Come on ride the train

I got to ride the SLUT last weekend.  The SLUT is Seattle's newest attraction with the most unfortunate acronym. The South Lake Union Trolly, or streetcar as the city refers to it, runs about a mile from lake union into downtown, which isn't a far walk. Nonetheless, it's a fun little ride.

The Weather Outside is Frightful

soy bomb? 

My Heart is Made of Wood

Diesel, my roommates frenchie looking festive, ahhh xmas!

Its a Blue Xmas Without You

I'm looking surprisingly at the kitty, she's great.

Merry Christmas!

Tonight we had a finger nail polish huffer. The guys face was dotted with paint. His clothes had little speckles of every color nail polish you could think of. He said he went through 25 bottles of it a day. He would paint his nails, huff it then take it off and repeat. His finger tips were red and raw and his cuticles were coated in various color layers. He was a crazy crazy man and he asked me if I thought he was a vegetable. I told him he looked like a person to me. 

To Believe

Later, I sang britney spears with an exceptionally intoxicated transient man who said "I know I have problems but that girl is all messed up." At least he's keeping up on the tabloids.

Top of the World

I'm home having lunch at work, it happens sometimes when were in the area. I can pop in and nuke my faux mac n cheese and talk to the cat until we get a call. The neighbors of our duplex are next door playing heavy metal in their garage that they insulated with matresses that i'm constantly worried will catch fire and do nothing as far as insulating sound is concerned. I don't mind their music, its nice they are being creative. Today we had a lady who was a hard core rubbing alcohol huffer. She was older, early 60's, from Germany with a thick accent and lived with her elderly mother who buys her the rubbing alcohol at Costco, big boxes full she said. She had a towel dripping with the stuff around her neck that the police had to help me pry from her hands while she kept trying to get it up to her face, her clothes were soaked in it also. She would say proudly, "No, I don't drink alcohol! Test my blood! Oh, rubbing alcohol, yes! I put it on a towel and sniff it!" She then sang a variety of christmas songs and show tunes on the way to the hospital.

I Know

Bloody Marys and records with Tammy means a great weekend.  Finished making xmas cards so check your mail box!

You Didn't Know Then

Never Give Up

I Made You Out of Snow and Love

I Wrote Your Name in the Snow

I Would Do It For You Too

This x-mas cactus came from my mom. About a year ago her elderly neighbors moved, trusting the life of their ancient massive cactus into the caring arms of my mother. I came for a visit in the summer and immediately fell in love with it. Lucky for me, mom had no interest in caring for such a behemoth and was practically shoving it in a box with my name on it the second I mentioned its beauty. It had already suffered some loss of limb, been cast from the house to weather the elements, and appeared a bit parched. I think it was my moms way of killing it kindly instead of suffer the guilt of just tossing the neighbors heirloom in the trash, something we can all relate to when cleaning out the closet. So in a box it went, then on my plane with the luggage and up to Seattle. I was having doubts about reviving the giant as I pulled it from its box leaving many of its shriveling parts behind. I decided to give it a chance. I pulled out my biggest pot, bought the best soil at the nursery and kindly planted my new friend. It struggled, looking ragged and sad, I held back its water thinking of other cacti, I drenched it in the best midday sun, but it couldn't beat the depression. I called my mom, frustrated, after 4 months. She said "Oh! I guess I didn't tell you the instructions that were left with it!" Instructions!?! "One liter of water a week and moderate sunlight, that is what the neighbor did for something like 50 years." A liter a week!?! No wonder it was looking like crap. So, for the last 2 months a liter a week its gotten. It looks amazing! I was so proud of it, reaching out and stretching its branches. I was beside myself when I noticed its first new leaf, a tiny pale green sign of hope. Then there were more, on almost every limb, triumph. Last week I was in the kitchen where the cactus lives atop the fridge on brilliant display when I noticed something on a low limb that often hits my tall roommate on the head. I inspected closer and smiled. Looking around the plant I noticed more, one on almost every outstretched leaf. She was blooming. I took it as a thank you from her in the most beautiful display of bright red. She is alive and well again.

Holding Up the Sky

Boulder Creek Trail on a misty cold Saturday.

Color was getting washed out, I forgot to charge the camera and the battery was dying. It was prettier then this.