Archive for June, 2009



All this talk about Michael Jackson has got me thinking. He was an undisputed musical genius, an icon. He revolutionized pop and his music was the soundtrack of my childhood. However, there is no doubt in my mind that he liked little boys and had inappropriate relationships with a few. And yet nobody really ever talks about it; his contributions to society seem to overshadow his offenses. Why do some people get this luxury while others don’t?  If the pope was charged with child molestation, would the public be so quick to absolve him? What about Obama? Both have made sizable contributions to society, but somehow I suspect they would be condemned. And OJ Simpson was found innocent of murder, and yet the public has not been quick to forgive him. Can someone’s legacy outshine their alleged faults?

In my opinion, part of it was because Michael Jackson became so pathetic; he was obviously a lost soul and everyone felt bad for him.  He had so much talent and he let his craziness get in the way of a long and prosperous career. Similar to Whitney Huston.  Bobbbeeeey!!! 🙂


homemade is better.

Look at the card I received for our anniversary. Homemade is way better. It’s hard to show, but it unfolds into nine squares and has a message on the back.

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The back of the card reads:

“Happy 8th Anniversary Kindra! It’s no surprise to me that our relationship has brought us this far. We really know how to keep things fun & exciting! Camping Kindra, cocktailing Kindra, beach Kindra, sports-fanatic Kindra, dancing Kindra, dressy Kindra and traveling Kindra…are all among the many faces of Kindra that I love. Thank you for making a conscious effort in keeping things alive. I’m looking forward to many more years with you. I love you with more passion and might than words can describe. Derek”

Ok, typically I’m not a super gushy, lovey-dovey girl but OMG! Don’t you just get all warm and fuzzy inside from this card?!?! My boyfriend is better than yours is! Neener, neener, neener.


skip the shortcuts.

On Sunday, we crossed over to Bainbridge to meet King for Father’s Day (King is Derek’s dad; we call him King – I’m not exactly sure why but he’s been King since I’ve known him). In the car, King told us a funny story.

He had been out kayaking in the bay for hours. Upon his return, he walked into the house and was immediately hit with a NASTY smell. I’m talking a stop-you-in-your-tracks kind of smell. It didn’t take long before he realized it was coming from the trash compactor. He proceeds to tell us that instead of taking out the garbage he squirted a few sprays of his cologne in the garbage. GROSS GROSS GROSS!! I can’t believe he thought this was a good idea! As you can imagine, this did not work and it only made it smell worse.  If your garbage stinks, take it out. Trying to make it smell better is a waste of time.

Although I don’t really think his motive was laziness (I think it had more to do with the cost of the trash compactor bags which is another post entirely), it made me reflect on my own actions. Trust me, there have been plenty of times where I’ve tried to take a shortcut or the easy way….and it never seems to pay off. Despite my patience problem (and my inclination towards instant gratification), I’ve learned that it usually takes less time to do it right the first time.


Mount St. Helens

We have a book of the best tent camping in Washington State. And it is our goal to camp at every place in the book. This weekend the book led us to Mount. St. Helens. We stayed at a campsite called Lower Falls, near Cougar, WA. It wasn’t the best campsite we’ve ever been to (too many sites and too many RVs), but the area was beautiful! We saw several impressive waterfalls, embarked on couple hikes and walked on lava fields. Unfortunately, Mount St. Helens was under a cloud the entire weekend so Derek wasn’t able to get any prize photos of the famed volcano. Oh well, maybe next time. We did go on a long drive and scoped-out a camping spot we’d like to try in the future.

As usual, we had a great time – here are a few photos.








We are off to celebrate our eight-year anniversary this weekend! Can you believe it, eight years! It’s insane.

I’ll post pics of our adventure on Sunday.


same but different.


We both love coffee and tea equally.

We both consider camping one of our favorite activities.

We both like riding bikes – although me more recently than you.

We both enjoy gardening and seeing our edible plants grow.

We each have a strong appreciation and love for the pacific northwest.

We both enjoy playing games.

We both value family and friends.

We are both very loyal to each other.

We both have outgoing personalities.

We both enjoy going out to dinner and cooking. Dinner is an event.


You detest products and bottles on the bathroom counter. I loathe junk on the kitchen counter, taking over all of the cooking space.

I enjoy watching TV, you don’t.

I brush my teeth with hot water. You, cold water.

You like beer – I prefer wine.

I am a fast reader. You, not so much.

You are a good sweeper and you don’t mind it – I hate sweeping.

I prefer my showers scalding hot – you like yours luke warm.

I can tolerate a messy house for a few days but I quickly become agitated and anxious. I’m not sure if it even bugs you.

You are skilled photographer and you have a keen eye for composition. My pics are predictable and uninspiring.

You eat soup with a big spoon; I opt for a smaller one.

Although I do LOVE salty and crunchy snacks like chips, I don’t like my food over-salted and buttered. I don’t. And I don’t understand why this salt-thing is such a point of contention for you. It makes my hands swollen and I retain buckets of water. It’s uncomfortable. It has nothing to do with you personally – I don’t like it when anyone over-salts my food. You don’t eat ground meat, so I stopped cooking it. I don’t make you eat it.

I am bossy in the kitchen – fine, I’ll own it. I think my way is the best way. But you are a taker-overer. If you don’t like how I’m doing something, you’ll take over. You can also be a KIA (know-it-all).

We aren’t the same. We have a lot in common, but we aren’t the same. That’s what makes us work. The good news is that we agree more than we disagree. And we agree on the big things. After eight years (Sunday is our eight year anniversary), there’s no one I’d rather disagree with.

I’m sorry we got in a stupid fight tonight. One thing we definitely both have in common is a mean case of the HUNGRY ANGRIES. I’m sorry. I love you.

Oh, and I don’t throw items in the recycle bin without removing the caps just to make you mad. I promise.


segway scandal.

I don’t normally rant and rave about government, politicians, etc. While I do try to stay informed of the issues, I usually get bored and generally I feel apathetic about all of it.

However, there is nothing that angers me more than Seattle Parking Enforcement riding around on Segways. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? My tax dollars are paying for SEGWAYS for the fat, lazy parking enforcement team?  At $5,000 a piece, I’m livid. The city should be ashamed of this frivolous expense, but instead they brag about. In a recent press release they boast, “Seattle Police Department now operates one of the largest fleet of Segways in the nation for parking enforcement…By being openly mobile, our PEOs on Segways have observed they are easily approached by people and engaged in positive conversations.” Give me a freakin’ break. When is the last time you were happy to see a parking enforcement agent at your car – regardless of how they arrived there. This is a complete outrage!

What happened to bicycles? Or feet? Heaven forbid a parking enforcement officer should have to WALK.  I can’t believe that the city is supporting this crap. I swear, next time I see one I’m going to push it over and run.


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