Danger Will Robinson!

My office is at the corner of First and King Street. I live across the street and half way down the block. I cross the intersection about a dozen times a day. Before I came to work here, I worked in the building kitty cornered from here. That makes more than 3 years of solid intersection monitoring.

I just read in the morning paper that this intersection is the most dangerous in all of Seattle. More accidents happen at this intersection than any other in town.

I think in the three years that I have been intimately involved in this intersection, I have seen maybe 2 accidents. Certainly no more and maybe not even that many. Quite the head scratcher, this news...

Danger Will Robinson!

My office is at the corner of First and King Street. I live across the street and half way down the block. I cross the intersection about a dozen times a day. Before I came to work here, I worked in the building kitty cornered from here. That makes more than 3 years of solid intersection monitoring.

I just read in the morning paper that this intersection is the most dangerous in all of Seattle. More accidents happen at this intersection than any other in town.

I think in the three years that I have been intimately involved in this intersection, I have seen maybe 2 accidents. Certainly no more and maybe not even that many. Quite the head scratcher, this news...

I wish I could grow up

I have a sister who is 18 months younger than I am. Initially I signed up to be an only child but some asshole bureaucrat scewed up and unloaded this sister and a brother (four years younger) on me. It hasn't been pretty.

My brother and I have reached a detente. This is pretty amazing any of the first 20 years of his life that I noticed it it was mainly to see what trouble I could get him into and/or to see if I could maneuver him into taking the blame for something I did. The next 20 or so years, we really didn't run into each other that much. We have now worked out our various non-conflicting roles and work well together.

My sister and I are a different story. I don't remember ever liking her. Not once, not ever. I don't ever remember getting along with her. Not once, not ever. My Mom says that we played together perfectly until I started school. We did share an imaginary friend but I do remember telling my grandmother that Miss SippyCookie (the friend) liked me ever so much better than my sister because I was not whiney. (I remember this because I remember my grandmother asking my mother where I learned a word like whiney.)

My sister is one of those people who is entitled to everything and around whom everything must revolve. To say she is high maintenance would be an understatement. At the age of 39 she had her first of three daughters. Now she uses her children as the reason why things must be as she wants them (if using herself doesn't work the first time round).

Right now she and her three children and her husband have landed at my Mother's. They are on their way to spend a year in England where her husband has traded teaching jobs for the year. I think a continent and major ocean between us might just well meet my minimum requirements for distance.

Mom has sent a few emails since they got there with updates. She knows how my sister makes me instantly insanely crazy so she's trying to soft peddle the hassles but just hearing about her and her antics makes me want to slap her silly.

Most of the time I do pretty well just pretending that she doesn't exist. But these little epistles are ripping my fantasy world into pieces. And, she's going to be there for a week.

I would have been a spectacular only child. I cannot believe at 53 years of age I am still stressing over sibling rivalry.

I wish I could grow up

I have a sister who is 18 months younger than I am. Initially I signed up to be an only child but some asshole bureaucrat scewed up and unloaded this sister and a brother (four years younger) on me. It hasn't been pretty.

My brother and I have reached a detente. This is pretty amazing any of the first 20 years of his life that I noticed it it was mainly to see what trouble I could get him into and/or to see if I could maneuver him into taking the blame for something I did. The next 20 or so years, we really didn't run into each other that much. We have now worked out our various non-conflicting roles and work well together.

My sister and I are a different story. I don't remember ever liking her. Not once, not ever. I don't ever remember getting along with her. Not once, not ever. My Mom says that we played together perfectly until I started school. We did share an imaginary friend but I do remember telling my grandmother that Miss SippyCookie (the friend) liked me ever so much better than my sister because I was not whiney. (I remember this because I remember my grandmother asking my mother where I learned a word like whiney.)

My sister is one of those people who is entitled to everything and around whom everything must revolve. To say she is high maintenance would be an understatement. At the age of 39 she had her first of three daughters. Now she uses her children as the reason why things must be as she wants them (if using herself doesn't work the first time round).

Right now she and her three children and her husband have landed at my Mother's. They are on their way to spend a year in England where her husband has traded teaching jobs for the year. I think a continent and major ocean between us might just well meet my minimum requirements for distance.

Mom has sent a few emails since they got there with updates. She knows how my sister makes me instantly insanely crazy so she's trying to soft peddle the hassles but just hearing about her and her antics makes me want to slap her silly.

Most of the time I do pretty well just pretending that she doesn't exist. But these little epistles are ripping my fantasy world into pieces. And, she's going to be there for a week.

I would have been a spectacular only child. I cannot believe at 53 years of age I am still stressing over sibling rivalry.

Teddy Bear

My latest finished project - sport weight redheart - about a skein and a bit - size 3 needles.

Thanks to xara_ for the inspiration and the pattern!

8/31/02 - PHOTO lost in server crash - it was cute.

Teddy Bear

My latest finished project - sport weight redheart - about a skein and a bit - size 3 needles.

Thanks to xara_ for the inspiration and the pattern!

8/31/02 - PHOTO lost in server crash - it was cute.