Amateur Night

Last night was PG Ghost Walk 2. I took a camera along to keep myself busy. The results of my informal paranormal investigation are as follows. Orbs galore. You have to look closely in some of the pictures.






Walker Ames. The beautiful Victorian house that looms over the mill site. Traditionally home of the Mill Manager. Master bedroom. Yellowy orb in the middle of the shot.












Walker-Ames basement. Where the woman-hater lives. 2 orbs on the fuse box.











This is St. Paul's Church. Our beautiful chapel circa 1879. I sat in a middle pew, taking a series of pictures of the altar. They look blurry to me, but these orbs show up in 3 out of 5 pictures. And you can see their movement. Oh, and they also drained my battery.










Lots of ghost stories were told last night. Appropriate for this time of year, right? Skeptic or not, it's fun to play ghost hunter.

So, I haven't actually been able to use my new ING Direct Electric Orange checking account yet. I've been waiting weeks to get a PIN. (I want to spend my money, dangit!) But let me just say that I'm loving this bank more and more every day. I talked to them on the phone twice this afternoon. There was no automated menu to go through. I was connected to a rep immediately, both of whom were both charming and oh-so-helpful.

Two thumbs up.

This experience might even make up for the latest in roommate drama. It was that good!

I'm posting this for John. He always loves a good werewolf appearance. Oh. And I'm diggin' on the band.

I'm at work...and a little frustrated. I won't go into details. But I spent the first half of my day in a maintenance truck shleping ladders and tent sides. There should be someone here to help me with this kind of stuff on the weekends.

Does anyone else miss Savage Garden? Maybe I'm just a sugar pop addict. But, come on.

Sloppy Joes ala Joel

Last night Joel was in the mood for a family dinner, and, in honor of Fall, made a comfort food that I've only discovered as of late. Sloppy Joes. But not Manwich sloppy joes (which I happen to despise), Midwest-Wallgren sloppy joes. Ground beef, tomato paste, Velveeta, salt and pepper. All on a toasted bun. + Mean Girls = great night.

Anyway, we made a run to the store for a few things, where we found sea cucumbers in their natural habitat --- Central Market's seafood department. Ewww.

This is it.

I have a new favorite movie. Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. The soundtrack is already loaded on my ipod. And I spent the last hour looking for a place to watch it free (and illegally) online. No luck yet, by the way.

Yesterday was my Mom's birthday, remember? To celebrate she and a few friends went dancing at the Suquamish Clearwater Casino. By the time I got there, I worked until 10p, she was covered in pink boas, glowing medallion necklaces, and a happy birthday crown. Oh, and sloshed.

Two things: The casino crowd is very picture worthy. If I had a better camera you would be feasting on candid shots of Kitsap's finest grooving in gold sequined dresses, Carhartts, and turtle necks.

The band, called The Spazmatics (see photo :)), was a spectacular 80s cover band. Love Shack, Like a Virgin, Video Killed the Radio Star. Their repertoire covers the whole decade.

It was fun to see both of my parents dancing. It's a sight to be seen. Believe me.