Monthly Archives: March 2009

First Leg Done!

We managed to leave Seattle this afternoon and made it to our first destination of Vancouver, WA.  We stopped at Hubby’s parents house for the night then it’s off Oregon to see my parents for a day.  I probably won’t be posting here very often after this, but you can follow our journey at our Epic Vacation Blog.

I’ll start posting here again after we return to Seattle.

An Epic Vacation

Hubby and I decided to go on an epic cross country road trip. We’ll hit up the west coast, Arizona, parts of Texas, New Orleans, Savannah, DC, South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana and back to Seattle. We were supposed to leave today, but last night we hit a little snag.

Hubby came down with a 103 degree fever, so we can’t leave today. If he’s feeling up to it we may leave tomorrow. I hope the trip doesn’t get cancelled altogether. Prayer for Hubby would be appreciated.

If we do still go on our road trip it will be blogged about here.

Give It Up

It is the Lenten season.  A time when many Christians, Catholic and Protestant alike, give something up until Easter.  I didn’t grow up with this tradition so I wasn’t even aware this season in the church existed until I moved to Seattle.  My first Lent in Seattle I gave nothing up, still being in the dark about the whole thing, but I heard many girls in dorm talking about what they were “giving up.” Things like coffee, chocolate, sugar, what have you.  I finally asked someone why they were giving up something.  They said because it’s Lent.  Honestly, I heard “Lint” and thought I’d missed out on some new slang.  I don’t think I really figured out what Lent was until I started going to University Presbyterian Church my Junior year in college.  That is where I finally learned all the logistics.  When Lent is, what it means, what you’re supposed to do etc.  So I decided to try it.  Two years in a row I gave up TV.  This year my husband gave up coffee and what did I give up?  I gave up nothing.

It’s true.  We attended the Ash Wednesday service at our church last night, but I gave up nothing.  I don’t think people realize how many things a pregnant woman can not do or eat.  For example my favorite breakfast in the entire world is two fried eggs over medium, toast and milk.  I can’t have fried eggs over medium any more, they could have salmonella.  I’ve never gotten sick off them before, however, I don’t think I should take the risk.  I can’t have sushi. I have to limit my intake of canned tuna. I can’t have lunch meat or hot dogs unless they’re cooked to steaming hot. I can’t go water skiing, snow skiing, horseback riding, heck I can’t even go out and play tennis with Jordan.  I’m not really complaining just stating facts.  Ok, maybe I am complaining about the eggs, cause without runny eggs, they’re just such a dull food.

So in lieu of giving up something, I decided to add something to my life.  Sort of.  I’m going to work on being more positive.  I’m not sure if the general public has noticed, but I have been a bit of a Negative Nancy lately.  Not really in the ‘check out the moody pregnant lady’ but in a ‘wow, what a bitch’ kind of way.  So I told myself that this season I would work on my patience with my fellow humans and general positive thinking.  I’m not really sure how to go about this besides reprimanding myself every time I think some negative or unkind remark.  There are a plethora of positive thinking books out there, but I’m not sure that’s the route I want to go.  I’ve always thought of Lent in this way.  I give something up and that leaves a hole where that something used to be, so I’m supposed to use God to fill that hole. From God filling that hole I become a better person. So this year I’m thinking use God to cover your negativity in grace and mercy.  When I start thinking a negative thought or get impatient, say a little prayer or sing a little song, instead of thinking that thought.

Hopefully others will notice the change in my attitude and general demeanor.  Then, maybe, I can become a better influence on those around me, instead of an annoyance.

A Standing Ovation

I like to consider myself an appreciator of the arts. When funds allowed, a million years ago, hubby and I had a subscription to one of the many theatres in Seattle and a membership at SAM, The Seattle Art Museum.  I’m not saying that we’re trained, knowledgeable art or theatre critics.  Quite the contrary.  We know what we like, why we like it and can say what specifically we don’t like.

Let me start from the beginning, that might be easiest. Back in high school, I believe my freshman or sophomore year I got involved with the theatre.  I took the classes, auditioned for plays, performed at theatre competitions and did a lot of backstage work.  When I got to college my major for two years was theatre.  I’ve been going to plays for a long time and in all my years of going to plays I have been involved in more “Standing O’s” in Seattle than anywhere else. Okay, I admit, I haven’t been around the world watching theatre, but I watched plenty in California and even some in New York.

The whole atmosphere of the theatre in Seattle is different.  I can remember going to the theatre in California and being dressed up and not feeling out of place.  Around here you go to the theatre and see people who look like they just rolled out of bed, in their sweat pants and sweat shirts.  It makes it feel…I guess it makes every play I go to feel like a high school show.  I am all for theatres starting a strictly enforced dress code.  I follow my own every time, so I don’t see why others can’t make the effort to put on a pair of slacks or a skirt or something.

Besides the casual dress there’s a moment in every show; when you know it’s coming to a close. I know my biggest pet peeve of Seattle theatre is upon me.  The dreaded standing ovation.  I can count on one hand how many shows I’ve been to in Seattle that have NOT received a “Standing O.” I should be able to count on one hand how many shows HAVE received one.

At first I began to wonder if I missed something truly amazing in the show.  So the next show I went to I paid close attention.  It was a good show, I was entertained, I had a good night, but then the same thing happened.  People jumped to their feet applauding. Now I just wondered if people in Seattle assumed this was the way you ended a show.

Here’s why I hate being in the midst of a “Standing O.”  When one occurs it’s like a flu epidemic.  One or two people stand, pretty soon everyone but me is standing. I see the people next to me glance down at me still in my seat wondering why I’m not standing. So I eventually stand and clap, feeling my soul die a little.

I have stood on my own for a few excellent shows and I’ve refused to stand for others no matter how many people were standing and glancing down at me.  There was one time I just sat there as the entire theatre around me bobbed up like floating ping pong balls.  The show was so appalling awful, I wasn’t even clapping.  It was that bad and it got a “Standing O.”  I’ve been to so many craptastic shows in Seattle and most have received “Standing O’s.”  I’m convinced that someone could walk out on stage, give a monologue about poop, take a crap in his hand, throw it the audience, bow and still receive one.  Because people in Seattle love shit.

Now maybe I’m getting a little harsh.  Like I said before, I’ve given a true ‘this play really touched me’ standing ovation.  What I am against is people standing without really thinking about it.  If you really loved the show, by all means stand.  If your best friend, significant other, parent or whatever is in the show and you want them to know you loved seeing them on stage, fine stand.  But don’t stand because your wife is standing or the guy across the aisle is standing.  I’ve seen you people; standing, clapping while you roll your eyes, chat with your friends, or check your watch.  Obviously you weren’t moved by the thing, so sit the hell down!

Lastly, think of the actors.  These poor Seattle actors, I’m sure they never know when a “Standing O” is genuine or not.  They stand there smiling and bowing wondering what they did right, what they said particularly well, or what emotion they portrayed perfectly and half the people standing probably wouldn’t be able to tell them.  Please, won’t someone think of the actors?