Garden d'Lights

The other night, Hotness and I went out to see the Bellevue Botanical Garden's Holiday light display, Garden d'Lights with some friends.

Neither of us had been before, so this was a new treat for us and a nice change from driving into different neighborhoods looking at houses (which is fun too).

The light displays are spread out over the garden grounds and they had a "critter map" for kids of all ages to locate the different animals that were scattered throughout the displays. I guess if you found all of them, you got a prize... but since we weren't keeping track, I don't know what the 'prize' was.

Here are a few pictures of what we saw:

(Willie the slug)

Afterwards, we went back to their house and had dinner (yummy prawn Caesar salad with olive cheese bread!) and called it a night.

The Garden d'Lights are free (that's right... FREE!!!) although donations are greatly appreciated to help keep it going, so if you're looking for some cheap holiday entertainment, this was certainly fun to go to.

The Barfy Baby

Awww.... isn't he a cutie?

This story is about him, but since I don't like to encourage stalkers, we'll call him "Pete".

Pete's mom and I work at the same company.

For the past few weeks, Pete has been coming into work with his mom and spending the morning with us until his 'ride' comes to pick him up for daycare.

He's generally a pretty happy guy except when he's reached time for a nap, but even then he's still a very agreeable little fellow.

We have an open office layout where we work, so everybody can see Pete and he can see all the people in the office and those from the warehouse who wander through occasionally.

It keeps him entertained (especially when we stop to play with him) and everybody thinks Pete is pretty cool.

Well, the other morning (Monday, to be exact), Pete was sitting behind his mom playing with a toy. I saw him on my way to the fax machine and he was just having a good time.

I sent off my fax, made some small talk with someone in accounting and headed back to my desk.

On the way, I glanced over at Pete and noticed that he was running his fingers through something on the floor. Wait... What is....... Oh! He spit up!

"Hey Pete, you don't want to play with that, " I said as I picked him up so his mom could get out of her desk and clean him up. (He was directly behind her, so she hadn't seen what he'd done yet).

I'm holding him, she's cleaning off his pants and shirt, and Pete is thinking "Hey neat! They're playing with me!"

His mom had to get some more paper towels to clean him off and asked me to turn him around so she could get his other side. "No problem," I said.

I turned him around and lifted him up to make him more accessible. He was now face-to-face with me at about head level.

"Hi Pete," I said "You're mom's coming back to clean you off some more, so I'm going to hang on to you for a minute."

"Awesome!" thought Pete and then proceeded to stuff his baby barf-covered hand into my mouth.

One of my other co-workers saw this and started laughing. I winced because I was NOT expecting that.

Pete saw my reaction and saw the other person laughing.... so he did it again.

Now she was laughing harder, and I kept trying to dodge his little hand but this only served to entice him some more. Into my face again went his hand.

By this time my co-worker was almost in tears from laughing so hard, I was trying not to get sick myself, and little Pete was laughing (in the way that happy babies laugh) at how everyone was reacting to him.

Then he slapped his hand onto my face, right smack onto my glasses and drug his hand down.

Around this time his mom had returned and finished cleaning him off.

My other co-worker was doubled-over laughing, Pete was laughing, and I was going "Ew! Ew! Ew!"

Pete's mom took him from me and let me go, and I promptly went to the restroom to wash my face and mouth. Then I went to my car to get my eyeglass cleaner so I could see again (without having to look through a vomit-induced haze)

And that was how my workweek started, and all within the first couple of hours on Monday.

How're things going for you?

Music Madness Monday

It's a two-fer-one special today, since these are kind of short.

The worst:

(thanks via the Presurfer)

And the best:

(Who knew homeless guys had this much talent?)

*** Update 1:14 p.m
Fixed video

Give Me Tiiiime Toooo Realiiiize My Crime....

Hey look! It's Uncle Fester!

Nah... that's actually Boy George leaving a London courthouse after being found guilty of handcuffing a male escort in his apartment last April.

Those crazy has-been celebrities have all the fun, don't they?

Doot-doot! "Do you really want to huuuurt meeeee........?"

ROTFLMAO

Real quick...
This was too funny not to post a link up for it.

Why you should always check your kid's homework

*Cough! Honk! Wheeze!*

Ugh!

Feeling terribly under the weather since the Thanksgiving weekend finished. So no blog posts to put up (not that there's anything to talk about right now anyway).

Hopefully I'll be feeling better soon and have something to report.

There is something coming up that I'd like to mention, though.

Miriam Libicki will be in Seattle on Thursday to promote the release of her comic book, "Jobnik!". (I've talked about her book before)

She's been putting this out in single-issue form for a few years and just recently had it published in a graphic novel format.

Despite being sick, I'm planning on attending her book reading in Seattle that evening. If you're free and would like to drop by, please do.

Find out more about it here.

Music Madness Monday (Special Edition)

In recognition of today being World Aids Day, I'm presenting you with a special triple feature.

The following videos are French* PSA's to help promote safe sex and inform people to protect themselves from sexually transmitted diseases.

WARNING: While these are cartoons, they can still be considered slightly NSFW (particularly if your boss or co-workers are extremely prudish), so viewer discretion is advised.

AIDS can infect anyone and it effects everyone.

So inform yourself and be safe.

* These PSA's were done in both French and English, so I used the English language ones for this post.