My Duvet Cover

has been in the dryer for over an hour. The edge keeps getting pulled into the opening, so it’s not drying. Blah.


06/14/2011. Uncategorized. 1 comment.

An Update

Some folk have complained about the lack of updating going on here. SORRY.

Here are some things.

1. Morgan is diseased after all. She has inflammatory bowel syndrome. We learned this thanks to a $500 ultrasound. Now she is on a prescription diet and a giant course of anti-inflammatory meds. She has stopped barfing all the time, but now has diarrhea all the time. Next round of fun vet stuff will be endoscopy to biopsy her intestines and find out how bad the inflammation is. Then she will be on steroids for who knows how long.

2. I am trying to knit a stuffed zebra. So far I have made the front and back, and not messed up too badly. Stitching the panels together was easier than I thought it would be. Stay tuned for updates on the legs, head, and tail. If all goes well, and it doesn’t turn out looking like frankenzebra, this will be a gift for baby Elliott.

3. Work sucks.

4. The rain keeps happening, which makes the grass keep growing. I expect to have sexy arm muscles in time for Jeff’s wedding from all the mowing.

5. I am not very good at spider solitaire.

05/16/2011. random. Leave a comment.

This Floss is Superior to All Other Floss


Superior Floss

Dear Icy Mint Cleanpaste Floss,

The word “paste” really turns me off, so I had doubts straight away. But I had quinoa for dinner, so there wasn’t any way around it – flossing was a must.

You look pretty weird at first. Blue, and green, and kind of gunky. You are also fat. I imagined that my experience with you would be like forcing a piece of toothpaste-covered twine between my teeth.

But I was wrong! So wrong to have doubted, to have been grossed out. You are amazing, created by angel dentists to clean my teeth and taste like both mint and cinnamon. How is that possible?

03/23/2011. random. 1 comment.

Morgan is not Diseased


What Morgan will be eating for several weeks

Morgan started barfing around 4am and kept at through the morning, so off to the vet we went. $220 and several hours later, we know that she does not have pancreatitis or Addison’s disease. In fact, she is in perfect health!

This is her second bout of mysterious tummy upset in about a month though, so we’re being careful. She gets to eat nothing but rice and cottage cheese for several weeks, then we’ll start adding in her regular food and see how that goes. Morgan will be in heaven – she thinks rice and cottage cheese is the most delicious thing since cat poop.

03/16/2011. Tags: . Pets. 1 comment.

Right Now

I am working on the final exam for my distance learning accounting course. The rest of my family is napping on the couch.

03/13/2011. Uncategorized. 2 comments.

Good & Bad

Good: apple mountain berry pie from Seattle Pie Company

Bad: poop stuck to my dog’s butt

03/08/2011. Uncategorized. 1 comment.


spiderman knitting

I started knitting a year or so go. God knows why – I think it was really because I wanted an excuse to buy yarn. Anne can probably verify that I begged to look at the yarn at Fred Meyer long before I ever knew how to knit. If you ever see me featured on the show Hoarders, it’s going to be because I finally succumbed to my obsession with buying – but not using – craft supplies. And office supplies. And possibly socks.

My grandmother tried to teach me how to crochet when I was a kid, but I never got the hang of it. It looked like the same thing was going to happen with knitting – no matter how hard I stared at the little instruction booklet (from Fred Meyer!) and tried to follow the pictures, knitting felt like the most awkward thing ever created by mankind.

korean maltagi

Image the guy in the green shirt launching himself onto the backs of the "horse."

Now that I’m thinking about it, the most awkward thing ever is probably the Korean game 말다기 (maltagi), which means “horse riding.” You could probably ask any foreigner who has taught in a Korean middle school about this game, and they will be able to tell you exactly when and where they were when they first saw it, with a look of barely suppressed horror on their face. Or, if they were in Korea for long enough, a nostalgic smile.

Anyway, knitting sucked until I discovered continental knitting. Thank you, internet! Once I put the yarn in my left hand, I turned into a knitting machine. So far I’ve done a bunch of scarves, two blankets for my niece Avery, some pattern swatches for future reference, and part of a jacket for myself. Not the most amazing pieces by any means, but a lot of fun to make.

I expected that knitting things for other people would be kind of embarrassing, but it’s turned out to be my favorite part of knitting. The only reason I have stopped at two blankets for the niece is because she lives in Texas. Anywhere colder, and she would probably have one for every month of the year.

At the risk of sounding corny, I think that knitting has helped to keep closer ties with our family, scattered as they are across the States. Knowing that Avery and my brothers have handmade pieces makes me feel like they’re not so far away. I’ve had more conversations with my grandma since I started knitting. And when my mother-in-law gave me her own mother’s copy of A Treasury of Knitting Patterns for Christmas last year, I came damn close to crying.

So while I’m enjoying a personal day off from work today, you can bet that while I’m working on my jacket, I’ll be thinking about what project I can tackle next for someone else.

03/07/2011. Uncategorized. 1 comment.

Egg on a Pancake

egg on a pancake

Better with scrambled eggs

This morning we went to breakfast with Anne’s godparents at the Portage Bay Cafe in Ballard. This is my favorite of the PB locations because even when packed the noise level isn’t too bad. Also, it is in Ballard, so bonus points for that.

We’ve been to Portage Bay a couple of times in the past few months, having brunch with different people. Each time, I’m faced with a terrible decision: egg on a pancake, or not egg on a pancake?

Egg on a pancake is a beautiful thing. One scrambled egg + one pancake = exactly the right balance between “now I don’t have to eat lunch” and “oh god, I’m never eating again.” Portage Bay is delicious, but their serving sizes are gross, even by American standards. The problem is that as much as I love egg on a pancake, items like eggs benedict on risotto cakes sometimes tempt me away. The last time I ate at PB, I had vegan banana pancakes with a chocolate hazelnut spread. Sounded great on the menu, tasted horrid in my mouth. The time before that, I went with plain french toast, and Anne’s food came out cold. Clearly, bad things happened if I strayed from egg on a pancake.

So today I ate egg on a pancake, and indeed, there were no breakfast-related mishaps. Anne’s godfather used the word “oriental” in reference to some fellow diners, but not even the power of egg on a pancake can counteract decades of social conditioning.

03/05/2011. Tags: . food. 1 comment.

The Best Kind of Emergency

Sad puppy

"I don't feel good"

Morgan came into my life because I wanted a baby. Anne got sick of hearing me talk about human babies, so she got me a puppy. For reference, this plan to appease my hormones worked for about two years. Now I want a baby again, but that’s not what this story is about.


Morgan was a little fussy yesterday morning, but she settled down into her usual weekend routine of sleeping and being cute after a few minutes. This morning though, she was fussy and not interested in breakfast.

At this point you need to know that Morgan is an American Cocker Spaniel. She doesn’t pee uncontrollably when excited, but aside from that she is typical of the breed in every way – kind of dumb, super fluffy, prone to ear infections, and loves to eat. Lives to eat, really. So when it’s meal time and she doesn’t have her entire face, including her ears, in her food dish, we know that something is up.

Soon limping and whining were added to the list of symptoms. She was obviously uncomfortable, seemed to be favoring one of her legs, and kept stretching her back legs out. So Anne and I, being reasonable intelligent people, figured that she had hurt her leg. It’s Sunday, so off to the emergency vet we go.

Fortunately this is the first time we have needed to visit the emergency clinic since Morgan was born. We called them one time after Morgan ate two cupcakes from Cupcake Royale, but were advised that she would probably just throw up a lot and have nasty poop (she was totally fine, no vomiting, no soft poop, nada). The car ride over was not fun – Morgan kept trying to move around, but the entire backseat was packed with boxes of work documents that I need to shred. Nothing is sad like a crying furball trying to climb up and down a pile of cardboard boxes in a moving vehicle.

At the clinic, Morgan immediately went into OH A NEW PLACE IT’S SO EXCITING AND THERE ARE PEOPLE AND I AM A DOG AND THERE ARE SMELLS AND I NEED TO JUMP AROUND mode. She loves going to our regular vet’s office, and somehow the emergency clinic seemed even more interesting. I felt kind of dumb telling the receptionist that I thought my dog had a hurt leg when said dog was literally trying to climb up the wall and onto the counter.

Same story when we saw the vet tech. Same story when we eventually saw the vet – Morgan was going bonkers, there was obviously nothing wrong with her legs, and I was feeling stupider by the minute.When the vet told us that the problem was an upset stomach though, I still couldn’t believe it. One, because who would have thought that a dog would limp because of gas, and two, because Anne and I had canceled all of our plans for the day and rushed down to the emergency clinic and paid plenty of cash dollars for some simple indigestion.

Sure enough, Morgan pooped in the landscaping as soon as we exited the clinic. She got to eat some rice and cottage cheese, which seemed to be a mindblowing experience for her, and she produced some truly exceptional farts throughout the course of the day. And I continued to feel like an idiot.

But it really was the best kind of emergency that we could possibly have. I’m hoping that one trip to the emergency clinic is enough for one dog’s lifetime, and I’m thrilled that it turned out to be so anti-climatic.

02/21/2011. Tags: . Pets. 1 comment.

Cast in Order of Appearance

I’m Katie. I live in Seattle with Anne, my partner, and Morgan, our dog.

02/21/2011. Uncategorized. 1 comment.