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Flat Stanley Gets Mailed to Seattle

I have a thing with deadlines and rules – if you give one to me, I will make it flex.

Flex? Who refers to missing negotiating deadlines as “flexing”?

Even when I give them to myself, they are always up for negotiation. Take for instance a little letter than landed on my doorstep just before Thanksgiving. Inside it was a form letter filled out by a sweet, sweet little girl who lives in Iowa and I happen to be related to. The letter is as follows:

Schweet! Right away I knew exactly where I was going to take Flat Stanley and what we were going to do. I was going to give my cousin the best Flat Stanley experience, ever! Hands down—THE BEST! And mail him back before or after Christmas? No problem. Lots. Of. Time.

Flat Stanley’s great adventure

Flat Stanley and I ventured around the city on Sunday, January 2nd—after Christmas. We hit all of the hot spots in Seattle and were even going to go see the Fish Guys at Pike Place Market and sweet talk them into a picture, but we couldn’t find parking. That’s okay; it was January in Seattle and Stanley was cold anyway (my aunt told me I could color him after we started on this journey; that would have been good to know).

So we went home after stopping for a fresh cup of good ol’ Seattle coffee, dumped the SD card of images, and promptly forgot to print them out.

Sometimes you need encouragement

That’s when I got the nice little ping for my aunt on Facebook a few weeks later, wondering what happened to their sweet Flat Stanley.

Shit. My nine-year-old-cousin choose me to send Flat Stanley to and all of the good intentions in the world were preventing me from printing out those pictures and sending him back.

Okay, let’s cut myself a little slack here. That and the fact that I don’t have a sweet, top-of-the-line color photo printer. Oh, conveniences! If they just asked me to post an album on Facebook, I would have done it, no problem! Better yet…live Tweet our adventure!

Wait, these are third graders…

So I sent my photos off to a printer, found a card, discovered a unique way to tell our story, and finally gave Stanely that sweater he was shivering over. If he was going back to Iowa after a big adventure in Seattle, the least he could have was a souvenir.

And on the first week of February, after Christmas, I mailed Flat Stanley back to my cousin in Iowa.

The moral of the story is…

And last week, I received this message from my aunt on Facebook:

the Fabulous Flat Stanley!! Facebook messageIf you have to stretch a deadline, it better be worth it.

Do you have a Flat Stanley story?

Saturday Silliness

We take a break from our usual programming to share a bit of silliness courtesy of the Internet. This video was introduced to me by my partner in crime and is absolutely hilarious because I, too, have a box cat, and I miss the cuddly guy.

You can view this video and Maru’s other adventures on mugumogu’s YouTube page.


In Observance of Date Night

I'll give you all I can Brandon Christopher Warren flickr

In observance of date night, quality time with the Man, and the fact that I’m tired, there will be no post tonight.

And this post may or may not be replaced with the real post tomorrow. Or not, because I’m really digging the hipster love photo above.

Have a great night.

Photo Credit: Brandon Christopher Warren

Living Dangerously

"M/V COUGAR ACE" disabled in the Pacific Ocean

Remember the editorial calendar that I posted? Well that’s the real editorial calendar I’m using to plan my posts for the month of November. And you know what’s hilarious about that? Even thought I’ve taken the time to plan out my posts, I’m consciously deviating from the plan. I’m living on the edge, being risky, entertaining my muse, letting the words flow, and chasing the ideas freely but with punctuation.

And it feels great.

I’m going to try this as long as it lasts. Take that, planning ahead! I have a computer and I’m typing away!!!

Are you prepared for what’s next?

Photo Credit: Tidewater Muse

Lamiki & the Flying Trapeze

At some point in their life, everyone has had the desire to fly, but rarely do they get the chance, and take it.

On March 25th I had the chance to learn to fly as part of the Twestival Seattle which was appropriately held at Emerald City Trapeze. One of the sponsors donated about 60 spots for “air time” and rumor on the trapeze floor was only about 20 people signed up. The event itself was amazing―the Seattle Social Media community came together to raise money for Concern Worldwide, an international humanitarian organization dedicated to working with the world’s poorest people to transform their lives. In one night, we raised about $10,000 dollars!

Back to the air trapeze, especially an abbreviated lesson like this one, was closer to swinging than actual flying except for the fact that I was dangling by my arms and hanging in the air (this is where all of those CrossFit workouts come in handy). The scariest part was climbing up the ladder and standing on the perch which was the width of a bleacher seat. Let’s just say that cold steel is a little hard to grip with nervous, sweaty bare feet (TMI?). I could indulge in more details about how nerve-wrecking it was to trust that the instructor really had a hold on the leather belt I was wearing as she strapped on the safety lines and I reached out to the bar, but I’d rather invite you to try it for yourself.