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Pike Place Market

We took a little trip and played tourist on Saturday at the Pike Place Market. The day was gorgeous. Blue skies, sunshine and of course massive amounts of people. There was a lady with a huge parrot that she allowed people to hold. You'll see in the slideshow below that Stephanie and Allison both held it. And yes, my eldest is no longer a blond.

This morning after the rug rats were all safely on their way to the waiting arms of their teachers I kidnapped hubby before he could crawl back into bed and put the doggie in the back of the suburban and we went to a nearby park for a long walk. There is an off-leash area there for doggies and our Cassie just loved that part. Then on the way home we stopped off for protein smoothies.

Hey, does this mean we're trying to be healthier? Well, yeah. I am anyway.


  1. Pammy,

    Hi honey... I have missed your sweet blogposts... much going on with me but know that when I am in need of a breath of fresh air... I come here.

    My youngest stepson gets married in August in Gig Harbor. Can't wait to visit Pike Place.

    Much love and hugs to you. :)

  2. I love to play tourist at Pikes.

    And Stephanie looks great with dark hair too! What a babe.

  3. Mountains and can just stare out at them for hours...well a couple of minutes if it's cold out.

    How are you feeling? Protein Smoothies and a Kelp Sandwich to go please.

    I miss walking my Jack. When our 130 lb Lap Dog was still with us I spent most of my time trying to explain to the bubbleheaded owners of the puny mutts harrassing my semi-tolerant Jack of the consequences of such folly.

    Famous lines from people who never train their Dog..
    Oh he's really friendly
    He doesn't bite
    He loves other Dogs
    He's great with children
    Sorry, we went to Obediance Classes

    I don't miss that part of it. On second thought I'll just have my Diet Pepsi.


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