Short People, Big Love.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009


I'm not sure how you other bloggers roll, but I like to write down different ideas for posts and turn to my little list when I need some extra inspiration. Like, um, today. Let's just be honest, I'm not feeling it today... and by it, I mean pretty much everything. I don't feel good. I'm grumpy. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. A bug crawled up a place we won't discuss, but a place I can assure you seems to be growing bigger. So, yeah. Not. Feeling. It. It's one of those days when you call up a friend, in my case the curly haired Luna Marie, and cry into the phone, "I'm-lonely-and-I-miss-my-friends-and-my-job-is-so-hard-and-it's-still-almost-100-degrees-and-I-want-to-wear-a-sweater-or-at-least-a-cute-scarf. Waaaahhhh!" Yep, one of those.

Lacking inspiration this evening, I decided to pull out my trusty list. I was delighted to see that I had one more Seattle trip inspired post planned and this topic always cheers me up. So, this one is for the little people, my little people. No, not midgets. Shame on you, you know we're not supposed to say that.

Look at that face.
The best part of my day today? Max telling me over the phone,
"I love you, Auntie. Goodnight."

The almost birthday boy, Jude.
(He'll be 2 years old in less than two weeks!)


I can't look at this photo without laughing.

Flynn.
The funniest guy I know.
Somebody needs to put this kid in a commercial.
Whatever he's selling, I'm buying.


Sweet Audrey.
I came downstairs and all the kids were running wild...
except Audrey.
She was meditating.

Puppy Love.

One of the things I love most about being with children is that they ask us to step outside ourselves. "Oh, you had a bad day, Auntie? Well, can we watch Star Wars and eat cookies?" In other words, get over yourself, lady.

I also adore that little people, especially these little people, are just exactly who they are. No one has shamed them (unfortunately I have to add the word yet) into being anything other than who they authentically are inside. They need food and shelter, love and snuggles, play and fun. They laugh when they fart. Why? Because it's funny. They laugh when you fart because, let's be honest, that's really funny. It's not rocket science. It's just life and sometimes we taller folk need to stop taking things so darned seriously all the time. Kids have so much to learn from us, but I can't help thinking we might have even more to learn from them.

I miss these five kids. I miss singing and dancing to "Single Ladies" with Jude (those babies on the internet have nothing on him - little boy can dance). I miss making Max laugh with my creepy zombie walk. I miss pretend camping adventures with Flynn and online paper doll games with Audrey. I miss seeing Nova get older.

So, hey, if any of my short people have learned to read and log onto the computer since Auntie moved to Vegas, I love you. And you. And you. And you. Oh, and you too.

For the rest of you - I promise to pull out of my funk by the next post or, as my mother would say, pull my socks up.

My heart is in Vegas,
but I miss Seattle.

Friday, September 25, 2009



Not many words are needed for this post...



I miss Seattle.





I miss the neighborhoods, the trees, the coffee shops and the people.



I miss the pretty brick houses I used to walk past.





I miss the lake I used to live right by.



I really miss this girl.



I really, really miss eating with her at our favorite Mexican restaurant... and sushi restaurant, and pizzeria, and tapas spot...



I miss my family. I miss my friends.
I miss Yen - who is both friend & family.



I miss my favorite bars, where there is never a dress code.



I miss him and him and her and I only just met her, but okay, her too.





I miss my Danny, but luckily he'll be here soon.



I even miss Cameron who says he's posing like me in this photo. Um, okay. Thanks.



I miss the comfort and the familiarity of close friends.



I miss green.

The night I made new friends...

Wednesday, September 23, 2009



Last weekend, Gabby (hello? gabbyshewrote) and her BFF, John, came into town. Since I've basically been stalking her since the birth of just a small town girl and we officially hit it off on our group blind blog date, we made plans to hang out. Oh, and hang out we did. This last Sunday night was pretty much the equivalent of a first Bachelor one-on-one date. You know, the one where the couple finally hangs out alone after a successful group date? Except this time they bring their gay best friend? No? You don't know what I'm talking about? Well, this is awkward...

{If you know Gabby from her blog, which I know you do, then you know how hilarious she is. She's so funny that I was a little nervous to hang out. I mean, what if she didn't laugh at my jokes? What if there were awkward silences? No worries, folks. This was one fun night and our friendship outside the blogging world has been cemented.}

For weeks, I was looking forward to this night. Maybe I should mention that I'm more of a stay-at-home-in-pajama-pants kinda gal and while I love my nights out on the town, I usually like to plan these out waaaay in advance. Case in point: Last night, I said to Jenner, "I thought you were going out to Lavo." He looked dumbfounded and then said, "Baby, it's 9:30." I was brushing my teeth at the time and looked up surprised, "Really? Huh. I'm tired."

Back to my story... Sunday night was the infamous John's birthday. So, I swung by their hotel (I love how "swung by their hotel" makes it sound as though I didn't get lost several blocks from my house) and took them to my favorite Vegas restaurant, in the new downtown location, Firefly.



Some stuffed dates and alcoholic beverages, not to mention the amazing view of the Fremont Street Experience light show from our table, kicked off the night. We then made our way up and down Fremont Street, ate fried Twinkies, went to the Golden Nugget to ooh and ahh at the shark tank and I played Mom and made them pose for too many photos.







Then we settled into a comfy spot at the Beauty Bar and things got, well, a little more interesting. This is where I realized the dress I was wearing was, at least, two sizes too small.



Wasn't it cute, though? The photo above was only taken after much aggressive bathroom wrangling in the small ten minute window when I didn't have my sweater on. Oh, and the smile on my face? It's only partially because of the freshly ordered drink in my hand. It's mostly because this is one of the few moments of the evening that I'm not profusely sweating thanks to the aforementioned, hateful sweater.

The rest of the night included Jenner joining our posse, secret swapping, laughing fits, political rants, fo realz bonding and cocktails. At one point, I said to Gabby, "Wow, you drink the same drink all night." She responded, "Yeah, I try to stick to one liquor." Long, awkward silence. Then I looked down at the third different concoction of the evening in my hand and said quietly, "Yeah, I usually do that, too. Weird."



The night ended with a walk back down Fremont Street. Well, Gabby and John walked and I... I fell. Now, let me explain. I am clumsy. Period. Not clumsy in an occasional trip kind of way. More like clumsy in a birth defect way. It's true. This fall, however, wasn't my average, non-coordinated slide across pavement. This... this was magnificent. It was the most graceful maneuver I've ever managed to pull off. The only problem is that it wasn't, in any way, intentional. Instead of my usual gawky tumble to the ground, this fall included my arms splayed out in accidental jazz hands and my legs somehow in a perfect stag leap all the way down to the street. And I stayed that way for what I'm pretty sure was at least a couple of minutes. I was mostly in shock, but I was also fully aware that under my sweater, my dress was around my waist. So, I just waited for Gabby and John to notice... and then to stop laughing.

It actually was really funny. While I was down on the ground, I heard the murmurs of nearby people get louder and louder. "Did she do that on purpose?" John later told me he thought I had purposely done the splits. Uh, huh. The only thing missing was me singing out, "And all that jazz!"

It was pretty much the perfect end to the perfect evening. These two are the real deal and I'm so happy to consider them friends. The next day, Jenner asked me why we kept talking into our pretend watches and saying "Whatup, son?". I shrugged and told him it was a long story.

Makeover Madness.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009



{Audrina - Ceiling Eyes - hair}

While working from home this evening, and by working I mean perusing the internet, I became obsessed with Taaz.com and their amazing online makeovers. You upload a photo of yourself and, voila!, you are transformed into a celebrity. You can play around with hair and makeup and when you're done, the site suggests different products to achieve your new look.

There is a rumor flying around my bedroom that I've been playing on this site for approximately three hours, but I am here to tell you that's not true. Okay, I'm lying. It is true. This is so much fun. Jenner, however, is probably getting a little tired of me excitedly yelling out, "Look, baby, it's me with Lindsay Lohan's hair! C'mon, look!!"

Now, I'm telling you. C'mon, look!

{LL hair}


{Lauren Conrad hair}

{Eva Longoria hair}



{Carrie Underwood hair}

{Ashlee Simpson hair - this is actually the color
I'm going for next, but not necessarily the style.}


{Nicole Richie hair}


{Claire Danes hair}


This was waaay too much fun and I stayed up waaay too late doing it. I didn't take the time to upload a new photo with my hair pulled back, but that would be a good idea so you don't see your own hair coming through. Can you imagine how long I would have been fiddling with this if I had? Sheesh...

Lessons learned from my makeover? I'm kinda liking Nicole Richie bangs on my face. Who knew? Oh, and girlfriend needs to wear more makeup. These photos pretty much proved that. You must, you must, you must go here and do this for yourself, but block off a few hours. Trust me, you'll need it.

I was born in a small town.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Well, I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town

When I went home to Washington to visit my family last week, I was excited to stay in Seattle - the city I called home for close to ten years - but I was even more excited to relax in my hometown.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Yes, my hometown is actually a town called... Tokeland. It's a tiny little peninsula on the coast of Washington and was my home for 18 years. As much as I longed for more than Tokeland could offer when I was growing up, I now sometimes ache for the quiet of my mother's house on the bay.



When I'm home, I just breathe differently. There's not really any reliable cell reception and you can truly just take a break from the rest of the world. At my mom's house, there is never a shortage of sitting on the deck, glasses of wine or laughs. (... Or naps, for that matter, but I think that's just me and my 21 month old nephew... What can we say? We get tired.)




On this trip, my mom treated both my sister and me to dinner at one of my favorite places, The Tokeland Hotel. It is the oldest resort hotel in Washington and is the home of my very first job. (My mom also worked there when she was young.)



The hotel is said to be haunted and I love to wander upstairs after ordering my dinner. This hotel is so charming and quaint, but don't let it fool you. It can still scare the bejeezus outta me just as much as when I was a teenage dishwasher working there late at night.











This hotel is so special to all of us. When we walk through the doors, we're treated like family. That's just one of the things that is so nice about a small town.

My dad even built the gazebo in the backyard. (Honestly, not the one that is standing currently, but the previous one.) So, I like to go out there, spend a little time and feel closer to him. When I was a thirteen year old dishwasher/hostess/busser/occasional waitress, he would come in for lunch. I love that memory.



I think John (Cougar, thank you very much) Mellencamp said it best in one of my favorite songs, Small Town:

No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be





I can't wait for my next visit. They say you can never go home again, but they're wrong. And if you're very lucky, you can take a part of that home with you in the big world, always.