Archive for November, 2008


toy soldiers

Today Derek and I were walking in Capital Hill. As we walked past Seattle Central Community College, we came across the following display. I thought it was a very interesting and creative way to make a point.





’tis the season.

…to make hot buttered rum! I made some this weekend and it is DELICIOUS. The great thing about this recipe is that it’s easy to make and one batch will last you through the winter. Seriously, just make it. You won’t be sorry.

This recipe is great with and without rum. It’s also tastes wonderful in coffee.

Hot Buttered Rum Batter

1 pound butter

1 pound brown sugar

1 pound powdered sugar

1 quart vanilla ice cream, softened

1 tablespoon ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon ground nutmeg

Ok, I didn’t say it was healthy.

Melt butter in a large pot over medium heat. Stir in brown sugar and powdered sugar. Remove from heat, and whisk in the ice cream, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Pour mixture into a container, seal, and freeze. Store in the freezer. When you are ready for a cup, just scoop out what you need (like ice cream) and put the remaining back in the freezer.

In a coffee mug, measure 2 tablespoons Hot Buttered Rum Batter and 1 fluid ounce of dark rum, then fill cup with boiling water. Stir. Drink. Relax. Enjoy.

Happy Holidays!


scratch ticket.

D: Not to be gross, but you know what I like?

K: What?

D: The ghost turd.

K: Excuse me? The ghost turd?

D: You don’t know what a ghost turd is?

K: Nope. I didn’t have brothers growing up – girls don’t talk about poop very much.

D: The ghost turd is when you poop and the turd vanishes down the pipe before flushing. And then you wipe, and there’s nothing there. There’s no trace of poop anywhere, and you begin to wonder, “Am I crazy? Didn’t I just poop”? It’s a ghost turd!

K: <<Trying to hold in her laugh because she doesn’t want to admit she thinks this is hilarious.>>

D: It’s pretty cool. It’s kind of like winning a scratch ticket. It’s not THAT cool, but it’s still a rare treat!


annoying mental list

I’m a list girl. I always have been -always will be. I create written lists, typed lists, mental lists, verbal lists, color-coded lists…you name it…I’ve listed it.  I enjoy the act of writing a strong, actionable list (I find it therapeutic). I also fiercely enjoy crossing items off my list. Nothing feels better than getting “stuff” accomplished.

That being said, I’ve been running around for the past several days with an annoying mental list in my head. You know the kind? It’s pestering me like a like a bee buzzing in my ear or an eye twitch. Like homework that I’ve ignored for too long, and now I’m going to have to pull an all nighter to complete. These are chores that need to be done. I’m thinking if I get my list out of my head and put it down on paper/internet I’ll feel better. Here it goes…

  • Renew Passport – Take photo; develop photo; fill out form; write check; gather the necessary docs; mail package.
  • Send in Ticket – Fill out ticket; send it in; wait for court date. I’ll have to post more details about this one, but not now because I’m still too fired up.
  • Figure out Joint Account – Call Wamu to setup a joint account for me and Derek.
  • Get Nails Done – Fill and color change.
  • Go to Costco – Return a few items, buy Chex cereal.
  • Shoe Repair – Take 4 pairs of heels in to the shoe shop to get them repaired.
  • Crown – Go to the dentist for the first of two appointments to get my crown. Fun.
  • Car – Take my car in. Several months ago I took it in and there was a laundry list of problems. I should probably start working my way through it.

triple the fun.

Derek and I spent the weekend in Wenatchee with my family (dad, stepmom and the triplets). This weekend was the triplet’s eighth birthday party – I can’t believe they are eight!

I’ll never forget when they told us they were pregnant with triplets. I had just graduated from High School and I was getting ready to go to Mazatlan for my senior trip. Kristen and I were shocked; talk about a surprise! I knew they had been trying to get pregnant for awhile, not because they told us, but because I noticed in the laundry my dad switched from briefs to boxers. What I didn’t know was that they had already tried IVF (in vitro fertilization) two times and that they were ready to give up. It’s a horribly invasive and very expensive process. By the grace of god, they decided to try a third time…it turns out the third time really is the charm! The pregnancy was VERY difficult and my stepmom was in the hospital for most of it because she kept going into labor. We counted the days and weeks – hoping and praying the bugs would stay put and develop.

Fast-forward to November 18, 2000. I was a freshman at USD and I had been out partying all night. I stumbled up to my dorm room, and saw my roommate Liz had written the following message on our dry erase board, “Sydney, Nathan and Reid were born tonight! Call your dad. Congrats!” I was so excited!

They were 33 weeks when they were born and they each weighed about 3 lbs. You could hold them in one hand. On Christmas day, we finally brought the last baby home from the hospital. They are amazing – I am SO lucky to have them in my life.


just another wednesday.

I’m too tired to write a super thoughtful and in-depth post – but I’m feeling really guilty for being blogsent (get it? Blog-absent! I just made that up!) the last couple days. So, here’s a random update.

  • Wednesday Night Dinners – Since it’s rainy and gloomy out, we decided to start “Wednesday Night Dinners” with Stacy and Andre. So far, it’s been really great; it gives us something to look forward to in the middle of the week. Last week they made pot roast, and this week we made French dips.
  • Gym – My AM gym sessions have been going reasonable well. I went Monday and Tuesday, but I couldn’t drag myself out of bed this morning. I’ll hit it hard tomorrow…hopefully.
  • Prop 8 – I’m absolutely sick about Proposition 8 in CA. People, we have to progress FORWARD. Not backwards. I do not understand how anyone feels it is within their rights to ban someone else from marriage. GAH!  On the other hand, congrats to Connecticut.
  • Soup – Derek and I have been making a new soups on Sundays. So far, we’ve made a mushroom barely soup and chili. I’m open to suggestions if anyone has a good soup recipe!
  • Thanksgiving – I’m really looking forward to Thanksgiving. This year, I’m spending Thanksgiving with Derek’s family (plus all four girlfriends) at a cabin on Mt. Baker. Good food, board games, puzzles, football, drinks and family – what more could a girl ask for?!?
  • Tonight – I made some BOMB Chicken Massaman Curry tonight, although I had a hard time eating it because my mouth was still numb from my visit to the dentist. I had a cavity filled this afternoon. In two weeks, I get to pay $600 out of pocket for a crown – JUST what I wanted to spend my money on. My teeth suck.
  • Perfect home – Today I stumbled on the most perfect home for me and Derek…then reality set in. Unfortunately, we just aren’t in a position to buy anything right now. We both agreed it was perfect for us though.
  • Apology – I couldn’t quite bring myself to take a gift to my landlord (like the poll said), but I did apologize via email. This was his response, “…but you provided so much entertainment! Be sure to put new Year’s eve on your crashing calendar 🙂  It is not to be missed.  Classy attire.” I’m glad he had a good sense of humor about the whole thing.

I think that’s it. Over and out.


morning glory.

Last week, the impossible happened. I actually dragged my sorry butt out of bed at 5:30 to go to the gym before work. My goal was to go Monday – Friday for 45 minutes, and I only made it 3 days.  I only have 45 minutes to work out in the morning, so I feel like I have to go 5 days a week. Regardless of missing my 5-day goal, I’m still extremely proud of myself. To be honest, it’s really not that bad and I absolutely love not having to worry about it the rest of the day. No talking myself in and out of working out 14 times; no getting home from the gym at 7:45 pm; no feeling guilty when I opt-out. It’s awesome! However, it does mean getting to bed early. No more late nights for me.

Hopefully I can make it 5-days this week. Fingers crossed!


tuba man.

If you have ever been to a Seattle sporting event, you have probably walked by Tuba Man. The name pretty much says it all -he was a street musician who unfailingly played the tuba outside the stadiums.  He wore quirky hats and played a wide array of songs. He has been around as long as I can remember and I just found out that he is dead. Apparently he was badly beaten by a gang of teenagers in a robbery and later died from the inflicted head injuries.

I am completely shocked and deeply saddened by this act of violence. It is people like tuba man that make-up the unique and original culture of Seattle. Honestly, I’m not even sure what to say…

This is a sad loss for Seattle – rest in peace tuba man. Seattle will miss you.



a different kind of vote.

Per my previous post, my mom thinks I need to apologize to my landlord for busting into his home uninvited. What do you think? Cast your vote!


sake bombs and dots

It all started with a bottle of champagne and some funny China stories. We were all happy to be celebrating Friday, happy to be celebrating Halloween and all around just happy to be together and hanging out. After all, it had been more than 4 weeks since we’d all hung out; the 4 of us had a lot of catching up to do!

One bottle of champagne, one glass of wine, two flaming sake bombs, three martinis and two Sophia champagne cans later – we were lit up like Christmas trees. And the guys weren’t drinking. None of us were dressed up – and none of us had planned on dressing up. But when we got home from sushi, that’s not what S wanted to hear. As we walked up to my apartment, she couldn’t help but notice that my neighbor was having a Halloween party. The second we get in the apartment, S starts digging through my bins to find costumes for everyone. She is dead-set on going out in her witch costume (thrown together in about 2 minutes). Nonchalantly, I tell her that if she finds me 5 boxes of dots I’ll go to my neighbor’s party with her. Oh geez. The second the words are out of my mouth – I wish I could swallow them. I knew this was going to be bad. She quickly turns on her heel and marches out of the apartment. Less than 5 minutes later she storms back in and throws 6 boxes of dots at me. C’MON NOW – YOU PROMISED.

So, like any good friend, I squeeze into an old ladybug costume. And I mean squeeze! I looked like a woman clinging to her youth – stuffed into a costume that is only appropriate if you’re a size 0 and 15 years old. I looked ridiculous. I knew it at the time, but I was too drunk to care. We had a party to go to – and off we went.

You may be wondering, where did S get those dots? Well, she did what any drunk girl would do…she marched into the neighbor’s house…let herself in…found their candy bowl…got the dots…and ran out. You also may be wondering, Kindra, do you know your neighbors? Were you invited to this party? No, I was not invited. I have never been invited to any of his parties. I have never even been in his house. I also failed to tell you the most important detail – my neighbor is also my landlord. EEEEEKK!

We proceed to let ourselves into my landlord’s house. There aren’t very many people there- so two drunk girls are very noticeable (not to mention that we are the youngest people in the room…by far). We march around the house for a couple minutes like we own the place and then my landlord walks up to me and says, “uh…hey Kindra. This is a surprise.” NO CRAP. At this point things start to get very awkward. He’s obviously not drinking and we…well, we definitely are. In fact, he caught us at his bar. Oh geez!! How old are we?

I’m just going to pretend like this never happened. Ha!



Recently, I completed management training for work. I was expecting it to be pretty boring – but it actually turned out to be great! Part of the training included an SDI (strength deployment inventory) assessment. Based on a series of questions, you are assigned 2 colors that represent you and your motivational value system: one when things are going well; one when you are in conflict. Everyone is provided a triangle that visually represents where they are. Mine looked something like this (see below). The dot represents where I start when things are going well (red) – and the arrow represents where I go in conflict (red/green). There are positives and negatives for each color. Overall, the training was very well received by the group and I would definitely recommend it if you have the chance to do it. I learned a lot about myself.

Red – Assertive/Directing

Concern for Task Accomplishment, Concern for Organization of People, Time, Money and Any Other Resources to Achieve Desired Results

  • Competing for authority, responsibility and positions of leadership
  • Exercising persuasion
  • Being alert to opportunity
  • Claiming the right to earned rewards
  • Accepting challenges
  • Accepting risk-taking as necessary
    and desirable
  • Demonstrating competitiveness

Red/Green – Judicious/Competing

Concern for Intelligent Assertiveness, Justice, Leadership, Order, and Fairness in Competition

  • Providing rational leadership that can assess risks and opportunities
  • Being decisive and proactive when all the facts are in
  • Challenging opposition through thoughtful process and strategy

a blog for anyone, but mostly for me.