The Homemade Brigade is Rolling Into Town

I am really excited about this. My brother has collected a group of artists, craft masters, and musicians and is going to contain them all in one coffee shop in West Seattle. It's located a Freshy's Cafe at 2735 California AVE. Seattle 98116 - just a block north of the West Seattle PCC. This is one of the coziest, most laid back cafe's I have visited. The owner and her patrons seem completely unconcerned about stressing over anything. Come on over and browse whilst sipping a tasty brew, allow yourself to be serenaded by live music, find out what local artists and artisans are up to these days. For more information click on the poster (above) for a better view, or google it.

Twitterpated on Capitol Hill

I’m pretty lucky that I have a boss who hates sitting in a cubicle as much as I do. Today we worked from a café on Capitol Hill and it was this afternoon that I decided I really do like Valentines Day...but only on Capitol Hill.

Free red roses were handed out on the street. The sidewalks displayed an assortment of heartfelt, chalk graffiti love notes. Men strode confidently with voluptuous bouquets of flowers for their boyfriends and girlfriends. Toys in Babeland was packed with unashamed shoppers. For the first time in weeks the sun peeked through the thick gray clouds, sprinkled the pedestrians with some warm vitamin D, and any unsuspecting Seattleite caught within its reach appeared to lift two feet off the ground.

Capitol Hill was, in a word, “twitterpated”.

Just your average disaster four times in a row

I stopped blogging for a little while. I have my reasons. Below is a recap of my last two weeks, in bulleted form (sorry to those who had to hear the long version):

- January 27: Dinner guests come over to partake in cod/potato stuffed crepes (gluten free) and carrot-ginger soup. Kitchen sink transforms into geyser of mucky, stinky water. Guests help us snake sink to no avail. Plumber is summoned.

- January 28: I come home to find freezing cold breeze blowing through our house which was freshly stripped of all its siding and insulation. House is 38 degrees inside.
- January 29 - February 1: Snowy, rainy, and windy in our town. Spouse and I seek refuge in every warm bar in a 5 mile radius.
- February 2: Spouse gets fed up and insulates our bedroom. Does robot dance in front of silver insulation wall. Complains of severe stomach pains.

- February 3: Spouse returns from emergency appendectomy surgery. In-laws and my family descend upon room 8026. We watch Barak Obama's speech on MSNBC.
- February 5 - 8: Living with in-laws. Spouse is still excited that he got to play Trauma Center for Nintendo DS while in a hospital bed.

- February 8: Throw down $2000 to fix car that fell to pieces whilst driving Spouse to emergency room (serpentine belt, rotors, brake pads, skip plate, starter, window roll up switch thingy)
- February 10: Wine tasting party at my parents house.

What can I say?