Like Getting This Close To Your Dreams

My sisters and I performed this song a million times.

Well, maybe not a million, but at least a thousand. We were pretty good too. I'd take the high part, Anne had the middle part and Linda took the low part. There's even a photo of us in our high-school yearbook performing the song.



And a couple weeks ago, I met a woman who toured around the world with Bette Midler as a back-up singer.

In fact, I was one of HER back-up singers. She was a guest artist at my church, and I sang one line over and over with her:

"I'll Never Be The Same".

She was NOT easy to work with. In fact, the other back-up singer and I were dismissed by her on a couple songs, and she didn't even give us a chance. But I thought, "I have something to learn here, and she does NOT have the power to make me feel inferior. I immediately felt better.

That's when I learned she got to tour with Bette.

I shared how much I admired her for not only her talents, but also for living one of my dreams. And she said "You can do it too...just visualize yourself doing it, know it, and you'll be there".

OK. Bette, you reading this? I wanna be a HARLETTE!

Wouldn't that be cool?

Here's a link to the song I got to sing with Ester Nicholsen:

I'll never be the same.

This in No Way Reflects My Personal Situation

Facebook Life Meets Real Life

This may look like a bunch of cute puppy patooties, but in actuality, it's a significant moment in my Social Networking life.

This was a meet-up of people with dogs, who, with one exception, had only previously met on Facebook.

In fact, three of these pooches have their own Facebook pages, and have been communicating with the human owners through their dogs' voices.

Sounds a little unusual, but it was a lot of fun.

One of the actual humans on Facebook initiated a meeting because he would be in Seattle for his daughter's college graduation. He said he had a few free hours and proposed the get-together.

I suggested the Magnuson Park Off-Leash Area--best dog park in Seattle in my opinion.

Since it was all about the dogs, that's where our attention was focused.

I brought Dudley and Motley, Larry brought his wife Michelle, his daughter and a friend of hers, and his puppies, Seamus and Reggie (who was a little too attracted to me), Martha brought her fiance Adam and puppies Frannie and the famous Buddy-Oskar,

And internationally-renowned Samoyed pooch Jamie brought his dad Doug. Jamie's sister-dog Alice had to stay home because of a recent medical procedure.

There was a lot of smiling and all the dogs got along famously.

Dudley, Jamie and Motley had a swell time at the beach:

And we all got to know a little more about each other as human beings, human pet owners, and real-life dogs.

Before Facebook, I never would have believed this sort of thing was possible. But because my little white dog seems to express a side of humanity that I don't, we've welcomed new friends into our lives.

Pretty cool, I'd say.

This is my Favorite

Really made me smile when I saw this photo that somebody manufactured.

I remember I was anchoring the midday news show on KOMO when George W. had his famous news conference on board the U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln.

I saw that bravado-laden sign and I screamed in the newsroom to the TV... "LIAR!". I wasn't on the air at the moment, since we were carrying the speech.

My program director was anchoring with me, and he quickly asked the board op and one other person in the studio to leave the room. Then he reprimanded me for my outburst.

It was instinctive. I have a really strong Bullshit detector. And he knew it.

Yeah, maybe it was inappropriate to yell at the TV, but it was pretty clear this was a set-up.

Still to be determined:, if the "dumping of Osama's body at sea" was also a set-up.

I think there's a lot more to the story we haven't heard.

Global Love Day

It's coming up soon! May 1st, to be more specific. What's it about?

See below. :

Global Love Day – Sunday, May 1, 2011

We are one humanity on this planet.
All life is interconnected and interdependent.
All share in the Universal bond of love.
Love begins with self acceptance and forgiveness.
With respect and compassion we embrace diversity.
Together we make a difference through love.

It is our vision to unite one and all in a celebration of love and compassion. We honor each May 1st as a symbolic day of unconditional love and call upon all people and all nations to gather together in the wisdom of peace and love.

Global Love Day is the universal recognition of our innate oneness through love. When we come from this limitless love we naturally and easily embrace ourselves and our fellow humanity. Opening our heart, we allow unconditional love to be our guide and compassion to be our gift to life.

We invite you to celebrate with us by consciously focusing on love and what it means to you throughout this day. We hope that by practicing love in all areas of your life, you will find it easy to love unconditionally all year long. Our main theme explains it best... "Love Begins With Me"

What I Can Do
Simply be love. Let the love within your heart be the focus of your awareness throughout the day. Allow yourself to be accepting, forgiving, peaceful, joyful and in harmony with yourself and all life around you. Just be!

Allowing unconditional love to be your primary intention is the main idea, and if you find yourself also wanting to actually "do" something loving or share the day with others, we provide several categories on our website to help give you ideas of how you may approach the day. We encourage you to come up with your own inspired, creative ideas and expressions.

We Celebrate our Humanity
As we continue to connect with people and organizations around the world, we are amazed at how much is being done to positively assist humanity. There are so many wonderful people and associations that are actively working on behalf of a community, nation and even in global proportions.

We often remind ourselves that what is being presented by mainstream information sources is often a narrow and negative perspective of what is happening upon this planet right now. To the contrary, our experience is that there is good and right occurring everywhere. Look for love and you will see it all around you.

You courage inspires us. In a world that has historically revered the negative and fear-based aspects, it takes strength to be and share love. It is time for love to become our common vision.

Please join us. Be a part of this global day by choosing love, compassion, peace, and unity. Love locally and spread it globally.

Tweet, text, post, blog, and share this information with your friends, relatives and coworkers. Join us on Facebook, Second Life, YouTube and numerous other social sites too.

Our flyers are in over 35 languages and available to download and print. We have sample ideas to get you started along with various confirmed events already posted on our site, and you can view over 300 proclamations from elected leaders - plus much more! Please visit http://www.globalloveday.com/ or our main site at http://www.thelovefoundation.com/

My 2011 Oscar Picks

Here's the list of what I believe WILL win the Academy Awards this Sunday night, and in some cases, what WILL win next to what SHOULD win.

Best Picture: The King's Speech

Best Actor: Colin Firth

Best Supporting Actor: Geffory Rush WILL win, but Christian Bale SHOULD win

Best Actress: Natalie Portman

Best Supporting Actress: Melissa Leo

Best Animated Feature: Toy Story 3

Art Direction: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-Part 1

Best Cinematography: Black Swan

Costume Design: The King's Speech

Best Director: UPSET! David O. Russel for The Fighter

Best Documentary: Exit Through the Gift Shop

Best Documentary Short Subject: Poster Girl

Film Editing: Black Swan

Foreign Language Film: Biutiful

Music-Original Score: The Social Network

Music-Original Song: "I See The Light" from Tangled

Short Film-Animated: "The Gruffalo"

Short Film- Live Action: "God Of Love" OR Nawewe --but probably God of Love

Sound Editing: Inception

Sound Mixing: "The Social Network"

Visual Effects: Inception

Writing-Adapted Screenplay: True Grit

Writing-Original Screenplay: The King's Speech

But the big question.....What to wear to the awards? :)

I'm Still Here

I'm here again.

Filing for Unemployment compensation for another year.

Unbelievable.

I really thought I would be able to find a job by now. At least I thought I'd warrant some interviews or make it to the next level of something good. After all, I've got nearly 30 years in my profession, have also worked as a writer, marketing director, TV producer, voiceover talent and I know how to bottle beer.

Turns out I'm "not what they're looking for". But that's all about to change. I can feel it.

Sometimes you just have to wait for the right thing to come to you.

OK, it's time.

I just re-upped my unemployment claim, and they make you take another "waiting week". That means I won't be earning $440 this week, even though I'm following all the rules.

And the mortgage is due.

So, once again, I'm going to have to go into my 401(k) account to help make ends meet. I'm grateful I have some retirement savings, but it's very difficult to spend this money, knowing I'm taking it away from "retirement" funds.

But I've got to pay off my credit card.

And the mortgage is due.

I'm grateful I have a mortgage. Grateful for my health. Grateful that Washington's unemployment benefits are so generous.

And for the most part, this past year has been a good one. I kind of like working part-time.

If I only didn't have to worry about the bills.

Welcome to adulthood.

Hello, Autumn

And so it begins. I celebrate Fall 2010 by baking an apple crisp, from scratch. Anne bought 7 apples and about a cup of oatmeal. Thanks, Anne!

I peeled the apples, mixed in sugar, flour and lemon juice and set aside while I toasted walnuts, and mixed brown sugar, flour, cinnamon, oats, butter, salt and something else I probably forgot.

Then I mooshed it all together and dumped the apples in the buttered pan. The crumbly topping came next. And there was a LOT of it.

45 minutes later, you see the results.

I have to tell you, it tasted fantastic.

Other than that, it was a day of doing relatively nothing. I did the usual job searching on the interwebs, made a couple follow-up calls and tried to keep the dogs happy.

But at the moment, I am still "under-employed". I'm wondering at what point I will stop referring to myself as "under-employed" and start calling myself a "freelancer". There's a little more dignity and responsibility in that title.

I do, after all, freelance for several radio stations in town, and work on voice-over and production projects.

It's off to acupuncture, if I can stand it, tomorrow, then a choir meeting.

I have to show you my choir:

Pretty cool, huh? You won't see me singing though. I'm holding the camera (and singing in the background). I was waylaid by a blood clot in my left leg. Couldn't stand for that long, and wasn't supposed to move too much. But I'm so proud of the new Seattle Center for Spiritual Living Choir! They did a great job.

Fall is always a time of transitions and change for me. Good changes. I'm looking forward to what lies ahead.

A Little to the Left, Please

Oh, that feels so good!

Full Circle

My journey called "Under-Employment" continues.

It's been six months since I was released by KOMO and I am so lucky to have been asked by yet another station to fill in for vacation news relief.

This time, it's KMPS, Seattle's long-standing Country music leader. And how cool is that?

Back in 1983, six months after I first moved to Seattle, KMPS hired me as their afternoon news anchor and reporter. Back then, KMPS broadcast on both AM 1300 and FM 94.1. Both stations were country, but played different music. The AM was much more popular than the FM. The news staff broadcast on the AM and on the FM, the DJ's read the news as well as served as hosts.

FCC requirements pretty much mandated that all radio stations have news staffs of at least 2 people. We had 4 at KMPS. Abbi Kaplan (who has been a good friend ever since 1983) and I were street reporters and anchors. I learned so much from her. I went to fires, police events, the weekly Monday news conference in Mayor Charlie Royer's office, city council meetings, county council meetings, a few courtrooms, breaking news events and all kinds of news conferences.

I met a lot of reporters from other stations, including a couple I'm working with now at KIRO.

In fact, the guy who hired me at KOMO was a man I knew from my street reporting days at KMPS. It was always fun to reminisce about the "old days" with him.....and fun to watch the eyes roll of my MUCH younger colleagues. But it was a bond, and a truth.

KMPS started simulcasting during my tenure in the 1980's, eventually selling off the AM station and concentrating only on the FM. 94.1 KMPS became not only the number one Country Music station in the Northwest, but also, the number one radio station. Long-time morning host Ichabod Caine had a real knack for touching the hearts and souls of his listeners, news guy (and long-time friend) Don Riggs was the master of the 2-line news story. They had fun, going to county fairs, promoting concerts, saluting listeners, and playing the hits.

KMPS still plays the hits these days, and music is really the focus. Ichabod and his wife Scallops were let go late last year, much to everyone's surprise, and new hosts Candy and Potter have taken over the morning reins. They are also married, play the hits, and do little bits about their life together.

The news plays a MUCH smaller role. We used to do 5 minute newscasts at the top and bottom of the hour with weather, traffic, sports.....lots of audio in the news.

Now, there is a one person news department, newscasts are very short, with limited audio, and weather and the baseball score. Traffic reports happen every 15 minutes, and they hit the high spots. These days, it really is all about the music. And that's OK. That's what you have to do in these days of niche-marketing and Personal People Meter Arbitron ratings.

It's really fun to be there again. And you know what? I teared up when I saw the chunky AM/FM GE radio that we bought way back in 1985. I can't tell you how many news stories and traffic reports I "stole" from KIRO and KOMO back then. See, they had so many more resources than we did.

And today, I listened to KOMO, as I prepared my newscast......just to see if they had anything I didn't.

Guess what?

They didn't!

I Have A Website!

That's a lot of white space.

Anyway, that's the logo of "LisaCraze.com", my new website!

I've been working on it for several months with a woman I met through a contact I know from my lisacraze Twitter account.

Funny how this world of social media works. I've owned "lisacraze.com" for several years, but never built a site for it. I guess losing my job at KOMO inspired me to take this step.

It's a necessary calling card if you're doing voiceovers, and I really wanted a way to showcase my dream/vision of voicing movie trailers too.

The site has some trailer mock-ups alongside my commercial, image and narration audio reels.

If you're looking to hire voiceover talent, give "LisaCraze.com" a visit and let me know what you think. I've also posted a blog entry about the reason behind the movie trailer vision.

Looking forward to hearing from yo usoon!

Dancing AGAIN?

How did I get to this place?

How did I step away from dancing for so long? It seems like I was just serving on the board of the Northwest Dance Network. Then I realize it's been more than three years since I backed away from those responsibilities.

After I bought my house, I moved into another realm. I am joyful to have my own home. I love it here. I feel comfortable, secure, at home, enjoy playing with my dogs, learning about the neighborhood, volunteering at the Phinney Neighborhood Association, and spending LOTS of quiet, alone time.

I also stopped dancing.

But this blog is called "Dancing Again". So, that's what I'm doing. Tonight, I start a new Swing-2 class with the Northwest Dance Network. It'll be the first class I attend at the Mt. Baker Community Center. The teacher is Sean Donovan. He's a charismatic guy who is very gifted at translating the joy of dancing to his students' hearts, while drilling the steps into their heads.

I could make a million excuses as to why I stopped dancing again. But instead I will share three truths.

1. I got terrified after a regular dancer got infatuated with me, we had a couple of pretty platonic dates, but he scared the hell out of me.

2. I started to feel very guilty leaving my puppies alone so that I could selfishly go out and dance with, of all things, PEOPLE. (who's the scary one now?)

3. After dancing with lots of guys at an event, I start to take on their angst and energy and it takes a while to clean my psyche. I know that sounds creepy but it's true. During a 4-to-5 minute dance, you absorb a lot of stuff. If your partner is joyful, you pick up on that. Also, if he is insecure and terrified, you feel that too. And for some reason, I have a tough time shaking that stuff off my body. Don't know why.

I was told once that I am a true empath. I'm not sure about that, but I do know I feel the emotions of the room. In other words, if there is grief, I feel it. If there is elation, I feel that too. I don't know how to protect myself and NOT feel. And I don't know if I want to be the kind of person who shuts herself off completely and doesn't feel anything.

Life is weird.

So tonight, I try again. See, the thing is, I LOVE to dance. It brings me real joy. And I pick up steps quickly, follow very well, and always have fun. It's just the act of putting on the appropriate clothing (skirts, hose, fancy shirts for dances, and appropriate loose yet pretty clothing for classes) and getting out the door that I'm so good at talking myself out of.

So, I've put my money where my mouth is. I've already spent the $65 for this series of 6 lessons. And I'm unemployed right now. Spending money is a big deal. I'm hoping the commitment of laying out the cash will be enough incentive to keep me attending the class. And then attending another one. And another one.

Am I strong enough to resist the whining and guilt trips from the dogs? Even as I write this blog, Dudley is nagging me. Bark bark bark bark......he's already eaten, gone potty twice, been cuddled, had bone time and had over a solid hour of my attention.

Oh, he's got me wrapped around his little paw.

Be strong, Lisa. Dance for yourself.

I can do this!

And Many Years Later

The first time I applied to work at KIRO radio, I was living in Westminster, Maryland , hoping to find a great news job in Seattle to justify my desire to leave my news director position at WTTR and join my fiance.

The second time I applied to work at KIRO, I had moved to Seattle, and it was my first choice of a place of employment. I got an interview with Vic Bremer, the infamous News Director who offered me an editor position. I turned it down because I didn't want to give up being on the air.

Two years later, I applied again. I admired my street-reporter colleagues from KIRO, envious of their station's commitment to news and the care they took with their stories.

The fourth time I applied to KIRO Newsradio, was a few years later. I had just lost my job at KMPS and was looking to start anew.

I didn't apply again until I left KING 1090 in 1993. I interviewed with Tom Clendening and we talked about possible talk show positions.

My next contact with KIRO was in 2002. My life in Cleveland was coming to a close, and I wanted to return to Seattle. I had a couple of conversations with Kris Olinger. But, KOMO responded with a job offer more quickly, and I chose to take the KOMO position. It was a good decision at the time, and I spent 7 years and 2 months helping build KOMO Newsradio into a market leader.

Now, Finally, more than 25 years after I first applied to KIRO, I have been hired! I begin my new position hosting the Saturday version of "Seattle's Morning News" tomorrow from 6-9 a.m.

Looking forward to this new opportunity.

Letting the Days Go By

I have time to take the dogs to the dogpark these days. Dudley and Motley got to play with a passel of cuties yesterday!

Interesting

I observe life as it progresses, and I don't judge. I am intrigued.

I am aware of subtle changes in my body--just like I've been all my life. Sometimes things surprise me, sometimes, it feels very natural.

Reading glasses, for instance. Until I learned this from my former air-partner Eric, I would never have guessed that just about every person over the age of 40 needs reading glasses.

I was able to stave it off for several years, because I had Lasik surgery in 2004. But sure enough, reading glasses entered my life.

I think the deterioration of our vision may be God's way of protecting us from the sharpness of the changes of old age. Think about it. Until just a few hundred years ago, every person who ever lived, had to hold reading material and other close-work farther and farther away, until they reached a point where the eyes stopped changing. And when holding things at arms length no longer brings things in focus, you start to see things as they are, within your grasp.

Wrinkles on your beloved disappear. The ugly truth takes on a muted subtlety. And life goes on.

Eventually, we as a species create our own version of reality, both seen and unseen.

Little tics.....little aches....the tiniest of skin tags where one didn't exist the day before. All are signs that the clock is ticking.

Really, it's OK.

I wouldn't trade physical perfection with wisdom.

Wisdom is a lot more fun. And I have a lot yet to acquire, so I look forward to that too.

Got any Advil?

"Train" visits the KOMO Studios

I forgot to post this last month. These guys came in the studio and were very nice!

Random Holiday Stuff

I'm noticing my blogger friends and I are getting a little lax in our posting, so I thought I'd share some Holiday images of this season.

First, there's the new Christmas Tree at the Space Needle:

It's very unattractive during the day. But at nighttime, it turns into this etherial mass of lighted puffiness. I think it's very pretty.

It was kind of a controversial choice for the Needle folks, but I think it's a gamble that paid off.

I also helped organize a group of volunteers from the Center for Spiritual Living donate their time at this year's Phinney Neighborhood Center Holiday Festival and craft fair.

This is a photo of a nice guy named Philip, who volunteered with me. We worked the bake sale on the 2nd floor of the big blue building. Very festive and fun!

My mother was mortified when I told her I would be volunteering at a bake sale. She thought I was doing it to eat all the treats.

Ha ha! I only had a couple treats! So there. Mostly it was about taking money, pouring hot water for tea and bagging cookies for sale later in the day. We had a very nice time.

What could be more festive than a visit from the Radio City Rockettes?

Two of them joined us in the studio last week to talk about their Christmas Spectacular at the Paramount theater.

Sure, they are leggy and beautiful, but they're also amazing athletes. These women train and train, and many of them even went to Rockette dance camp when they were teenagers, to prepare for their Rockette audition.

Who knew?
Very sparkly.

Finally, it's not very "Christmas-y", but this is how I spent part of my volunteer time, when I was supposed to be working with the Marines and doing call-ins for our "Toys for Tots" toy drive at the Wal-Mart in Marysville:
I was sitting in a parking lot, some 500 feet from the Wal-Mart, waiting for a police officer to write me a ticket.

A woman ON HER CELLPHONE in a big SUV sidled up to me as we turned the corner onto Quil-Ceda Boulevard.

Happy Christmas. Well, nobody was hurt, and if you look closely, you can see little Motley (in his new sweater) watching me. They came along for the ride.

Did I mention it was 15-degrees outside that day?

Anybody know where I can get a good deal on a 2001 VW Passat drivers side mirror?

Speaking vs. Singing

I had an amazing experience the other night.

I was asked to read three beautiful poems about gratitude during the Wednesday night service at the Center for Spiritual Living here in Seattle.

It was the first time I have been asked to do anything in front of the congregation, and the person who asked me, Rev. Michael Ingersol, was so excited by the idea that I was confident I would do well.

Unlike most of the world, I have no fear of public speaking. The scripts were lovely, I had my own podium off to the side of the main stage, the sound system was flawless, and everything was in its' place.

Things went very, very well. Nearly 500 people attended the service, and many people were moved. I saw tears, there were standing ovations for several of the singers, and there were many hugs afterwards.

I hope I have another opportunity to connect there with a reading or something along those lines.

But, I included singing in the title of this blog for a reason. I'm trying to figure out why I can speak in front of tens of thousands of people (as when I have filled in as PA announcer for the Seattle Mariners), but have had such a challenging time singing in front of even just a few people.

I joined my church choir earlier this year, and with a group, all is well. I sing, smile, move effortlessly, and follow the direction of the choir director with ease.

But, on a whim, I decided to audition with our new choir director, Eddie Watkins Jr. for a solo opportunity. It was all I could do to stay on key. He even lowered the key a few times, and was very encouraging. But I felt awkward, nervous, and very uncomfortable.

I have been told in the past that I have a nice singing voice. I sang with the KING-TV band, "Bars and Tone" for several years, even taking the lead on "Somebody To Love". Thought I was over the singing jitters then. But they're back!

Maybe it's because I need to be completely connected with my heart and soul to sing well, and I have trained myself to speak in such a way where I can be connected, or slightly disconnected to my core, and continue to perform.

Or, maybe it's because I keep hearing the voice of my mother and sisters all those years ago, when we sang as a trio, being told I was off-key, or "too breathy". Maybe if I can get those voices out of my head, I can really do this.

I don't need any kind of glory or accolades from an audience for my singing, and yet I feel strongly about wanting to try this. That's the part I can't figure out.

I'm not sure if I will ever be selected to sing lead with the choir. Maybe I'm not good enough. There are some pretty incredible voices in the Choir of Light.

I guess I'm just still trying to find my own voice, in some strange way.

Welcome to my Sinus Infection

Usually, when I feel a cold or something coming on, I get acupuncture and it knocks it right out of me.

That's what I did on Tuesday, but this time, it was a little more severe. I am approaching my fourth day off from work, and feeling a little guilty about it.

I've never missed this many days of work before. Two has been my maximum. But this time, since my doctor said I may be contagious (and she suspected the flu, although I completely disagree with that diagnosis) I have been told to stay home and rest.

But that is not all. Oh no, my friend. You should see the treatment regimen she has me doing.

First of all, I'm snorting warm salt water into my sinus cavity through each nostril every couple of hours. I'm also taking mega doses of vitamin C, something called "EHB" with echinacia, and a bunch of other natural stuff to boost the immune system, a vial of some NASTY-ASS tasting liquid called "URTI & hydrastis" every-other hour, and there's MORE.

Several times a day, I am inserting 4 long medical q-tips into my nasal cavities, 2 parallel to the floor, and two at an angle into my upper sinus cavity, coated with some sort of essential oil blend with eucalyptus, pine, peppermint and God knows what else. I lie back and sneeze my freaking head off for as long as I can stand it (usually about 15 minutes, although she wants me to do 30 minutes) and try to relax.

But wait, there's more. The pinnacle of my naturopathic remedy is the WET SOCKS TREATMENT. It should really be called the FUCKING COLD WET SOCKS TREATMENT, because that's what it really involves.

First, you take a hot bath and warm yourself up all nice and toasty. Put on your 2nd favorite pair of P.J's (I'll explain why in a moment).

Then, put on a thin pair of cotton socks that have been soaked in FUCKING COLD ICE WATER. Cover them up with a pair of thick, wool socks (I have only thick cotton gym socks, so they have to suffice).

Finally, go to bed, and cover up. You will find you sweat profusely during the night. That's why you need the 2nd pair of PJ's. Because the first pair will get soaked through with perspiration.

When you wake up, the socks are dry and toasty, and so are you.

Actually, it's kind of an ingenious treatment. The theory is that the cold wet socks force your immune system to go into hyper-drive and pull warming, healing blood down to your feet, increasing your circulation, and knocking the cold or flu or sinus infection out of you. I did it last night, and felt a lot better today.

So, here's to another night of freezing socks.

Too Precious for Words

This post is for my friend and associate Dan, who wanted to see photos of my new puppy Motley. (he's the one with the mottled grey, black and coffee-colored coat)

"You are interrupting our play, Mommy-lady!"

Love comes in all colors.

"Hey, I was here FIRST!"

An explanation of the above dog: This is not Abbey. About an hour before I left to drive to Puyallup to meet (and eventually adopt) Motley, this wonderful dog (named Snoops) jumped up on the bench beside me at the Greenlake dog park.

She stayed very close, wanted to be cuddled and petted by me, and stayed for a very long time. I think her mottled coat was a sign that Motley was about to come into my life. She is a Shepherd mix, like Abbey was, with the same soft ears.

Her Daddy said Snoops never did this sort of thing, and that I must have treats in my pocket. I did not. I think Snoops felt my loss of Abbey and was comforting me. It was a wonderful moment.

Too precious for words.

Adding to the Family

Took the plunge and adopted this little guy from the Puyallup Animal Rescue today. I found him on Petfinder last week, and Anne and I went to meet him at the PetSmart in Puyallup where his foster mom and Sally from the Animal Rescue were waiting for us.

And, by us, I also mean Dudley. It was crucial that he like this little guy, and they did seem to hit it off.

So, he came home with us.

The kids at his foster home named him "Digil"...whatever that means. I decided to call him "Motley", because of his mottled coat.

So far, so good.......but about an hour into his time in the house he started peeing on everything. So he's in a crate now. I've been taking him outside to go potty, and sometimes he gets it and sometimes he doesn't.

So, here we go again! But you should see he and Dudley playing together. Very cute!!! And it's very good to have two puppies in the house again.

He won't replace Abbey, but he's a good addition.

Halloween Houses

People go all out with Halloween decorations in my neighborhood. Dudley and I were walking to the Post Office the other day and here's a couple highlights:

These folks are just insane:

But you KNOW they've got a great sense of humor. Here's a close-up shot. My favorite part is Santa in the black mask.

These guys know that Jolly Old St. Nick is really a thief, waiting to rob you of your presents! (he's also wearing a cape--ode to Zorro, perhaps?)

These folks have a cute Halloween ghost tree too, but notice, on the left there's also a vampire hanging by a noose!

And this house is clever, just because I've never seen enormous spiders from space taking over a house like this. (don't look, Colleen!)

And then, Mr. Pumpkin Scarecrow welcomes you with his happy smile. Subtle but nice!

Sex and the City

I think watching the King County Executive debate the other night between Susan Hutchison and Dow Constantine got me thinking about Seattle and its' relationship to strong, successful women.

The above photo is of Debbie Armstrong (courtesy Seattle Times). She's from Seattle, and in 1984, she won the Gold Medal in the Women's Giant Slolam at the Winter Olympics in Sarajevo. She was just 20 years old at the time.

After she won, I remember the city kind of cobbled together a celebration of her victory.

It was as if somebody at City Hall thought; "Oh yeah, we got a Gold Medal. Whatever." (then, had it been fashionable at the time, they probably would have made that "w" sign with their index fingers and thumbs)

The parade was short, cheesy and not very special. Traffic barely stopped for 5 minutes. Very few people came downtown to see our Olympian.

I got the feeling that nobody thought it was a big deal, until the very last minute, when somebody pulled some strings.

I was assigned to cover the parade, and celebration. Charlie Royer was Mayor at the time, and I remember he made a little presentation to Debbie after the parade. She was so happy. She had the hugest smile on her face the whole time, holding up her medal for everyone to see, and just sitting back and delighting in the moment.

But that was kind of it. There were no other significant celebrations for Debbie, who now teaches skiing in California, and calls herself "Deb". No parks, streets, city conference rooms...nothing is named for her.

Always thought we could have done better by her. That was a big-deal Gold Medal.

(For those of you keeping track, the 1984 Winter games also saw Edmond's Roslyn Sumners take the silver in figure skating. -- she got a Boulevard named after her)

It was noticed by this reporter. And by others.

Think about all the attention SILVER medalist Apolo Ohno receives these days. He makes lots of appearaces, is extremely photogenic, and probably has himself one heck of an agent. We all remember his winning performance on "Dancing With The Stars". The guy is admired wherever he goes. Crowds recently stood outside for hours, waiting for a chance to get a photo taken with him at a local QFC. ("no autographs, please....we need to let as many people meet Apolo as possible....")

What about Debbie? There were never events like that for her. Granted, Apolo is being sponsored by Coke--but I just have to wonder.

Was Debbie too "Butch" for a national sponsorship? She came out of nowhere to take that Gold medal. With the exception of those who knew her from her Alpental and Snoqualmie Summit skiing days, her trip to Sarajevo was pretty much kept under the radar. And I can't help but think there was more than a little sexism, and almost no civic pride coming from the city's "fathers", because the win wasn't celebrating a "son".

It was the daughter from the dad who wished he had a boy.

I think Seattle and Washington have come a long way since then. And that's what brings me back to the King County Executive debates.

1984 was a time when women were just starting to feel their wings in local politics. There were women on the City Council, and women State Representatives--but no women in Congress the Senate, leading State Government or local government.

Flash forward 25 years--and I don't need to remind you that it's no big deal these days. A woman Governor, two women Senators, we've had women in Congress for years, in the Legislature, gender isn't even talked about among the ranks anymore, because it is so common. The male/female balance in city and county governments is hardly an issue.

But Seattle hasn't had a woman mayor since Bertha Landes in 1926. She served for two years.

King County has never had a women County Executive. That might change in November--but these days, nobody talks about her gender. The only discussion is about whether or not she is qualified for office. THAT is a perfectly legitimate discussion. And I appreciate seeing how politics has significantly changed in the area.

Maybe Debbie Armstrong should run for office.

A Break in the Storm at Magnolia Bluff

Dudley and I took a ride to Magnolia Bluff to experience the wind and rain of today's storm.

Instead, when we arrived, the storm broke, and we were treated to this spectacular view.

Nature does not disappoint!

Aristotle Would Be Proud

Dudley clearly chooses to examine his life, thus it is worth living.

Bittersweet Afternoon at the Dog Park

It was such a beautiful afternoon at the Greenlake Dog Park today.

There were lots of dogs of all shapes and sizes, chasing each other, kicking up dust among the trees, making for this beautiful photograph.

Dudley was a little less playful than usual here, and I think I know why.

The last time we were here, we were all here together. Abbey and Dudley and I did our usual 2 laps around the perimeter.

Abbey was a little slow climbing the hills, but I had come to expect that.

When Dudley and I walked the perimeter today, I just burst out crying at one of the hills where she used to struggle a bit.

My girl is really gone.

Dudley and I still had fun, but it was bittersweet.

A Beautiful Autumn

The fall colors this year in the Seattle area are, I think, the most beautiful I've ever seen here.

They rival the colors of the East--although we're just in the early phases.

I've heard that dry summers, which we had this year, lend themselves to spectacular autumn colors.

So maybe all the hot, dry, oppressive weather was worth it.

Oh What A Beautiful Morning

I've heard it said that if you can see and experience beauty, then sadness and pain has to move.

I took this photo at Greenlake this morning.

What a beautiful day.

Remembering When

It was March of 1996 when this little girl came into my life:

Look at that sweet face.

She was so tiny...

Moving Forward

It's been almost 3 weeks since my precious girl-dog Abbey passed away.

It's been a challenging time, but life moves forward. Dudley and I are doing OK. We hang out together and play "Toys" and have "bone time".

We go for walks and go to the dog park.

Cookies are presented and consumed.

Breakfast and Supper are prepared and ignored. (that's his normal routine)

When it's time for bed, Dudley leads the way and eagerly jumps into bed first.

We go for rides and run errands.

We talk to each other about our days.

Moving forward does not mean Abbey is any less in my heart or my thoughts.

She will always have a place there.

But it is good to move forward.