Sunday, November 26, 2006

Happy Birthday Kristiane!

Happy Birthday to my favorite medical student!









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Friday, November 24, 2006

Happy Birthday Amanda!

Guess who's 22, engaged and just got a new job? My favorite Davis sister-in-law!

Thursday, November 23, 2006

I love turkey.

I love turkey sandwiches. I'm a bit picky - I'm not into the slimy excuse for meat that many delis try to pass as turkey. The closer to Thanksgiving turkey, the better. Probably the reigning favorite turkey sandwich spot right now is the Nordstrom Cafe, although a new coffee shop opened up in the business park where my office is located...and they fresh roast their turkey every day...they might make a run for the title. If you're interested, I can tell you the status of the turkey in most major restaurants in the Seattle/Portland area =).

Needless to say, I like Thanksgiving. We spent Thanksgiving with Ron's family. It was great - but the best was leaving Thursday evening for a relaxing three nights at the Moore's Fishhawk Lake cabin. It was so wonderful. I ate leftover turkey in sandwiches for every meal (including breakfast) until Sunday morning (when we ran out). Rick, Ann and Ron were truly amazed at my capacity...I was truly in paradise...weekend at a cabin with people I love and all the turkey I could eat. Yum.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Me and My Dad

I have the best Dad. Everyone says it, but I can prove it.

My Dad is loving, thoughtful, kind, gentle, strong, and all those fatherly things, plus he is REALLY fun. I think I experienced more than my share of his fun, because I was always game.

I learned early to smile for the camera and play the Vanna role. Below, you can see our first fire in the "new" fireplace.

















Then there's our experiment, seeing how many balloons it takes for me to fly.
















I'd like you to pay particular attention to the Halloween picture - Uncle Scott & Aunt Laurel are bunnies, Lisa is a princess, Jossie's a clown and I am OSCAR THE GROUCH in a GARBAGE CAN . Having fun comes at a price. You don't get to wear all those girly-princessy-"beautiful" costumes. You have to go out on a limb. And sometimes they're a bust. Take for instance, when I was an awkward 13 year old and Dad dressed me up as Ross Perot. Sure, it was 3 days before the election, he'd found some 6 inch tall ears, a bald cap, a silver tie and made me a GIANT campaign sign to tote around, but I have to say that one was a little rough. But, he's taken his lumps too (see Dad as Cop photo below).
There are so many things I could say about my Dad, but the inspiration for this post is his birthday, November 6th. He happened to be in town the weekend before. We were to meet him at Starbucks at 10am on Saturday morning.
I woke up from a dead sleep at 7am with a burst of inspiration. Using the battery powered lights from Ron's Halloween costume, and some posterboard from a class project, I created a birthday costume for my trusty Dad. I WISH I'd brought my camera that day, but let me try and paint a picture in your mind. A bright blue baseball cap with a full string of LED lights safety pinned to it in a zig-zag pattern. A two-sided sandwich board (attached with leftover tinsel garland) that reads in large, black letters, "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!". 12 present ornaments attached to the sandwich board. When we met them at Starbucks I told my dad I had a special present for him before we went in. He got out of the car, closed his eyes and I helped him don his birthday outfit. When we walked into (packed) Starbucks, he was a hit! Hundreds of people wishing him a happy day and a spontaneous round of "Happy Birthday to You" broke out in Starbucks. Everywhere we paraded him that day, people couldn't help but break into a smile when they saw him coming (he was hard to miss). When we were buying tickets at the theater, the lady said, "Sir, my manager asked that you please turn off the lights on your head before entering the theater." My personal favorite was watching the little kids sitting at a table nearby creep up and finger the small presents attached to his sign, trying to stealthily open them. It is great to grow up. Now this "being game" thing goes both ways =). My Dad demonstrated my favorite lesson he taught me growing up - You be you. He loved me exactly as I was and taught me that if the world had a problem with any single thing about me, it was their problem. I love you so much Dad.