Tacoma Point Defiance Zoo (date)

Where: Tacoma Point Defiance Zoo
Links: Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium (PDZA) https://www.pdza.org/
Date: November 10, 2018.

We have really been wanting to go see the zoo since we moved here in July, but with my jobs switching around and just the stress of transition we haven’t gotten out. Finally we decided to go anyways.

The zoo was sadly smaller than anticipated, but I loved the jellyfish and Dari the tiger the most. However, pretty much everything came over to check us out. According to the worker, Musk Ox had never gotten that close or walked towards people that she saw before.

The arctic foxes were cool enough, but their area was full of plastic garbage. Don’t get me wrong, I am absolutely sure they were there for a purpose, to entertain them. I also realize that they don’t have the budget of the Woodland Park Zoo. That being said it still was uncomfortable to watch (same with penguins).

The jellyfish photos came out better than I expected. The rest of my fish pictures sucked (and got tossed), except for the “disapproving fish”. I need to learn better techniques and get additional equipment for aquarium photos.

Dari the tiger however was my favorite. She is a gorgeous animal and was intently interested in a toddler and then me… is that saying something about me? If I wasn’t color blind I would have played with the color levels to get the picture even better, but that is the last thing anyone needs me to do.

She noticed a toddler across from her

She noticed me

I don’t think we will visit in the short term again. If we get money up (I am now going to be unemployed) I want to hit the other sites around first. Still, we had a great time and some of the animals were awesome.

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Assisting with class.

This week I have been assisting with a class on data analytics. So as not to bore you, that is just reviewing data given to you by who you are auditing, sifting through it and finding things they don’t want you to find. I am fairly good at it too.

The weird thing, after watching our teacher who is a great guy, and reading the rest of our agency’s policies, procedures, etc. I am probably the most qualified in the agency to do this. With a CS background (mostly theory), experience doing the actual data analytics with other agencies, and experience using SQL designing websites for businesses in the past I am fairly sure I understand the concepts, the needs, and the uses more than anyone in our federal agency.

The hubby comes in close behind, he has the theoretical knowledge, just not years experience with other agencies doing it. Even our experts aren’t as knowledgeable about how to implement it, that is the scary part.

That feels weird, and while it does mean I probably know a lot, it means our agency is about 15 years behind where they should be. They won’t buy the equipment, not even just extra power cords for our computers. I don’t know why I am expecting them to buy a hard drive, RAM or anything else we might need, just for every day use of the computers.  The agency doesn’t even wan’t to pay for more than 750gb hard drive for an office of 20+ auditors (hell I have a 5 terabyte drive for $100 at home).

This has resulted in a week of annoyance. Not the helping people with their classwork, but with how much we could do, but also how much we could save the taxpayers.

We are still waiting on the hubby hitting his five year mark so he can vest in a tiny retirement and then definitely I need to see about finding a job more satisfying. Don’t get me wrong the money is great, but it feels pretty empty.

Seattle Pride Parade 2016

Where: Seattle Pride 2016
Links: https://www.seattlepride.org/
Date: July 2016

This is a cross post from my accidentally gay blog here: https://accidentallygay.com/2016/06/27/i-get-it/

Definitely check out Wolsey’s post, he did a better job at this :).

I get it…


I mean, I always got what the whole Gay Pride thing in June was, and especially the Seattle Pride parade was about, but I think I finally get it. Before going to it yesterday I was happy that it happened, I was glad people could attend but when asked if I was interested I was usually “meh”.


However, after a close couple asked us to go (Wolsey and myself) we decided we would try. I still wasn’t sure at the time, I was in Denver all week, then on Saturday I was in Bellingham (over a hundred miles from my house) dealing with my father’s headstone purchase. I really wasn’t sure I would go. I thought maybe I would bail out at the last minute.

I am out!

Master of last minute bailing!

However, we had a good trip to Bellingham, woke up the next morning and both Wolsey and I’s normal shut in type personalities were not on. We were good with going so we went.

We showed up early, thanks to M. I really appreciate that M showed up hours early, got us a secure spot in the shade towards the end of the parade. There I met T, R and I along with my friends Vince and Lisa. There Wolsey and I set up with newly purchased camp chairs from Target, in the shade and waited.


The waiting was fun. We talked with our friends and newly met acquaintances and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. I still didn’t really understand how this worked. Everyone was nice though, and there was a lot of glitter and bright colors. It reminded me of some of the white trash outings I had as a child.

Wolsey reflecting our white trash roots

I really couldn’t tell you what specifically changed with my experience. I was quiet at first, watching the parade go by. The happy people, both crowd and marchers was fantastic. The dancing was very uplifting, and the open acceptance was new. By the end of it I was cheering loudly for each group that went by. It didn’t matter if it was a small group of individuals who looked nervous, or a huge, corporate backed entourage. I felt I wanted to encourage everyone to come back next year.

We did have an encounter with the “God Hates Fags” type people there. I think I will probably post on that separately in detail. However, suffice to say there were enough people who cordoned them off and kept them out of the way (proudly I was part of that). 

I was also happy to see the church people. I am personally a combination of deist/buddhist because I find so many unreconcilable issues. However, I felt I should especially welcome those religious people who come out to show their support for the LGBTQA community. I realize why a lot of people don’t give them an inch, I can understand that reasoning. I just believe things don’t change unless both sides can forgive and mend the bridges.

There was a sobering part of the parade on a personal level. A work friend of mine met up with us. They were chatting away and mentioned the “T” word in passing… Yes, in a group of people we were standing with, and which the friend knew there were transgender people, they uttered the T word in passing, as if they had a right to it.


I still really haven’t approached that situation. I know I need to speak to the person about it, but I am trying to figure out a way that won’t either leave me rolling over and tolerating it (Wolsey was so angry) or making my life a hell at work. I think I will just talk to the person and explain it is absolutely unacceptable and hope for the best.


The friend went off with their other friends for lunch and we went back to the parade, enjoying ourselves and while it took awhile to forget, the joyous celebration eventually made me so entranced I didn’t think much about it until it was over.

By the end of the parade I was yelling louder for those at the end of the parade. I found myself really irritated that everyone was leaving before it was over. It is that weird “momma bear” vibe I sometimes get. I really just wanted those people at the end to not feel like people got bored and moved on.


As the parade ended I found myself both disappointed it was over, and happy it happened. I found myself anticipating next year and that is when I finally realized it…

I get it…





3/12/2016 Strawberry Patch

Hanging with hubby, haven’t been here at Strawberry Patch in a year and a half.

Biscuits Cafe!

Breakfast with my favorite person.

Off to see parents

It is early and we are on our way to see my parents. I suspect I may be in danger.

Mount Rainier Scenic Railroad

Where: Mount Rainier Scenic Railroad and Hobo Inn
Links: MRSR (http://www.mrsr.com/) Hobo Inn (http://rrdiner.com/)
Date: July 31 – August 1st, 2015.

See the gallery and short video (all the short video clips I took) under the post below.

I have been really bad about posting our date nights (Jello and I). Well in this case it was a date overnight at the Mount Rainier Scenic Railroad in Elbe Washington. This would be the first time we have ever spent the night with just us, and not with a bunch of our friends at a hotel. Originally we were going to ride one of their steam trains, but sadly the week before the train broke down and we were riding a Northern Pacific train that starred in the movie Runaway with Jon Voight in 1985.

Northern Pacific #7012A, the train from “Runaway Train” starring Jon Voight.

I wasn’t sure at first, it was a small disappointment. However, that all changed when we we got off work that Friday night. We had decided to stay in the Hobo Inn which was a motel that used train cars as rooms. The disadvantage of the train car was the small bed. It was double in size, but shorter, so my legs hung off. We didn’t stay in the room long because we were both hungry.

This is the room we rented at the hotel that rents out cabooses next door to the train.

There is also a restaurant that is attached as several train cars. We sat and ate buffalo burger and an elk burger. They were fairly tasty, the lady was nice who served us and the sunset lighting was pretty cool. She explained that the drought was killing them, the lake that is right off the site was empty of water. Huge tree trunks stuck straight out of the ground, and the waitress was in awe of how dry everything was.

Dining Car

What we didn’t expect during our trip was no cell service, therefore no internet service. That made our night a little surreal and a throwback to the 90s. What took us back even further was the small 13 inch tv with a built in VHS player and a bunch of old videos. We ended up watching Fright Night… on VHS… Honestly it was a lot of fun.

Yes, this is the Fright Night VHS tape.

We woke up the next morning, walked across the main road that goes up to the pass and got coffee and the small store, along with some snacks. We wandered back to our room and watched Scream on VHS while waiting for the train time (the Hobo Inn is literally across the street from the train station and sits on the rail line the train uses).

Early morning outside the caboose.

We picked up tickets later that morning, and found that they were out of collector spoons (which made Jello and I both sad). We hopped on the train car and prepared for the ride.


The ride was fun. I have never been on a train and it was definitely fun. The train takes a person up about 8 miles (45 minutes to an hour) and stops at a mining area and train depot. There they have a museum with a bunch of trains that we wandered around for an hour. Even with all the children around it was fun.

Oldschool train

We then road back to the main station. The whole time we enjoyed the rocking of the train, the forests around us and the cool breeze in the hot summer. When we got back we climbed in the car and on our way home we noted the huge tree trunks in the water. We decided to stop and take a picture. If you look closely in some of these pictures you can see people standing behind them.

Evidently it hasn’t been this dry in living memory. Look closely in the middle of the picture and yes those are humans standing by the trees.


Short Video:


First day with Jello

coffeeYesterday was a pretty cool day, it was the first day Jello worked at the office along with 6 other new hires. I am a “sponsor” at my work. It is my job to help guide the newhires through our office etiquette, show them where the cafeteria is, walk them around and introduce them, etc.

I am not Jello’s sponsor, my person seems pretty cool though. However, all 7 new hires, and all 7 sponsors had to sit through 6+ hours of admin work, so it was boring. I am sure for the new hires they were both bored and confused, because that is how my office rolls.

The cool part is starting today I am going to carpool in with Jello. Now, he doesn’t get up as early as me, so I agreed to move my go in time from 6am to 730am. Part of me panics because it seems so late in the day. However, it is probably for the best, I end up with insomnia and not enough sleep because I have to be up by 4:30am normally to get in by 6. This way I have that extra hour and a half flexibility to sleep more.

I am also stoked just because Jello is my best friend as well as husband. I like seeing him, and once things settle we can go do things after work if we feel like it (or go home and get pizza, that is great too).

People do seem weirded out that I like working with him. They especially seemed caught off guard that we have worked together at many jobs. I usually respond that he is not only married to me but he is my best friend. They usually understand the best friend part, and liking to work with your best friend, but then they get hung up on why is my best friend my spouse.

My comment back is usually “Why aren’t you married to your best friend?”. That usually perplexes them and they wander off. I have been with him 25 years, evidently I am doing something right.

8-2-15 Shadowrun Dreams

The sign for my dreams probably creepier.

The sign for my dreams is probably creepier.

Had a strange dream that I woke up pretty early from. It was a group of us sitting around, I believe myself, Jello, maybe Ted, Torie and maybe Sean. Also there were both of my parents (older).

We were going through a pile of Shadowrun books, mostly trying to figure out weapons and characters. Something about a submarine was involved as well. There were pictures we were trying to refer back to, and I think Jello was asking about a specific picture but we couldn’t find which book.

During this I mentioned some of the books were mine (I believe there was an “ork” book for Shadowrun I had in my hand). My mom mentioned for some reason that that specific book wasn’t mine. I popped it open and was expecting my name to be in the front page but it wasn’t. It had someone else’s name. I was sure it was actually my book, since none of our group had owned the book. I flipped through that book and a couple other books and while I did that, the books came apart at the binding.

Meanwhile my mom started talking about terrorism. Some things seemed right, some things I tried to correct her on. I ended up waking up alarmed and uncomfortable. Nothing bad had happened, no issues, no monsters, no one hurt. Not sure what was up with that dream.