Now I realize that I’ve been home for almost a freaking month, but I can’t even begin to describe what an insane month it’s been. So here you go…photos from my trip last month. Next up? Belated Mythbusters results. I didn’t forget!!

Apparently this is what happens when I get all excited about apple blossoms. 
View from work at about 12:00pm today.  Thank god the snow wasn’t sticking.  I’d still be there.

This is what happens when you get home too late for any good light and decide to goof off a little with crap home decor around the house.

It’s f*cking snowing in Seattle.  Again.  In March.  WTF??

My grandmother taught me how to knit when I was in middle school. The first thing she taught me was to knit a “warsh”cloth (her pronunciation, kind of like “Warsh-ington”). Turns out, they’re the best damn kitchen warshcloths I’ve ever used.

“Noe mor BIGDOGS! BIGDOGS clobr Chloe. I can haz hart atk. I wtch frm here”

Finally spring makes it’s way to Seattle. 

My attempt at Project 365. One photo a day for 365 days. Wish me luck!

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I suck.  You’d think I’d be able to take at least 20.

When I used to travel all the freaking time for work, my favorite airplane read was People magazine.  Easy read, not too much thinking involved.  My kind of stuff. 

Anywhoo, in a freak “buy something from my kid’s school fund-raiser or else” episode, I’m now the proud owner of a subscription.  No comments, Kristina, we’ve already established that I’m not known for my literary choices.  Hence the reason Book Club never got off the ground, I think.  But I digress.  Again.

I just got around to reading the Tori Spelling issue, where the main attraction was an interview with her about her newly published book (no comment, except to say that’s one I will not be reading), and her second pregnancy.  One of the pictures in the article was from her wedding with Dean McDermott.  You know, your standard, on the beach in Fiji, barefoot and happy posed wedding picture.  Not sure why I noticed this, but I.SWEAR.TO.GOD that Dean was rocking a French pedicure in the picture. 

 That’s a little much Metrosexual for me.

**  I scoured the Internets for an online pic of this, and unfortunately my cleaning lady took the issue today when she worked hard for her money cleaning my sty of a house while teaching the dog Portuguese, or I would have scanned it.  I wish I could get your opinion on this, cuz it’s totally creepy.

Dammit.  Now I have that Donna Summer song in my head.  With a Portuguese accent.

Have you ever felt inadequate at work? Woefully, impossibly inadequate, so much that  you wonder what the bloody hell they were thinking when the hired you?  If so, I right there with you. 

I’ve felt like this off and on since I started my new job.  More so than any other job I’ve had.  Is this a sign that I’ve finally found my match?