C Note(s)

Recently, I've reconnected with people of my past which has been fantastic. Especially, when you make that #rainbowconnection - Having said that, this usually will unlock memories of the past as well. My latest reconnection was actually a reconciliation that took place before either of us were dead. I'm so grateful, too, as we had regrettable falling out. All too often this happens way after the fact. In fact I'm losing my point. For some reason that unlocked this memory I've stored for 17 years. Maybe because my relationship with her was during my teenager years? HM. I digress . It was 1999, and no we didn't party like #itslike1999 late November. Although, one would think with the media coverage that it was New Year's Eve instead of the WTO (World Trade Organization) Riots aka The Battle of Seattle . On the morning of the day, I knew that there was some buzz about the WTO Meeting on the news. And that there were would be active protestors. What I

My recent self-inflicted passport woes reminded me of a worst-case, nightmare scenario I had the pleasure of living through at the Canada-USA border. Being unorganized, and getting old is a bitch, isn't it? At least I am resourceful enough to live through these stories in order to tell them to Spaceship Earth. I call it: #OhCanada - My Border Crossing. Aiight, it was the mid '90s so travel and border crossings were easier than today. I had just started working at the newly formed AAA Washington Express Travel Call Center (Carter Mears) after graduating from Edmond Community College with AA in Liberal Arts AND a Certificate in Travel and Tourism (Gretchen Maliska) My live-in girlfriend was a tall drink of water, which clinched my thirst on the daily. You see, she was an aspiring model, young, fun, yet plagued with back problems with her height of 6 feet. Her prescription pain medicine was so strong it was narcotics based. #TallDrinkofWater had shared with me in passing t

The signature chime of a received text message interrupted my myriad of thoughts. I read it casually. Then re-read several times from the illuminated screen of L.O.K.I. (my named iPhone) Four words that I've been needing to read. Stop being so nice.  You thought, it was "I love you, Carlos" or "Dreaming of you tonight"? Not even close, my friend. To be honest, I really did need to read that. I realize it was said in jest, but as Eminem rapped, "a lot of truth is said in jest". *SIGH* I didn't want it to come to this. In my heart of hearts, this must happen. The nice guy I am while dating must die. The girls I've dated (and will date) are not accustomed to nice guys. I mean seriously who the fuck shows up on the first couple of dates with flowers? Apparently, no one in the Seattle because the reactions wasn't what I was hoping for. "Aw, that's nice", to "you're too nice" from #CountryCutie and #Nashville

When Jessica Simpson mused on TV whether the contents of the can she eating out of was chicken or tunafish, because it was called Chicken of the Sea ... America collectively shook their heads. Like so A couple of weeks ago I was requested to box down foods. As I whipped past one the CDS girls' station that was next to the Chicken of the Sea pallets, she held me up. She asked if I smelled the funk in the steel below the tunafish. As a matter of fact, I did. I advised management which they assured me they would address it. [Fast forward two weeks] Yesterday I was once again asked to box down foods. I tore past the CDS lady of the day, on the end cap of 103, right next to the Chicken of the Sea tunafish. This time she didn't even haveta ask. The pungent smell was still there. In fact, it was worse! In absolute frustration, I grumbled I'd return with a pallet jack. By the time I almost my walk, I encountered my supervisor traveling toward me with the pallet jack in tow.

To most of Spaceship Earth, 9/11, flutters pass on their calendars as any other day. But 15 years ago... The world changed on 9/11/01. And it's a day I'll #NeverForget either.  I was startled awake by my wife (yes, I was married once) She said to turn on the TV because a plane accidentally crashed into a building. "What the $&#%* ?" I thought. "Planes just don't accidentally hit buildings." In a fog of sleep, I turn on my TV at the most inopportune moment... The 2nd plane was flown into one of the towers! I couldn't believe what I just saw. It was a sick joke. A gut-wrenching sorrow overcame me as I fell to my knees. All I wanted at the moment was to be there, wherever it was, to help.  I got up, and decided to get ready for work. That looked like New York City, and commercial planes which meant Metropolitan Travel will need my help assisting from our Seattle office in terms of getting people in and out of the area. As I strutted back

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I loved Bumbershoot. I mean I would be so feverish for new music that I would eagerly anticipate the lineup announcement only to know which band(s) / musician(s) to scour the interwebs for! And it was all because of a girl. And like ANY story worth telling it's about a girl... It's my bane of Bumbershoot. Bumbershoot is a synonym for umbrella. So when I deployed my golf umbrella to exit the #SapphireSled the other day, my mind was flooded with memories I've suppressed. If memory serves, it started in 2009. The girl, aka #MusicalMuse asked me about my live music history. I was recently outta a divorce so I quipped my ex-wife literally hates music yet I loved it. Therefore my live music history was tragic to say the least. So she invited me to rock with her at #Bumbershoot - I've never been and I gladly accepted! Not gonna lie, I was crushing on the girl so the acceptance was made more with my heart than mind. I don'

As I sit back on a couch with blinding pain, with cold packs, ibuprofen and liquid medicine like #vitaminR - I'm still grateful. The past 24-hours have made my heart swell with happiness and contentment. Last night, I was faced with a decision to either cancel my meet up and reschedule it or nut up and get it done. I honestly had a pity party for one dialed in which was complete with cold packs, beer, and ibuprofen. All I needed to do was pull the trigger.  So? What did I do? Pity parties aren't very #keepdigging now is it? I followed my arrow instead. I packed my cold packs in my Sami Smith Thirty One lunch bag, toss back a brew or two with ibuprofen. I poured myself into the #SapphireSled with a besmirched grin because this ride is as broken as I am with its issues.  I met up the girl to gift her moving boxes,and catch up with my good friend, Carrie, since it was at the #LiquidLime for a Jones and Fischer concert. She looked incredible and smelled fantastic,

All I wanted was an explanation for my pain, and note to turn into the warehouse for light duty documentation purposes. I didn't get any of that... I rolled up to Orca Wellness for my appointment with Dr T. He was actually sitting at the reception desk, observing how I transitioned up the stairs. I didn't grimace at all, but it must've painful to watch.  After patient history time i.e. my story of explanation, we moved on to assessment. The doctor attempted to examine the affected area but I brushed his hand away which surprised even me! The pressure was like lightning bolt in my brain. So of course, that concerned us both. Considering my high threshold of pain tolerance, we decided X-rays are needed. I motored down Nordstrom Medical Tower which I believe it was renamed Swedish Medical Tower - First Hill. The nurse was cute and taken (of course) As she maneuvered around me, her right foot got caught up on the power cord for the X-ray pad I was about to crawl up on