Monthly Archives: July 2016

Adele

I’m off a day on picking a song for Jamesy’s Motivational Music Monday, but I think I’m excused. I was kind of busy yesterday.  You see, Adele was playing at the Key Arena in Seattle, and we were fortunate enough to be there.  A fabulous performer to the very core, and such a down to earth girl to boot.  She interacted with the audience brilliantly, even pulling some fans on stage at different times, completely making their entire year I’m sure.  Following are scenes from the evening, a couple of videos I recorded, plus my choice for MMM.

Starting the evening off at a local restaurant, The Yard House. The food was 5-star delicious:

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Waiting for the show to start. The eyes open when she comes on:

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Her set was fabulous and the big screen was great, sometimes zooming in on her face, sometimes showing random stuff:

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Sold out concert, and she had everyone lighting the torches on their phones (this was way before the encore):

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Last song of the night after nearly 2-1/2 hours:

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The Space Needle at night:

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The first video I recorded was “Hello.”  It’s probably not as intense on the video, but Seattle put off a lot of energy for her last night:

The next one I recorded was “Skyfall.”  In this one, you can see just how cool her set really was.

As for my song for the week, I’m sticking with Adele and her latest, “Send My Love (To Your New Lover).”

If there was one performer/group that you wish could see live, who would that be?

 

 

Day 1 Training for Tulsa

And so training begins again, only this time I have a decent amount of time to get in shape for the Tulsa Half taking place in November, my 7th state.

Or wait… maybe I’m supposed to be getting ready for the Hamster Endurance Run in August… oh well… moving on…

I’m not sure I mentioned it before, but because of that crazy stint I pulled off with the SLC Half, RNR Seattle Half, and just recently Missoula (3 half-marathons in 90 days), I managed to qualify for Half Fanatics.  I am now Half Fanatic #15164!  For my friends across the pond and elsewhere that aren’t familiar with it, it’s a national running club here in the States which affords certain race “perks.”  For example, in Tulsa, we will have access to the VIP tent.  And yes, James qualified for Marathon Maniacs as well.  We both have joined the Asylums!

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Anyway, as I was saying, today was the first day of training for Tulsa… or Hamster… whatever. My feet are feeling much better (thanks Rob!), almost completely healed and normal again. Regardless, I kind of had a lazy run.  Okay, not kind of, more like really really.  But it’s all good.  I haven’t been able to train properly since the PF started, so it was good to get out and just get ‘er done.

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I opted to go ’round and ’round at the soccer fields.  It was flat.  And I was feeling lazy.  And could the sky get any more beautiful?

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So I completed 5 lazy miles going ’round and ’round.  It got a bit warm with no shade, but I’m thinking I shouldn’t really complain about that as, last I heard, the rest of the country is melting.

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And hey!  I spotted the bird… little Robin Redbreast!

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But if Mr. Redbreast doesn’t get it done for you, then have a duck:

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Lastly, Sheba would like to say hi, because she’s like that:

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Wishing you a blessed week!

 

A Day In The (Wild) Life…

Disclaimer, or warning, or whatever:  The beginning of this post is not a happy one… if you want sunshine and roses, skip to paragraph 7.

I may possibly have a couple of new friends who don’t actually know what I do during the day… I work for a wildlife rescue and rehabilitation facility.  I am not a rehabber… I cannot work medical magic on wildlife.  I am, however, the animal 9-1-1 operator of the Seattle area, from Blaine to Tacoma and beyond, and I am also one who will occasionally go out and rescue, and every now and again, I get the opportunity to release wildlife back into their area.

Sometimes, I have really bad days or weeks.  This was one of those weeks.  The following is just a sample of what I encounter day in and day out.  While I usually have to hold back on what I say and how I react, this post is aimed at letting those people know how I really feel.  Just consider this cathartic for me, because that’s exactly what it is.  I never actually said what I thought, but boy, would I have loved to.

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Source: Pinterest

To the woman who brought the baby American beaver in one full week after you called for advice… bad move.  You stated on the intake form that it had been “run over by cars.”  Had it been your cat or your dog that you’d seen being run over, would you have waited an entire week?!  How is it okay to watch an animal be run over by a car, and then wait 7 days to get it medical help?  Especially when said medical help is free??  I will never understand, but thank you for bringing it in.  Due to severe pain and internal injuries, it was humanely euthanized.  We quite possibly could have saved it and reversed its injuries, but you didn’t even give us a chance because you were selfish and didn’t bring it in as you were advised.

To the woman who felt it was necessary to “raise” a wild baby bunny for 2 weeks all by yourself without any experience or knowledge… bad move.  Had you brought it to us in the beginning, it would have been properly nourished and released back to the wild to be free.  The bunny you brought us, after 2 weeks of improper nourishment, was emaciated, dehydrated, and dying with agonal breathing.  As for the “lack of compassion” you accused me of having because I didn’t “pity” your situation… where was your compassion when you found this baby?  What made you think you could possibly raise this bunny to good health when you have zero wildlife rehab experience? People… I will tell you right here and right now… don’t trust what you read on the internet… wild bunnies are different from domestic bunnies, and their tummies do not absorb “goat’s milk” or “kitten replacement milk” as domestic bunnies may.  Do not feed wild bunnies milk or it will kill them.  And the reason the pet store won’t tell you this is because they want to sell you a load of products.  End result:  Euthanized, because it was suffering thanks to human intervention.

And, lastly, for the man who came upon a hawk while he was out on a trail riding his bike, a hawk that had a bag tied to its leg, the man wanted someone to come rescue the hawk after it had flown up to the underside of a bridge, a man who had no problem telling me I didn’t have “the balls or compassion” to rescue this animal with a bag tied to its leg… please, tell me, how would YOU catch a bird who can still fly?? You were afraid of its talons so you were frozen and just stood there until it flew away.  For crying out loud, put a sheet over it then put a box over it. But no, instead you decided to lay blame on me and the organization I work for because we didn’t “have the balls or compassion” to rescue it, even after I explained to you that I can’t rescue a bird who can still take flight.  I personally have lifted a full-sized deer into the back of a truck without hesitation, because my compassion gives me the strength and the balls to do so.  You, sir, however, only want to put the problem in someone else’s hands and then complain when they don’t do what you’d like them to do to solve your problem. But please, if you know of anyone who can catch a bird mid-flight, I’m all on it… give me that resource because I’d love to meet this superman.  The end result:  I redirected him to Fish and Wildlife so that he could tell THEM they didn’t have any “balls or compassion” as that’s what F&W get paid for.

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However… all that being said… there are some really good and happy endings that make my job worthwhile.  I received this text from a lady in Issaquah, a single mom who had 4 children.  She texted me a photo of a deer dying on her property and asked for advice.  Unfortunately, I told her it had to be dispatched. This was the final response from her (notice… I had compassion):

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I was on the phone most of the day with a man who was concerned about a fledgling barn owl and he was reporting its every move.  We went and got the owl, and it was eventually released healthy and happy.

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A baby raccoon was feared to be abandoned.  However, the man who called sent me a picture of the baby raccoon, and there was no evidence that it had been abandoned because it was clean and healthy.  I advised him to leave it alone and keep an eye on it.  Guess what?! Mom came back.

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Got a call from a lady who felt a fawn had been abandoned by its mom because it was sitting in a road.  I told her to put it back exactly where she found it.  Mom immediately came.  The lady didn’t even have time to drive away.

 

And as for Daryl, the domestic bunny I babysit all day at work (he belongs to the clinic manager), he’s still alive and kicking, getting bigger and better and more and more spoiled.  He’s standing up in his enclosure, wondering why I haven’t picked him up recently to give him cuddles.  He knows me well and totally knows how to play me.

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A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast: but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel. Proverbs 12:10 (KJV)

If you run across an injured or orphaned animal, please, please, please contact your nearest rescue center.  And if we occasionally say that sometimes it’s best to let nature take its course, believe it to be true.  Nature has been around a lot longer than we have.

Have You Ever Been Geocaching?

Geocaching is an outdoor activity in which people use a GPS device to hide and seek containers, called “geocaches” or “caches”, anywhere and everywhere in the world.  James found his first geocache in 2004.  There are log books within the caches to where you can write a message or just log your user name, saying “I was here.”  Some caches are even virtual.  There is also an online site to log your finds.

It was a fun “game” that got us out exploring different places where we wouldn’t otherwise visit. AJ was a baby back then, so I’d stay at home while James would go out traipsing in the Arizona desert, mostly to come home with cholla cactus needles stuck in his socks. Thinking back, I have to laugh because it amazes me that he would venture to some of the places he did and put his hands in “holes” where no one would otherwise dare put their hands (because you just don’t put your hands in unknown holes in Arizona).

The geocaching continued on while AJ was growing up.  This is AJ taking Flat Stanley geocaching (he’s holding Flat Stanley and a GPS):

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And this is AJ getting excited about finding a micro cache:

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Lots of caches also contain little treasures and toys, so it was usually rewarding for AJ to find one.

Fast forward to today and we now have the Pokemon Go phenomenon, not too dissimilar to geocaching, albeit totally different.  I say brilliant.  Okay, not so brilliant when someone is crashing their car into a tree or falling off a cliff due to extreme lack of intelligence (can’t blame an app for stupidity), but still, what a fun family activity when played responsibly!

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My name is Paula.  I run half-marathons.  And I, too, hunt Pokemon.

Life In One Day

It’s Monday! Ummmm… yay? Okay, well, yay for Motivational Music Monday at 50 in 50 Marathon Quest!  Time to post some music that you’re enjoying this week!  Got any ’80s songs that you’re in love with?  Shout ’em out!!

I mentioned yesterday that James and I went to see Howard Jones and OMD over the weekend, so I think it’s most fitting that I come up with something from good old Howard, one of my all-time favorites.

I think one of the reason’s I was so drawn to Howard is because he was a fabulous lyricist.  His words had meaning, and, as an impressionable teenager, I could relate to most of what he was trying to say.  The song I chose is probably not a mainstream hit, but it is upbeat and a happy little tune, kind of quirky really.  It’s called, “Life In One Day.”  The lyrics follow, but I also chose a video that plays the lyrics.  The original video is actually quite annoying, with breaks here and there and people talking in the middle of it, and if you’re actually going to listen to the song, then I want you to hear the song as I heard it back in the day.

Lyrics

The old man said to me
Said don’t always take life so seriously
Play the flute
And dance and sing your song

Try and enjoy the here and now
The future will take care of itself somehow
The grass is never greener over there
Time will wear away the stone
Gets the hereditary bone

Don’t try to live your life in one day
Don’t go speed your time away
Don’t try to live your life in one day
Don’t go speed your time away

The old man said to me
Said you can’t change the world single-handedly
Raise a glass enjoy the scenery
Pretend the water is champagne
And fill my glass again and again
While the wolves are gathering round your door
Time will wear away the stone
Gets the hereditary bone

The old man said to me
Said don’t always take life so seriously
Play the flute
And dance and sing your song

Try and enjoy the here and now
The future will take care of itself somehow
The grass is never greener over there
Time will wear away the stone
Gets the hereditary bone

I tried to live my life in one day
Don’t go speed your time away

I bit off more than I can chew
Only so much you can do

Wolves are gathering round my door
Ask them in and invite some more

I tried to live my life in one day
Don’t go speed your time away

Of course, the song that got me started on my positive thinking way of life was from him, “Things Can Only Get Better.”  I listened to that song over and over again until I truly believed those words, heart and soul (it’s not easy being a teenager).  I recorded a snippet of it at the concert… I wanted to sing and dance, too, but no way was I doing that on camera, so I only recorded about a minute.  The lyrics to the first verse follow.

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We’re not scared to lose it all security throw through the wall
Future dreams we have to realize
A thousand skeptic hands won’t keep us from the things we plan
Unless we’re clinging to the things we prize

And do you feel scared, I do
But I won’t stop and falter
And if we threw it all away
Things can only get better
Wow wow wow oh, wow wow wow oh oh oh oh

Have a super great week, my friends! 

 

Howard Jones and OMD

A long, long time ago in a land far, far away, (okay, really it was just February and it was right here in Lake Stevens), I talked about how James scored us some tickets to go see Howard Jones and OMD (you can read about it here). Last night was the night.  Thankfully, the park officials knew it was going to be mostly attended by… older… adults, and as such, the concert started at 6.  It’s funny, but James and I were commenting about how, if this were way back when, we would’ve had a “before” party, a “during” party, and an “after” party, quite possibly not calling it a night until 4 or 5 a.m.  It’s great to be a grown-up now, but it sure is fun to take a step back in time every now and again.  That being said, we were home just after 10, :D.  Here are scenes from my evening.

Howard Jones:  He was rockin’ the tight white trousers that were so popular in the ’80s.  The man can still sing.

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OMD:  They rocked it as well.  Totally impressed.

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There was lots of dancing (this man is gearing up to spin her around):

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Lots of people:

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Great food:

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Great ambiance:

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A young girl who was none too pleased about hanging out with a bunch of middle-aged rockers:

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Even with an outside concert, there were fun stage effects:

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And, finally, me… so very happy to be spending an evening with my honey and Howard Jones:

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Are you loving the comeback of the great ’80s bands?  Do you enjoy outside venues for a concert setting?

Spotted!

A few running and cycling bloggers have taken to a new little game of spotting things while they’re out and about on their run or their bike.  It originally started with Slow Runner Girl on her hunt to do some spelunking on one of her runs, but then she moved on to a super cool chimney.  Of course, at the same time, Benjamin from Running of the Books was out trolley hunting… it seems he had trolleys following him everywhere he went!

SRG has itemized the search list, so here I am, categorizing my finds.  It’s amazing the things you see if take the time to look around…

If you’re interested in playing, the link to the game/list is here, here, and here.

The Rusty Machine

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The Trolley

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This was spotted during the Rock ‘N’ Roll Seattle Half-Marathon back in June.

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Saw this one just last week in Missoula!

The Bike

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The Super Coach

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I can’t really count my chimneys… they kinda sucked.  I’ve gotta do better in that category.