A beautiful day in my neighborhood

The boys in San Diego

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A Very Handsome Recycle Man

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Blogging from my phone attempt #2

I think I have this set up right. I hope. Perhaps I'll accidentally post to someone else's blog. Do you know how hard it is to type with this tiny phone keypad? Maybe I can train my son to type my blogs for me.

Going to Legoland this weekend and I couldn't be more excited. Theme park, beach, great weather, time off work, time with the fam, you really can't get any better unless you add win the Lotto to that.

Dangerous. I found out that there is a new yarn shop .3 miles from my office. I am only staying away because I am planning on also going to a yarn shop when we are in San Diego.

Oops. Bus is coming into the station. More later.

It is too warm to think

This is where I start typing and hope that something witty will come out. It is another sunny day in Seattle and I am staring out the window thinking, "Why, why, why, do I have to be inside today?" Come this weekend it will be rainy and cold again. We should just move the weekend in cases like this. Really.

I am starting to see a trend in my blog traffic which relates to the fact that I work as a paralegal. I can only imagine how disappointed those readers I have that come here because I am a paralegal, because I don't talk about it too much. It is kind of ingrained in you not to talk about it because like doctors and patients, attorneys and their clients have this whole attorney-client privilege thing and just to be on the safe side, you just don't talk about your job. Though I can talk in generalities, which I often do. But it really is not all exciting and glamorous, so to blog about it is not all that interesting. Kind of like this post.

But hey, I re-caulked my tub this weekend. Is that interesting? I am digging myself a deeper hole aren't I? I'll stop now. Promise to return with more good stuff once the weather gets all gloomy.

Starting to recover

I tell ya. This weather really has me down. It snowed yesterday. It is April and it snowed. What the heck is going on? Do you know I have a pool in my backyard? When I lived in San Diego I did not have a pool, but now I live in Washington and I do. Mostly it just sits there with a big black tarp on it all year. Then when the sun does come out we spend several weeks trying to get the green stuff out of the water just in time for it to start raining again. Need I say that the house came with this thing and we thought it was a good idea at the time...now...not so much.

But a few weeks ago I was in Los Angeles and I have yet to put any of my experiences into bloggy format. On the Friday that I arrived I was up from 3am to 3am. 24 hours baby. And I felt it. My activities of the day included flying first class, hiking up Runyon Canyon (pictured above), seeing my high school buddy Ryan Gowland and his wife Erica perform at the IO West Theatre on Hollywood Blvd., and going to the Truckstop. It was quite a whirlwind.

Also, I can't really go any further without mentioning my experience at Truckstop. First, I should say, the gal pal I was visiting in LA is a lesbian. Therefore, the bar we went to was a lesbian bar. Apparently there are only two lesbian bars in LA, the other is called Booby Trap.

Before we went to the club we picked up another friend to join us. As we circled for parking I noticed that the line out the club was rather long. It reminded me of that movie Night at the Roxbury and I was starting to wonder how long I would have to stand in my heels before being given the once over and approval to go in. However, the gal we had picked up to join us was a regular. We walked up to the front of the line, kisses on the cheek ensued and we were soon whisked through the satin ropes like royalty. The bouncer inside even stowed our coats for us, since they had no coat check, and a beer magically appeared in my hand. Let me remind you, I had been up about 20 hours at this point and hiked up a frickin' mountain, and I was in 3 inch heels. Then the "show" started. This bar has this Coyote Ugly thing going for it and every hour they have girls dance on the bar. They also have a special girl that gives lap dances for people having birthdays, or I suspect, anyone who happens to say it is their birthday. There are a lot of people having birthdays there, I'm just sayin'. So, while I am not a lezzie, I have to say, I admired this woman's acrobatics and I also was thinking -- yikes. I found a video of her on You Tube.

A word of warning -- this is soooooooooooo not PG. You better not have any kids in the room if you watch this, and definitely a no-no at work.