For the time being

Monday is here again. Another wonderful weekend under my belt. I will go into greater detail (and I will because it is too good not to share) when time allows. I must share what I heard over the weekend because it has been a long time since I have heard something so true and so real.

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine "Captain Corelli's Mandolin"

Getting crafty

Lately I have been getting the crafty bug. I think it might be the extra time I have on my hands from cutting back on running and yoga (climbing and biking to be honest). It might be the new found contentment that I have with my house and the feeling of being settled. All these feelings merged together and I have rekindled my artsy side.

I will be the first to admit our recycling bin is often full of wine bottles. Me being the semi pack rat that I can be (thanks to John for keeping me in check) have always been curious to create something from them. First, I read in a magazine about lining a flower bed in upside down wine bottles and then the weed eater would probably crush my aspirations of a nice little flower bed.

My office mate then came across this great idea. A book shelf made from wine bottles and salvaged wood. A step by step guide and a few extra hours here and there just might produce this cool piece of furniture.

Montras for a Monday

As I glide through life, learning more about others, myself, the relationships we create, the world, and how I fit into it new doors open, some close and I grow. Grow grow grow. I want to keep growing, evolving and transforming into a beautiful person.

I often keep too much to myself. When I find myself struggling day to day I have come to figure out that I am probably not connecting enough with people or my surroundings. As soon I step out of my little world and engulf myself with others I realize that it is not all about me. ****Ahhhh***** no Michelle, the world does not revolve around you.... It is getting easier, everyday, easier. As I crawl out of the hole I dug for myself, my family is still all here, just waiting with open arms. Friends are still around; my husband is has big open arms and eyes that make me melt. All this could be gone in shake of a hand. I have wonderful hobbies, a great house, I have created what I want and now all I have to do is enjoy it!

Mantras for a Good Life

1. Always have a dream. Believe in it. Believe in your ability to make it happen.

2. Keep your passions alive.

3. Set goals – even little goals are good and then reward yourself. They will all lead up to you making your dream come true.

4. Make decisions or they will be made for you.

5. Do the “right thing.” You will love yourself more if you do.

Phish

We made it back safe and sound. The first true Phish concernt (more of an event) under my belt. I still have all ten fingers and all my brain cells.

I have never been much of a Phish fan and can honestly say they are not my favorite band, but they are right on when it comes to live performances. They are a ball of fun, they are taleneted and can take their shows to the next level. I am pretty sure that they are one of the greatest live bands.

The best part was our group. The crew we met up with was even better. Lots and lots of dancing, chilling and chatting...

The guys (Bryan, John, Scott)

The view from the top of the venue. EPIC!



A light show that will blow your mind,

The best part is we are going again for Halloween in Indio, CA. We are piling into cars and road tripping!

Phish :: 08.07.09 :: Gorge Amphitheatre :: George, WA
Set 1
1.The Mango Song
2.Chalk Dust Torture
3.Middle Of The Road*
4.Tweezer
5.Driver
6.Twenty Years Later
7.Ya Mar
8.It's Ice
9.Wolfman's Brother
10.Character Zero >
11.Run Like An Antelope
Set 2
1.Rock and Rolll >
2.Makisupa Policeman
3.Alaska
4.The Wedge
5.You Enjoy Myself
6.Backwards Down The Number Line
7.Piper >
8.Grind
Encore
1.Good Times Bad Times
2.Tweezer Reprise


Phish :: 08.08.09 :: Gorge Amphitheatre :: George, WA
Set I:

The Mango Song

Chalk Dust Torture, Middle Of The Road

Tweezer

Driver

Twenty Years Later

Ya Mar

It's Ice

Wolfman's Brother

Character Zero >

Run Like An Antelope
Set II:

Rock & Roll >

Makisupa Policeman

Alaska

The Wedge

You Enjoy Myself

Backwards Down the Number Line >

Piper

Grind
Encore:

Good Times Bad Times

Tweezer Reprise

SEATTLE SOUNDERS!!

I must admit, I am a newbie to the world of soccer. I was introduced to the phenomenon with our trip to Mexico. We would roll into a town that was obviously impoverished, they always had a little tienda that sold jerseys and stuff of that sort. Rolling through towns, kids would be playing soccer on big dirt fields (not basketball). Back to the states and this year Seattle came on the scene with the Sounders. Alex, my office mate and die hard soccer fan got season tickets. I heard about all the games. Then a few weeks ago I went for myself. Now I am hooked! What a fun sporting event to watch. The next thing I know I am trying to get tickets to a few more games here and there. Today, John and I are packing a bus with some friends and going to watch Barcelona game. What fun... cheers... boos... chants.. and a packed stadium.

Here is an excerpt from the Stranger for a little reading. Go to the entire article for a good read.

The average attendance for Sounders league matches at Qwest Field (as of July 25) is 30,204. People. In one place. For comparison's sake: a rock show at the Paramount (2,807), a concert at KeyArena (16,641), a festival at the Gorge (25,000). Picture Sasquatch! Now add SIFF opening night at the Paramount. Now go ahead and add David Byrne at the Paramount also. Now put them all downtown and let them fight for parking or try to find a bike rack. That's what happens at nearly every single match of a sport that people have always said could never catch on in America.

The Sounders' average attendance is nearly double the estimated Major Soccer League average of 15,599. Attendance greater than 30,000 has been announced at the last several recent Sounders home matches, against teams like San Jose (average attendance: 10,657), D.C. (14,003), Houston (15,632), and Chicago (12,838). These crowd figures place Seattle at number one in Major League Soccer—which the Sounders only joined this year—comfortably ahead of the other 14 teams. Number two is Toronto at 20,277. Dallas is last with 9,464.

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Why should Seattle, of all places, have so raging a boner for so anti-American a pastime?

Well, the easy answer is in the question. But to go slightly deeper, let us consider the anti-soccer faction. It's easy to find middlebrows and neocons grinding axes about the sport on blog after loudmouth blog. Franklin Foer's otherwise somewhat-impenetrable book How Soccer Explains the World offers a dedicated list of prominent footie opponents, including USA Today's Tom Weir, who once wrote that "hating soccer is more American than apple pie, driving a pickup, or spending Saturday afternoons channel surfing." The late senator and 1996 vice-presidential candidate (and retired pro "real" football player) Jack Kemp derided soccer as "socialist" on the floor of the U.S. Congress. Radio sports loudmouth Jim Rome has long made his antipathy for soccer a point of pride ("I will hand [my son] ice skates and a shimmering sequined blouse before I hand him a soccer ball. Soccer is not a sport, does not need to be on TV..."). Fractionally less-hysterical language comes from Allen Barra of the Wall Street Journal: "Yes, okay, soccer is the most 'popular' sport in the world... So what? Maybe other countries can't afford football, basketball, and baseball leagues; maybe if they could afford these other sports, they'd enjoy them even more." I did say fractionally.

You may detect a recurring tone in these objections. Soccer is not simply unenjoyable, it's a threat to our way of life (however bovine that way of life may be), our government, our economy, our manhood. You'd think they were talking about electric cars. But no less a liberal pinup than Keith Olbermann is a notorious mocker of the sport and its worldwide appeal; his dismissive asides began when he was an ESPN anchor and continue on his MSNBC broadcasts. And in a hilarious report occasioned by Team USA's upset victory over Spain, Stephen Colbert declared soccer "the sport for fourth graders that foreign people take seriously." Fair enough.

The truth is, complaints against soccer may not be fundamentally aesthetic, but psychological. It issues from the unalterable human tendency to interpret other people's preference for things other than your favorites as a judgment against you—you like soccer, so you must be saying that football is for assholes. In which case, soccer is for assholes, asshole. The details are just filler. Why else would anyone care? People make fun of the sport the way people make fun of Canada—it's the easiest target imaginable. Until you go to Canada, that is.

Phishy

Snap. Snap. Snap.
All I want to do is just snap my way out of my not so shining days, enter into a positive state of mind and be the happy person that I know is earthed inside my body. Life is one hell of a journey. Sometimes it is the ride of our lives and others it is a summers breeze. Right now I am in between, the grey area, it is the time to snap out of this rut I have dug and smell all the fresh flowers that I have planted. Life is too short for this kaka. As Betsy would say it is time to pull up my big girl panties.
What better than a weekend away.... at a Phish concert, to get me out of my head, dance in circles, and be wild for a couple of days.
That is right, the weekend is finally here! We (John, ME!, the Dorrs, Scott, Corrie, Lawson, et. al. ) Are packing up and heading to the Gorge to let loose and PHISH! Our living room is full of all the necessities, once Thursday rolls around we are out of here!