Sunday, April 19, 2009

no addictive personality here...


Woohoo! No more Sri Racha, Cholie! ;)

Friday was a gorgeous afternoon in Seattle, so Peter and I decided to grab a few cheapseats to the Mariner's game. I'm not sure if you can tell just how high up we are in the stands, but our official ticket assignments were one row in front of the very top of the stadium. Luckily we were on the side with a phenomenal view of the sound behind us, and we grabbed a few empty seats closer to the steps for this lovely picture of the Mariners Moose. Which leads to the question, Why is the Mariner's mascot a moose? Did there used to be moose in the area before people moved in? Really, shouldn't the mascot be a big salmon? After I suggested this to Peter he agreed and added the excellent idea that the security guard could cart the salmon around as it flopped on some sort of plate while encouraging fans to cheer. We are an idea couple.

The game was exciting--we got to see Ichiro hit a single that brought two runs, and although Ken Griffey, Jr did not get a hit I now know from the jumbo tron that his favorite song is Ice Cube's "Today was a good day." It was pretty cool when Ken went up to bat, because the stadium suddenly had a visual eruption of camera flashes of all the fans taking pictures of him. From our vantage point high above the action it was an impressive effect.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


One of the most exciting aspects of our winter holiday fun in San Francisco was finding a store in Chinatown that sold big bottles of Sri Racha hot sauce for less than half the price of a big bottle at QFC in Seattle.

Peter and I are of one mind and heart when it comes to hot sauce.

well

It was so exciting and fun to see Lara's new blog that I thought I may as well start my own. Maybe for some reason blogging will be more achievable than journaling, since keeping a journal has been a woefully underkept new year's resolution since I was at least 11 years old. Although I do have a fabulous 20 pages or so from 5th grade written in a little white leather journal with a birthday inscription from my dear cousin Emily, who I think I recall from conversations this summer is a bit of a blog-a-holic. But when are writing and reading a bad thing? Especially when it means staying aware of people you love?

My next goal, after figuring out how to perhaps print these posts to fully "count" as a lasting journal, is to get my big sister Nichole to start a blog...