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“I always felt rock and roll was very, very wholesome music.”
-Aretha Franklin

Last week we stumbled across some $9 dollar last minute tickets to the Kiss concert on Craigslist. It was some promotional deal from a radio station. Barely believing it was a real deal, we purchased them and went to the show. We ended up with $200 seats and had a great time. We even saw and spoke to Jonathon from "The Deadliest Catch," on the Discovery Channel -the captain of the Time Bandit crab fishing boat. (You can actually see him for a second in the first video, getting his picture taken below the stage.)
He was behind us in line at will call.

There were tons of explosions, fireballs, and confetti. And of course, there were men in tights and makeup flying over our heads on cables, hanging from the rafters, and tossing their sweaty 80s hair. Our dinner at a Seattle Thai restaurant actually cost us more than the tickets! Overall - a long-overdue good adult time.

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"Greatness is always built on this foundation: the ability to appear, speak and act, as the most common man." - Shams-ud-din Muhammed Hafiz

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"Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people."
-Allen Beck

Tonight at dinner, my two year old looked up from her spaghetti and said, "You my best friend, Momma." I don't think I've ever heard anything so sweet.

Call me Gimp. The Immaculate Gimp.

"Great things are done when men and mountains meet."

-William Blake

So, we've all heard of the immaculate conception, but has anyone heard of immaculate injuries? I seem to be stricken by this very UNholy malady this past week. Out of nowhere, and without a single stumble, snap, or twist, I had this awful pain in my foot and ankle. I'll spare you all the details. I went to Urgent Care. Since the doctor couldn't figure out what it was, he said he'd "treat it like a sprain." I was put on crutches and in a splint and kept off that leg completely. So when it started to swell more, hurt worse, and freak me out 2 days later, I went back to the doctor. Now they are thinking I might have gout, or I might have plantar fasciitis, or I might have a blood clot, or I might have rheumatoid arthritis. All are unlikely, and none completely cover all symptoms. So now I'm on drugs for gout, have an appointment with an orthopedic doctor, and pain meds. Fun stuff. And on top of it all - major cabin fever. So we headed for the mountains yesterday. I figured at the very least, I could definitely handle sitting in the car for a few hours. (I was wrong. It hurt like heck.) Nevertheless, we had fun and the kids were able to take a short hike with Daddy on Mt. Rainier while the dog and I camped out in the car. :) Our senses were filled, our hearts were joyful, and our bodies were tired. It was a good day.

My Rebel Foot:

See that mountain way off in the distance? That's where we're headed!

Getting closer:

Oops - Aidan needed to go potty Right NOW!:

And he picked Addison and I some flowers on his way back to the car:

Even closer:

Heading up the hills:

Do I look perturbed and sweaty???? I wonder why?

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"The best thing you've ever done for me

is to help me take my life less seriously"

-Indigo Girls, "Closer to Fine"

This weekend, we took a drive down "Egg and I" road. I have to admit that, once again, I fell in love. Along with Port Townsend, I feel that I MUST somehow, someday, live on Egg and I road.

This is a turkey vulture in flight. It was sitting right next to us as I fumbled for my camera.

This quote is primarily dedicated to my daughter. It's hard to hold on to a good brood fest, or even do any serious thinking at all, when a gorgeous little sprite with dirt on her face runs through the yard, hair flowing back like ribbons in the breeze, a banana in one hand and a chunk of homemade bread in the other, yelling, "Chichens! Chichens!"

Today she helped me clean the coop, dig holes, add another layer of dirt to the kennel "floor," and feed treats to the chickens. By dinner time she was filthy and exhausted.

She had a hard time sharing the bread. Since she helped me make it the other day, she's found that she LOVES homemade honey oatmeal bread with butter for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacktime.

One bite for me....

One bite for you....