I spent last weekend with someone I like and haven't seen since the year I made a big change. We started at 2,000 then went to 8,000. Forty five minutes north we gazed upon an awe-inspiring sweeping vista that may one day be a lake. I rediscovered with joy a state I had previously accepted with resignation.
That's not all I have to say.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The Crab Pot
A few months ago Faauu suggested that dinner one night this summer at The Crab Pot would be fun. With summer rapidly dwindling (and taking its 90+ degree days with it, thank God), off we went. We as in me, Christy and Faauu. Have you noticed you tend to hear the same names over and over in this blog? Coming attraction: More names.
The Crab Pot, as one may or may not discern from this blurry, taken-without-a-flash evening photo, is on the downtown Seattle waterfront
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Do you enjoy having creepy crustaceans dumped on your table? If so, you'll love The Crab Pot!
Crab legs, when consumed with multiple glasses of wine, have been known to cause temporary dementia.
Ok, yes, this is what I had. I picture the waiter saying to the chef "Some lady just ordered the Sesame Chicken Salad. At The Crab Pot " The chef makes a disgusted guffawing sound- perhaps "Pffffffttttt", rolls his eyes and mutters a sarcastic "Ooooooh k." Then he dumps a soup ladle full of dressing into a bowl, throws in some lettuce and chicken, tosses in the requisite sesame seeds (after possibly wiping his nose) and sends the waiter off to deliver the concoction to the stupid-enough-to-order-a-salad-in-one-of-the-most-seafoody-restaurants-on-the-planet victim. I know it doesn't look that bad in the photo, but it wasn't good. Honestly.
Why, you ask was my king crab, shrimp, and mussels experience limited to pounding the hell (sheesh, I had no idea it was so hard) out of a crab leg that I didn't even consume? Because, seafood gives me primal dread. Imagine how you would feel if a waiter upended a giant bowl of snakes and rats on your table. I'm not quite that grossed out by seafood, by close...
It was, however, a very fun evening. It felt great to sit outside and to talk about the things women like to talk about (mostly sex). We went to the Emerald Queen casino afterwards for about an hour, where I did some serious high stakes gambling- starting with $20, winning my way up to $32, then cashing out at $19.76.
By the way, there is a cute picture of Christy, Faauu and I at The Crab Pot. I came close to posting it here, but decided that my outside arm looked too fat and too white (I know...) I am, however, getting closer to posting pictures of myself again. I've lost 12 pounds and have a sassy new hair color- kind of a strawberry blonde but more vibrant. I've done exceptionally well at work this week, prompting one of my more intuitive coworkers to half joke that it's because of my new hair. I think that may well be true.
The Crab Pot, as one may or may not discern from this blurry, taken-without-a-flash evening photo, is on the downtown Seattle waterfront
alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236124758104762354" />.Do you enjoy having creepy crustaceans dumped on your table? If so, you'll love The Crab Pot!
Crab legs, when consumed with multiple glasses of wine, have been known to cause temporary dementia.
Ok, yes, this is what I had. I picture the waiter saying to the chef "Some lady just ordered the Sesame Chicken Salad. At The Crab Pot " The chef makes a disgusted guffawing sound- perhaps "Pffffffttttt", rolls his eyes and mutters a sarcastic "Ooooooh k." Then he dumps a soup ladle full of dressing into a bowl, throws in some lettuce and chicken, tosses in the requisite sesame seeds (after possibly wiping his nose) and sends the waiter off to deliver the concoction to the stupid-enough-to-order-a-salad-in-one-of-the-most-seafoody-restaurants-on-the-planet victim. I know it doesn't look that bad in the photo, but it wasn't good. Honestly.
Why, you ask was my king crab, shrimp, and mussels experience limited to pounding the hell (sheesh, I had no idea it was so hard) out of a crab leg that I didn't even consume? Because, seafood gives me primal dread. Imagine how you would feel if a waiter upended a giant bowl of snakes and rats on your table. I'm not quite that grossed out by seafood, by close...
It was, however, a very fun evening. It felt great to sit outside and to talk about the things women like to talk about (mostly sex). We went to the Emerald Queen casino afterwards for about an hour, where I did some serious high stakes gambling- starting with $20, winning my way up to $32, then cashing out at $19.76.
By the way, there is a cute picture of Christy, Faauu and I at The Crab Pot. I came close to posting it here, but decided that my outside arm looked too fat and too white (I know...) I am, however, getting closer to posting pictures of myself again. I've lost 12 pounds and have a sassy new hair color- kind of a strawberry blonde but more vibrant. I've done exceptionally well at work this week, prompting one of my more intuitive coworkers to half joke that it's because of my new hair. I think that may well be true.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
I Do ??
One of my students (in a grateful tone of voice) said to me today "Wendy, you have the patience of a saint."
A number of other students have given me similar feedback.
It's a huge compliment for me, because I am not naturally patient. I'm glad my professionalism and compassion allow me to appear as though I am.
A number of other students have given me similar feedback.
It's a huge compliment for me, because I am not naturally patient. I'm glad my professionalism and compassion allow me to appear as though I am.
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