Children are quick.

I’m tired of getting lost in Genoa, and the pigeons eat my breadcrumbs as fast as I drop them. The life of a Genoa shut-in doesn’t appeal to me either so I have a new system for getting around town. Actually its pretty much the same system I used in Seattle before Craig installed a GPS in my car.

Genova—Today I had to find the Il Mondo, the language school which turns out was in the midst of all the flood water destruction so it was a mess and workers were cleaning the streets and then all the shops were open with HUGE sales.

Laura shared about a tool she uses to help stay focused called Freedom. This program restricts your access to the Internet for an amount of time that you decide. Once that time is up, you can then access the Internet. For Laura, this gets rid of the temptation to check email during writing time (especially during that time before she gets in her writing zone).

I hope somebody finds Milo the fat yellow cat . . . he lives on Three Tree Point.

Mammograms
Many women are afraid of their first mammogram, but there is no need to worry. By taking a few minutes each day for a week preceding the exam and doing the following exercises, you will be totally prepared for the test and best of all, you can do these simple exercises right in and around your home.

A group of 15-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View restaurant because they had only $6.00 among them and Jimmy Johnson, the cute boy in Social Studies, lived on that street.

Each summer, I endure parental purgatory and attend my children’s swim meets at the Gregory Seahurst swim pool in Burien. Swim meets tend to be long (3-4 hours) and SLOW. Let me just say they are on par with, “watching paint dry.

While conducting “research” in B-Town, I discovered a brand new boutique: “Howard and Marge,” owned by Robin Dunkle and named after her much-loved grandparents.

“Underwood Undercover” here, entering the information superhighway via my coffee hole on ramp. I look around to see what usual suspects are in attendance today . . . at Starbucks in Normandy Park.