? It's ME. You know. The one who continually operates without plan!

Check in over the weekend. I'll post again soon, with a more upbeat and humorous bit. I'm sure I'll be out of my slump in, oh, about 45 minutes.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Fly the Friendly Skies...or Just Walk

Besides becoming ridiculously expensive, air travel has become down right exhausting. It used to be fun to travel by air. You'd go to the airport and after check in, zip through security and head to the bar to have a celebratory cocktail to kick off the start of your tropical vacation. Once on the aircraft you'd hunker down with your 5 x 7 inch foam puff called a pillow and scratchy, yet, warmish blanket. A meal was served, the flight attendants were pleasant, cheerful even. You'd reach your destination and retrieve your luggage from baggage claim and be merrily on your way.



Today's scenario is much more grim. First of all, just getting through security involves the patience of Jobe. Wearing flip flops, no belt, no jewelry, and removing your fillings beforehand will speed things up. Rather than one of those plastic bins, I seem to require three plus the plastic dish for my bracelets, rings and hair clip. By the time you remove your shoes, remove your laptop, don't let your laptop case touch your laptop, make sure everything is flat, your purse is in a separate bin, your cardigan sweater is removed, you realize there is no time for that relaxing pre-flight cocktail!

You walk through the security pass thru, practically naked by now, and rush to gather your belongings while the other bins from those behind you are crashing into yours and you are attempting to stuff your feet into your shoes and put your belt on at the same time to get out of the way and keep the line moving.

The poor airline industry is suffering and we, the consumers, suffer the most. Over the past three weeks I've had the pleasure of working with four different airlines.


United Airlines. At work, our Cypriot participants flew in from Cyprus on United. They came in two groups, one flew in from Turkey, the others directly from Cyprus. The first group were due in on a Sunday evening, however, their flight was cancelled from Chicago to Seattle via Las Vegas. Just cancelled. Not delayed. Not postponed. Just flat out cancelled. Our two Turkish Cypriots, one of them disabled, were on their own in Chicago to figure out how to get to Seattle. They finally arrived at 1.00 a.m. Monday morning. The second group, a group of 17, were due to arrive on Monday afternoon at 2.30 p.m. We received a call in our office at 10.00 a.m. that their flight had been cancelled. Not delayed. Not postponed. Just flat out cancelled.



Apparently, the crew were over their flight hours and there were no backup crew members available. Was this scheduled flight a surprise? Did someone completely forget to book crew for an entire plane? The airlines suggested they keep the group on standby and get them onto planes as seats became available. The agent actually said that with other delays from other cities, it's probable that many people will miss their connections and our participants can get those seats...if they are, in fact, available. That sounds ideal. Have our group sit in the airport endlessly awaiting the possibility of a seat or two here or there as they may or may not arise. And what are we suppose to do here in Seattle? Drive back and forth to the airport several times throughout the day fetching these folks and getting them to their hotel? No, no. Unacceptable. The solution was, of course, to keep the group together and get them on the next available flight. This turned out to be the following day. They arrived on Tuesday night at 8.30. They lost an entire day of their scheduled program in Seattle.



Last week I was in Colorado for my cousin's wedding when his two daughters' flight was cancelled going back to New York. The airlines - United.


Unlike the days of yore where all airlines pretty much offered the same 'perks', today each airline has something different going on. I flew Frontier on my way to the wedding. I'd never flown Frontier before. It was comfortable enough, but no free snacks at all. No cookies, no nuts. We did receive a complimentary beverage, however. And I was still allowed the one checked in piece of luggage.


American Airlines, flown from Denver to DC, made me cough up an extra $15 for my one checked luggage. Of course I had to check it because I had all my lotions, potions, liquids and gels to transport. I also was traveling for work and play so already had a laptop and tote to carry on. Once on the plane, pillows and blankets (thin, felt, fabric thingy- but who's going to complain? At least I got one.) were provided, as well as a complimentary beverage. No little screens were installed on the back of the seats and no movie offered.



Because of the luggage fee, every passenger drags on every bit of luggage and attempts to stuff it under the seat, overhead, on their laps, in the front pouches of their seats, you name it. How, exactly, is this checked luggage fee saving the weight on the plane? Are they unaware of the fact that the weight is still on the plane? And by the looks of some of my fellow passengers it appears that if I just ate my luggage, I could avoid paying any excess charges. As far as the baggage crew, do they think they are saving on manpower costs to put the luggage on the plane? Wait until the surge of L&I claims come flooding in because the on board crew are forced to help the passengers wrestle with their heavy carry ons in the overhead compartments!


From DC to Seattle it was Jet Blue. Jet Blue has the cushiest, roomiest seats of all of them. They boast the most legroom of any airlines. I think they might be right. The passengers wedged in the window and center seats could actually exit the row without the aisle guy having to get up! They did offer a variety of snacks including chips, cookies, animal crackers, nuts, trail mix and some stuff I can't remember because the list was actually quite long. However, you had to pay $7.00 for a blanket and another fee for a pillow-like object. The headsets for the individual little personal screens cost $1.00, payable 'on your honor' at the gate. Oh, and they didn't charge for my one checked bag.



I guess the little differences keep you on your travel toes. You need to pack snacks, a pillow and blanket. Travel light and only take a carry on (buy your lotions and potions at your destination). Soon we're going to be hauling our own luggage down into the belly of the plane and retrieving it ourselves. Actually, that might not be such a bad idea. At least we'd be assured of getting it upon arrival!



As for the crews, it seems they are getting older, wider and crabbier yet doing less. Hell, if I didn't have to feed 300 passengers a crap meal, hand out blankets, pillows and snacks, I think I'd be in a better mood. But that's just me.


With air travel being what it is, it might not be a bad idea to promote hitch hiking again. It made more sense. Share the gas, meet interesting new people, see the countryside, plenty of drive-thrus when hungry or thirsty, rest stops for potty breaks. Chances are, you'd get where you're going a lot faster with a lot less hassle.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Still Celebrating

After being gone for the past ten days, I opened my stuffed mailbox to find several birthday cards mixed in between the bills, the ads and the junk mail. What a nice treat! There is nothing better than personal mail. And it's like celebrating my birthday all over again. 

Then I received a voice message from another friend who wants to take me out for my birthday since she was busy that day. I'm also going to dinner this week with my sister-in-law to celebrate both of our birthdays since hers was six days after mine and I was out of town. Okay, this is more of a celebration for her than me-but it's still a birthday celebration. 

When I came home from the grocery store today my apartment manager left a package for me. Said it was delivered while I was gone. It was from my friend who recently moved back to Tennessee and consisted of several wonderful body pampering products which I love! I'm such a product girl. What a surprise! She shouldn't have sent so much- but I will definitely enjoy all of them.

Someone once told me of a woman she knew who celebrates her birthday for the exact number of days representing the number of years she is celebrating. Doing the math we are now on day 15, that leaves me with a lot of days left to celebrate. But why stop there? 

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Kicking Off Another (Lucky) Year

Wow, where does the time go? It seems like just yesterday I was writing my post on my 44th birthday  and here I am celebrating my 45th already. Wait! I'm not really finished with 44! Forty-four was suppose to be lucky, remember? Even my Chinese co-worker told me 44 was a lucky year. Phewy. Lucky in what way, I should have asked? I guess I'm still up and around to celebrate my 45th. I suppose that in itself is lucky if we are going for the glass-half-full angle. 

Birthdays, like the changing of seasons or bringing in the new year, are time for reflection. What have I accomplished this past year? What do I want to accomplish? Set goals, make plans, do something fabulous. 

Okay, what have I accomplished? Can't think of a darn thing. Nope. I started a new job, worked like a dog, walked some dogs, made no money. My financial situation is no further along than it was a year ago. Actually, by the looks of my UBS portfolio, it's worse. My financial advisor said I was "very cool" when I told him I was quitting my job and going to Vietnam for three weeks. Maybe he needs a new career as well. Isn't he suppose to be advising me to get a damn job and give him some more money to invest? I think that is why I like this guy. He doesn't nag at me. He just takes my meager purse and does the best he can with it. Our goal is to make that purse grow without me doing much at all. I think he looks at my account as a fun challenge. Can he turn a small investment into half a million with no effort at all on the investor's part? I'd ask for a million, but that would just be unrealistic.

Our other goal is for me to be able to buy a home in five years. Ooops, make that four years. We set this goal a year ago. Time's ticking. We didn't say where this house would be located, but we both know it won't be in Seattle...not unless some sweet little old lady bequeaths her abode to me when she passes. This would give me four years to befriend a sweet little old lady with no family or cats to pass her house on to. 

I also remember making some pie in the sky promise to have some sort of plan by this fall.
Whoa! What was I thinking? Who do I think I am anyway? Someone who has the ability to make decisions? The only decisions I seem to be able to make quickly are those involving travel, whether I actually have the dough or not. The financing of trips is barely a consideration. It's a "shoot first, ask questions later" situation as far as travel goes. Next week,  I'm going to Colorado to visit cousins I haven't seen for 25 years. The youngest cousin barely had the invitation formed on her lips when I had the tickets booked. I simply thought, "sure, I won't be working then, why not(spend money) go to Colorado?" 

So I'm off to enjoy this anniversary of my birth (thanks, Mom, for going through all that, by the way!). I'll kick it off by going to yoga, then head downtown to see if I can find a frock for this evening, then meet up with some pals for a night of Vicci Martinez at the Tractor Tavern in Ballard. It's going to be a good day. Better yet, it's going to be a good year! A lucky year!



 


Thursday, July 24, 2008

From Sea to Si

Back in the day (yes, the day of my married self) my husband and I spent a lot of time on the mountains; skiing in the winter, hiking and backpacking in the summer. We've explored the trails of Snoqualmie Pass and Mt Baker quite thoroughly. I was in shape. I loved the hikes, the great outdoors, the thrill of reaching the "summit."  

Since my divorce I've had little opportunity to hit the trails. While in Europe I kept in shape via trekking through cobble stoned alley ways while getting lost in new cities, swimming in the Agean Sea, and dancing on bars in Greek nightclubs. Now home in our fabulous Pacific Northwest greenery, I'm carless and, therefore, find the opportunities to hike still quite rare. 

Last weekend I was invited by my very fit friend to head to Mt. Si. I was only slightly apprehensive as I considered my recent fitness level. Sure I walk up to the top of Queen Anne quite regularly -my favorite supermarket, Trader Joe's, is up there, as is my favorite view point, Kerry Park. I haul myself and groceries, laundry etc. up four flights of stairs daily. I walk several miles daily and practice yoga. But even so, I wasn't sure I was quite ready for Mt. Si. I mean, this stressful desk job has taken its tole on me this summer.  "It's an easy hike," my friend says, "It's the one people take their little children on. It's considered entry level, a training hike."  

A four mile 3100ft elevation gain is 'entry level?'  Okay then. I don't want to sound wussy.

We set off at a pretty hardy pace and it's not long before I can barely see the wisps of my friend's pony tail as she books around the switch backs at mach speed. Her spin class, power walk, weight trained physique is showing me up! I don't even attempt to keep up by the 2.25 mile marker. I just settle into my slogging pace, stopping to sip water regularly. 

Not only do I see a pretty nice selection of rather attractive men (most with rather attractive women, I might add), I spot several tiny children cooking their way up the mountainside as well! Pushing my ego aside, I stick to the task at hand and keep focus. 

When I reach the top, the views are incredible and I find my friend relaxing with her already half eaten sandwich. I peeled off my hiking boot to give my foot a break (shooting pain from an old scooter accident in 2003) and take a long leisurely lunch break before gearing up to head back down. Down was much more enjoyable to be honest. But I'm more than motivated to head out again. As long as my partner doesn't expect to actually hike with me. 

During the hike I thought often of the days of backpacking with my husband and our friends. Right, carrying heavy packs of gear and sleeping outside in the elements. I think I could be a little over those days. I rather enjoyed coming home and crashing in my very comfortable bed after a day on the hill Sunday. The steamy hot shower wasn't bad either. 





 

Friday, July 18, 2008

On Bended Knee


Practically on his knees, the boss all but begged me to stay on at work. He worked every angle ... stroking my ego, attempting to boost my self-confidence, pointing out my leadership role with the other staff, and, yes, finally appealing to my bank account. It's not much but he did offer a little more dough, effective immediately,  if I stayed on through August. He was actually working towards 'forever' but I gave him through August.  I also gave him a list of my own concessions, i.e. no more nights and weekends after tomorrow (we have a midnight airport pickup), I'll leave work early when I have something personal planned, I'll take my Colorado vacation in two weeks,  I'll search for a new job during work hours if I so desire and time permits and  I'll go to interviews, if I have any during that time. At the end of August, I'm done. He still tried to persuade me to continue beyond August, "through the summer" (uh, summer officially ends Sept 21), but I held firm and am set on the August 29 end date.  

Why cave, you might ask? Well, this morning before heading off to the salt mines, my best pal and I booked a three week trip to Vietnam

I seem to have a knack for booking expensive vacations when I am or about to become unemployed. Considering the trip cost, the payment due date and my upcoming job status, I figured it'd be in my best interest to take the high road and  stick it out for one more month with my crazy boss and ease a bit of the depleting cash burden. And it buys me another month to keep searching for my 'what's next' step. 


Monday, July 14, 2008

It's Okay to Look

Contrary to my adamant proclaim that I'm not into internet dating and "it doesn't work for me," I found myself peeking at some of the sites. Yes, #8 left me that final voice mail message only three days ago and in a sudden panic of being faced with yet another year ahead of me sans sex, I began to look at what my options might be. 

So log on, I did, just to take a look because as the Match.com ad suggests, "it's okay to look." I just wanted to see what was out there. Fifty pages of men came up between the ages of 38-48. Yes, it just now occurred to me that 38 is seven years younger than me. Geez, it didn't seem all that long ago that 38 was just a few years younger. Cripes, where does the time go anyway? 

Next I checked out plentyoffish.com and again, at least fifty pages of pretty fit fellas filled the screens. Cupid.com had over 20 pages. I didn't look too closely, but I didn't really see a lot of repeat guys. WHERE ARE these men? I don't get it. 

As I've mentioned before, I'm out and about this fair city doing a variety of activities from outdoor sports like biking, walking at the parks, dog walking, and festivals to cultural events like art walks, gallery openings, theater, and concerts. I talk to everyone about anything and yet, never meet any interesting (available) men. I just don't get it. Are these websites full of hooey? Do these men even exist in this city or is it all just a marketing ploy?

I was talking to a married with children friend yesterday who listened to my mile long list of social activities these past few weeks and she gave me an empathetic 'tisk tisk' and admitted you just don't meet anyone at these random one time only events. It has to be through a more long-term activity like work, school or a special interest club that meets weekly. I went to a gym every week for a whole month once. Nothing happened. Sigh.

Still wary about signing up for any of these dating sites, I decided to see what the competition held. So I checked out the "men seeking women" section (I had to log in with a faux user name and birthday) and low and behold, there are at least as many, probably more, pages of women seeking men. Gorgeous women. Fit women. Fashionable women. Women with good jobs, distinguished careers, money in the bank, mortgages in their names, cars to drive themselves to the date. Yeah, the competition is fierce. 

I think I'll just have to carry on in my own little delusional world of thinking I can meet a man 'the old fashioned' way. In person. Through friends. Throwing myself in front of his bicycle while I'm out power walking. And wowing him with my charming personality before he discovers all my shortcomings. 

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Lacking Greenbacks in the Emerald City

As the economy (and my bank account) struggles, we are all too aware of the cost of living, as well as the cost of playing. Luckily, we live in a city that has a lot to offer in the way of cheap, and even free, entertainment. 

The most expensive thing I did this weekend was to go see Sex and the City at the Big Picture theater in Belltown. And, yes, I could have saved a buck and seen it at one of the other major theaters in town. Actually, if I'd waited just a bit longer, I could have seen it on video! But being a die hard fan of SC, I just had to see it at the theater. And there's no better place than the Big Picture for that kind of over-the-top film. Seemed appropriate.

After the film, we grabbed a bite of Thai food sharing an appetizer and an entree. Cost = less than the movie. We then sauntered over to our favorite Suite 100 Gallery for a peek at the opening exhibit (free) and visit with our friends there. Next stop- Canlis, where my pal's new man works. Being the best boyfriend in the world, he set us up with a glass of lovely champagne as soon as we settled ourselves in the bar. Before we knew it, a buffet of fabulous desserts were promptly delivered at our table. "I wasn't planning on splurging tonight," I announced as I reached for my fork. Yeowza, these treats were delectable. When I looked up from my sweet-fest, two pink Cosmo's  landed on our table. It was true bliss. One my tummy can't afford to repeat anytime soon, but such a wonderful, and unexpected, treat. That was my first meeting of my friend's new love. My vote?  He's a keeper.

Saturday, another friend invited me to join her for the Historical Society's Home Tour on Capitol Hill. She insisted on treating me for my upcoming birthday, later in the month. It was a day of touring some of the historical and interesting homes on Federal Avenue E. Later, I met another girlfriend at Volunteer Park for the (free) Shakespeare in the Park production of 'Hamlet.'

Today, consisted of a stroll through Fremont Market.  Although there were plenty of interesting displays, I didn't make any purchases. It was entertaining enough to just look, be outside and enjoy the event with my friends.

Okay, so a few of these activities were gracious gifts from others. I certainly don't expect that kind of generosity on a regular basis. But in the spirit of keeping things simple and further exploring cheap summer days, there are free outdoor concerts at various parks, the Olympic Sculpture Park, plenty of parks to stroll through, bike paths to ride, places to picnic, the first Thursday art walk downtown, the Second Saturday Ballard Art Walk, Sunday farmers' markets in nearly every neighborhood, gallery openings, Ballard's Seafood Festival with free concerts and wine tasting events at local wine shops. With gas prices climbing to record breaking heights, finding affordable options within walking, busing or biking distance is more appealing than ever. And I, for one, am up for the challenge. 

If there's one thing I don't need to worry about, it's how I'll enjoy my summer on my extremely tight budget.