Girlfriend in Tacoma
Jan. 31, 2008 at 1:36am
Tacoma's girlfriend goes quiet
(what betty does, left to her own devices)
Gah, time flies when you're not blogging.
so what does a homemaking arts loving Tacoma dwelling blogger do when not blogging about homemaking and Tacoma dwelling?
Well, there was a golf trip to Tower Lanes, with the kid killing both adults in mini golf. Tacomaness abounded, with random peeps in the bowling side of things, the alcoholic side of things, and the 6th Ave goes West End side of things-- it was a big sigh of relief to know we really *were* home. The antique mall (Hamiltons?) made me happy in ways only antiquing can make me happy, and a family fun day was enjoyed by all. The rest of the week was more than occupied by my pursuit of gainful employment, the kid's full schedule of Y classes ( gymnastics, dance, and swimming) and a rigorous schedule of dust-bunny chasing, as well as the frantic chase of the elusive 100 miles run-month (if I run 4 miles tomorrow, I succeed!!)
--And then, there was the trip to Crystal Mountain... It kinda' coulda' gone horribly awry by the mate's directional impairment-- he had us nearly to Rainier before suspecting he was going in the wrong direction (I helped to lead him in the right direction) -- we had a fab day of snowboarding, the first in 7 years. I missed it in ways I can't articulate, I loved it in ways you'd have to experience to understand. There's something about the peaceful snowy scroooootch of the board as you carve a line, leaning into the hill, that just has to be felt, to be able to go...mmmm. yeah. right.
At any rate, there was also the odd foray into the domesticity called...sewing... that led to my silence. I have discovered I love making bags. Yes, weird. I know. But.., .... meh. I make bags now. Purses, Gym bags, lunch bags, shopping bags, random bits of carrier.
It's fun.
Craftster is my new crack, for the time being. And like a Seuss character, "and I will crochet and I will sew, and I will mom saying, no no no! And yet I'll stitch and then maybe bitch, and I will say ya wanna buy my shiz-nitch?"
-and then, I'll snowboard, and hang out at Tempest enjoying Denise's fab blonde 'do, and I'll try to enlist a friend to go see Juno with me, and get my sis to T Town and.. hell, all the rest of it.
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