Edmund...

I will now tell you a little story of a little boy.

Once upon a time Hannah Marie went on a little adventure to Goodwill and came back with a couple of little picture frames. Little did she know that in the back of one of the picture frames was a selection of priceless photos. A little boy and his mother. A collection of 7 pictures total.

Just a taste of what we found.

So we thought it would be great fun to tape these pictures above the beds of our roommates. Three made it above each bed and the extra one found its place on their bathroom mirror.

When they came home confusion came over them as they discovered the treat. A little laughter later and the pictures were discarded... or so we thought.

Days later I open my cupboard and to my surprise little Edmund was there to greet me. I immediately opened Hannah Maries cupboard to find Edmund and his mother on her side.

I couldn't help but laugh and laugh. And laugh some more. They got us back.

Edmund and his mother are still there, and probably will be for the rest of our little Seattle Summer.

I Have Made a Decision

I want a line in the backyard of my future home for drying clothes.

This is mostly inspired by the fact that dryers here at Executive Estates do not work. And I will not pay $1.25 for something that does not work. I made do and found some nails in the wood that I could hang hangers on. Before I knew it three hours later they were semi dry. So I probably should have started earlier in the day, but I just didn't know the dryer didn't work. Oh well.

I learned I want a line in the backyard of my future home for drying clothes.

AKA a clothesline.

And a dryer too. For the winter months and the day that I find out this picturesque idea is not so picturesque.

My Friend

We are Roommates.

Hannah Marie and Mallory Hazel

We are a little awkward pair.

Late night bunk chats.

Lots of laughter.

Crafts with our free time.

Let's just say I think she is pretty neat.

We also found Narnia in Seattle.

Pretty cool.

A Sunshine Day In Seattle

Yesterday was sunny.

Absolutely beautiful.

So my roommates and I wandered around our little complex.

They are cute. Let me introduce you to two of them.

Ashley Bell and Hannah Marie.

Ashley Bell resides in the large bedroom next door. She is spunky and loves life. She puts passion into simple things. Like making a meal and eating it too. I love her sophisticated style. Her hair is naturally curly and so beautiful. I am a little jealous.

Hannah Marie resides on the top bunk. I love this girl. She is witty and sassy. It is great. Most of the time we just laugh together, but when we get a word in between the laughter she has some good insights on life. I have come to really respect her opinions and views. She is honest (a little like me) and it is so refreshing. We have bunk bed chats about everything in life and I love it. I love being her roommate. I love it. Love it. LOVE IT.

Okay done. For now.

Oh and this is me. I am just loving life here in Seattle. It is a good place to spend summer.

Finally and Officially.

I am a Research Assistant- that is the title at least.

For the Flourishing Families Project.

And last night I did my first for real interview with a Seattle family.

With the green shirt and gray jacket.

That makes it official. Finally.

The Pizza Man

My mom tells one story from her childhood that I especially love.

It is the story of the pizza man, or rather the pure fear that came with calling the pizza man.

(Pretty much she tells me how she hated calling the pizza man)

I think there is something slightly terrifying about calling people, and I am not quite sure why this fear is present, but I know from life experience that it is real.

For my little job here in Seattle I have to face this fear. Call lots of people. Ask them to participate in the Flourishing Families Project, leave messages, answer their questions, schedule dates, call back, wait for them to call back, it is a crazy thing. It is good for me. I would definitely say I have overcome the "pizza man" fear.

Yipee.

Hamsters

When I first arrived in Seattle the hallway to our room did not smell good.

It was awful. Like old motel. Yuck. Luckily it was miraculously gone when we entered our room (WOOSH).

Well they are currently doing something with wood in our building. I love the smell of fresh wood. But the wood + old motel combo is just awful. Mostly it reminds me of cleaning the cage of lil vince back in the day.

115 G is a great place to live.