RE: Everyone needs a Megan or Tew

Dear Mrs. Tew,

It is my understanding that there is a possible opening in your 'friend queue' and I would like to be considered among the many applicants that are clamoring to be apart of this select group. This is my official friend request.

I realize that distance could be considered a hinderance in my application but I assure you that this will not be the case. My satirical wit, banter and stories can be conveyed with the same zing through space and time. I also add a healthy dose of nonsense that is important to have in ones life to be able to get through the hum-drum of every day. My knowledge of books, music and movies are top notch. In these troubled times, I also bring to every friendship the strongest of loyalties, to the point of death. Other peoples death if they don't have the good sense to remain loyal.

I appreciate your time and consideration. Upon meeting, I will have a mixed cd of some quality tunes and if necessary, a list of references at your request.

Sincerely,

A(squiggle-line) I(curvy-loop-de-loop)

In no particular order.. and really there is only so much I can do when blogger can be such a pill in regards to photo uploads..

But here's part of my summer:

Oh, what is this that Quan is holding? Oh, nothing.. but a LOGANberry pie. And look at Sas, she wants some, you can see it in her eyes..

B-loves-cheese. His expression here is so ace in regards to his feeling on the matter.

Quan- maybe not so much..

How we spent the "3rd of July" cause Whidbey celebrates its Independence on the 3rd.

The boys thought it would be a great opportunity to attack me.. and now when I see this picture I can hear Liza's voice exclaiming: not the clavicle!

Then they all dog piled Bek

She's really a diva for that camera.. I swear.

I don't even know, but is necessary to take note of the stellar shot.

As much as I like to tease her about how quickly she gets cold- it was SO cold that night.. and she found mom's winter hat.

Once again: boys will be boys..

Cupcake Royale might have the best cupcakes I have ever had.

So so delish..

And a few beach days...

AKA Wolverine.. That's really where his name comes from.. and all I can think is that Soren would be so excited about this shot.

He was not..

A bunch of heads disappear and wont come when you call..

AND FERRY RIDES!

And Fairy doors

Girls only Seattle day...

Which really ended with just more cupcakes. Let's be honest...

More photos.. later. Oy.

I am in the midst of revamping my resume for each of these jobs I'm applying for, and it's been a while since I've posted stuff. Let me tell you there is some nonsense that I've been thinking about writing (too much alone time at work) and when that time comes, it's gonna be a hoot, because I've had such adventures it's not even funny. But It means I also have to mess with pictures.

Until then:

So I finally brought out the fairy door. It went even better than I could have hoped. Thank goodness for the imaginings of childhood. I had it hidden in the yard & we're all hunting for it. She passed it & was completely willing to give up all hope for it & was so disappointed. It broke my heart, but then she found it.

She kneeled in front of it, so excited & brought the key from around her neck & pressed the key against the key hole. All those nights of exasperation and wondering what I was thinking & wanting to chuck it across the room.. Seemed totally worth it because she entered a magical world.

Suddenly she's spinning tales of fairies & how they were there & she's sure she saw some. They were having a fairy sleepover & she heard them talk. At that point I was astounded by the fairies because I sure didn't anticipate that.

After a time the fairy door would disappear and reappear some place else. The fairies recognized her & she didnt need her key.

The fairies left her a gift when she left. A necklace that Cassidy claimed she would wear forever & ever.

I need to crack open my nebulizer-I've been told breathing is important.

More later.

Cassidy and I finally went out and made our gift to the fairies. Pictures forthcoming once I find my stinkin' camera.

BUT! The point is that it was done. I had a bunch of beautiful but old flowers I got from a bouquet at the inn, and we used it to make 2 circles, one big and one little, made purely out of petals. It was Sassa's idea. Then we got shells from the beach and circled them.. because that protects it. Protects from what, I'm not sure, but that's what she told me.

She went out the next morning to find the magic key in the little pot/vase next to the flowers. She was so so excited. And has been asking questions about the key and how I came upon it and why it's magic. It has since been a few days and she has been all a wonder why the fairies haven't come with the magic door..

Really it's because this particular fairy has to work and hasn't had time to prep said magic. But that is neither here nor there.

She just came out with the key cupped in her little hands.

Amanda, do you think if I put the key under my pillow that would bring the magic door? Cause with the tooth fairy, you put your tooth under there, and the tooth fairy is a fairy, so maybe...

Yes, that's an excellent idea!!

She turned around as she was leaving and in her sweet little voice.. Why do you think they stole the key? Maybe they were waiting for me to come to give it back..

Such hopeful and excited eyes. So just like for her tooth for the tooth fairy, she is putting the proclaimed magic key under her pillow for that door to come. And it will.

I love this girl.

i have a tale to tell. a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day..

this tale begins at 3 am.. eyes popping open to lungs constricting and searching for that blasted kleenex that i was sure i had when i went to sleep. the allergies that i had claimed to be bugging me and the slight head cold had exploded into the worst version of itself.

knowing i had to work in the morning, i attempted sleep.

poorly done, but still attempted.

when i woke for real, i wandered in a stupor gathering my things together.

'just call in, just call in..'

ahh, but i hate calling in to work.. it leaves more work for everyone else and i was sure that once i got started things would ease up. then the home remedies erupted. gargling salt water and drinking a teaspoon of apple cider vinegar diluted in water. and obviously i was miserable because i agreed to do it.

we played musical cars that day, the correct car remaining with children and such. i got stuck with mom's 2001 ford explorer. i hate this car and i am not shy about saying so. i get to langley only to then remember that it was the choochokam art festival.. lots of people, streets blocked off, and no parking.. on a good day i can maybe parallel park my car.. on a really good day. but i was in my mothers beast. it was sure to be an epic fail with essence of that nice orange corvette that was sure to get smashed. i parked up the street a ways in front of a house, hoping that the kind folks that lived there wouldn't be ticked that i parked there. i set the parking break and went down to work.. (that's an important detail)

only to find that one of the girls that absolutely drives me crazy was working and of course got on my case for keeping to myself right. perfect. absolutely perfect.

so in the midst of feeling like crap.. cleaning up other peoples messes and urine infested toilets, you know.. standard days work.. i splattered wine on my ivory work shirt and beer on my pants. awesome.

the day ends, none too soon. i have to go buy a jester hat for my nephew who is just itching for this thing and he handed me his cash this morning.

i go up to find my car after i got his hat.. and the car is gone. my mothers car.is.gone.

note: my mom's winner of a car is on deaths door.. among the other treats that come with this stupid thing, one is that the drivers side door doesn't lock. so i was sure that someone actually stole the stupid piece of crap.

i stood there in a stupor. obviously this blank space was where the car once was.. the people that lived at the house were outside so i went up and asked if they had seen my vehicle.

'was it red?'

yea..

'it started rolling down the street, the police came and towed it away.'

(me in horrified stunned silence.. and yes, this is something else the car does..)

gist: the ford was resting on the car in front of it, and when that car was gone, the ford decided it wanted to go down to the fair. it didn't hit anyone or anything but the police were called and had to place THEIR car in front of it so it wouldn't roll down further. obviously it wasn't rolling that fast, although it may have picked up momentum if it had been given the chance. they stayed there for a while hoping that the owner of said car would return from the fair and remove it.

and of course i'm standing there in horror and in such situations return to my natural sarcastic wit that was being lost on the people in front of me.

oh did i mention that two women came up that were there to witness the whole car/police debacle. no? well they were there.

i thank them for the information and leave the premises. i call the police to find out what happened and splatter out the whole story to the poor woman on the other line who has no idea what i'm talking about. i slow down and tell her the gist and she gets my info to call me back.

amanda fear: that the police would arrive in their snazzy car. i'd feel such a fool.

i call mom and leave her a message. mom, your car got towed away because it wanted to go to the fair. call me back.

the police call me back and tell me the story again, telling me several scenarios of what might have happened.

i've gone over every scenario, trust me. where is it so i can set it on fire? (yes i said this)

info given, not important at this point..

i hope you have a.. better day..

i wander around the fair.. waiting.

hour & a half, a million phone calls and one tasty gyro later... i get ahold of stan to tell him the gist.. but people (mom & stan) have neglected to think that i am still in langley.

i start walking. it's only 6 miles. i should have started forever ago.

long story short (too late!)

stan came and picked me up off the side of the road.

some more switching of cars because i still had the key to the ford, but i refuse to touch it.

the day ends with a bowl of ice cream and dr. pepper, waiting for my sister to return.