Crabbage

That's what they called the appetizer.

Yup, we went to Crabby Bob's for dinner after Sam's Club. When someone pulls King Crab Legs out of the freezer and makes cute little anime bunny eyes at you, you get them what they want.

Oy. For two people trying to lose weight going to the gym three times a week, this was not on the game plan.

Crabbage is just too much fun, though. It's a ramen-sized bowl full of lemon/butter/fish broth bubbling with as many crab legs as they can jam in there. Topped with two souffle cups of melted butter and lemon wedges. Piping hot. You are given a bucket, a roll of paper towels, a mallet, a tiny lil' fork and a tool that looks like a can opener, but is actually perfect for splitting crab shell.

And a plate. Go for it. Most effective use of the tools gets you more crab. With Jim sitting at the table with me, I know that's the only thing I need to worry about.

He's pounding, I'm splitting and slurping...messy, funny and delicious. Remind me not to order a main dish next time.

I think some of the best things were the music playing as well. Some kind of flashback to the late 70's - early 80's - Donna Summer, Kenny Loggins, Bill Joel, Steppenwolf...a very good time was had by all.

Rolled home, took the booty from Sam's Club in the house and fell asleep.

Quizzage!

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A WHITE Dragon Lies Beneath!

I took the Inner Dragon online quiz and found out I am a White Dragon on the inside. If there ever was an apparition of balance, power and reclusive intelligence, my Inner Dragon is it. Whites are a fairly common dragon and are considered one of two harmonious dragons. My antithesis is the evil Black Dragon.



My Inner Dragon likes to think things out, plot against enemies, and look down upon the world from the highest mountain peaks. My favorable attributes are the Day, the Sun, truth, a positive attitude, and helpful magic. Humans only need fear me when they stray into my domain without proper tribute. Of course, that tribute would probably be a cake the size of a Volkswagen, but hey, if they wanted to move through my turf they should have brought it, right? If someone ever really wanted a fight I'd be an impressive opponent, considering I pack a breath weapon combination of Fire and Lightning. Even the nicest dragons can do some serious damage.

Crabbage

That's what they called the appetizer.

Yup, we went to Crabby Bob's for dinner after Sam's Club. When someone pulls King Crab Legs out of the freezer and makes cute little anime bunny eyes at you, you get them what they want.

Oy. For two people trying to lose weight going to the gym three times a week, this was not on the game plan.

Crabbage is just too much fun, though. It's a ramen-sized bowl full of lemon/butter/fish broth bubbling with as many crab legs as they can jam in there. Topped with two souffle cups of melted butter and lemon wedges. Piping hot. You are given a bucket, a roll of paper towels, a mallet, a tiny lil' fork and a tool that looks like a can opener, but is actually perfect for splitting crab shell.

And a plate. Go for it. Most effective use of the tools gets you more crab. With Jim sitting at the table with me, I know that's the only thing I need to worry about.

He's pounding, I'm splitting and slurping...messy, funny and delicious. Remind me not to order a main dish next time.

I think some of the best things were the music playing as well. Some kind of flashback to the late 70's - early 80's - Donna Summer, Kenny Loggins, Bill Joel, Steppenwolf...a very good time was had by all.

Rolled home, took the booty from Sam's Club in the house and fell asleep.

Quizzage!

a href="http://www.geocities.com/teo592/quiz/dragon.html" target="new">

A WHITE Dragon Lies Beneath!

I took the Inner Dragon online quiz and found out I am a White Dragon on the inside. If there ever was an apparition of balance, power and reclusive intelligence, my Inner Dragon is it. Whites are a fairly common dragon and are considered one of two harmonious dragons. My antithesis is the evil Black Dragon.



My Inner Dragon likes to think things out, plot against enemies, and look down upon the world from the highest mountain peaks. My favorable attributes are the Day, the Sun, truth, a positive attitude, and helpful magic. Humans only need fear me when they stray into my domain without proper tribute. Of course, that tribute would probably be a cake the size of a Volkswagen, but hey, if they wanted to move through my turf they should have brought it, right? If someone ever really wanted a fight I'd be an impressive opponent, considering I pack a breath weapon combination of Fire and Lightning. Even the nicest dragons can do some serious damage.

Crabbage

That's what they called the appetizer.

Yup, we went to Crabby Bob's for dinner after Sam's Club. When someone pulls King Crab Legs out of the freezer and makes cute little anime bunny eyes at you, you get them what they want.

Oy. For two people trying to lose weight going to the gym three times a week, this was not on the game plan.

Crabbage is just too much fun, though. It's a ramen-sized bowl full of lemon/butter/fish broth bubbling with as many crab legs as they can jam in there. Topped with two souffle cups of melted butter and lemon wedges. Piping hot. You are given a bucket, a roll of paper towels, a mallet, a tiny lil' fork and a tool that looks like a can opener, but is actually perfect for splitting crab shell.

And a plate. Go for it. Most effective use of the tools gets you more crab. With Jim sitting at the table with me, I know that's the only thing I need to worry about.

He's pounding, I'm splitting and slurping...messy, funny and delicious. Remind me not to order a main dish next time.

I think some of the best things were the music playing as well. Some kind of flashback to the late 70's - early 80's - Donna Summer, Kenny Loggins, Bill Joel, Steppenwolf...a very good time was had by all.

Rolled home, took the booty from Sam's Club in the house and fell asleep.

Quizzage!

a href="http://www.geocities.com/teo592/quiz/dragon.html" target="new">

A WHITE Dragon Lies Beneath!

I took the Inner Dragon online quiz and found out I am a White Dragon on the inside. If there ever was an apparition of balance, power and reclusive intelligence, my Inner Dragon is it. Whites are a fairly common dragon and are considered one of two harmonious dragons. My antithesis is the evil Black Dragon.



My Inner Dragon likes to think things out, plot against enemies, and look down upon the world from the highest mountain peaks. My favorable attributes are the Day, the Sun, truth, a positive attitude, and helpful magic. Humans only need fear me when they stray into my domain without proper tribute. Of course, that tribute would probably be a cake the size of a Volkswagen, but hey, if they wanted to move through my turf they should have brought it, right? If someone ever really wanted a fight I'd be an impressive opponent, considering I pack a breath weapon combination of Fire and Lightning. Even the nicest dragons can do some serious damage.

Ren Faire

I'm not a Ren Faire person. I go, I eat, I spend money and I go home.

Just about every time. Oh, and covet the ability to carry a tune unaided, come up with witty comebacks at a moment's notice, find other people of like talents and be able to perform (saw a group of 9 girls who danced to the sounds of their own drumming - nothing more - arabic discipline - perfect costumes and some of the prettiest tattooing on the lumbar curve I've ever seen), be competent in something truly gorgeous and anacronistic like glass-blowing (he's giving classes in Orange County soon! Huzzah!) or just be dressed in something close to period.

Well, the last thing I took care of today. From today, I have Faire clothes.

I can sew. I can sew very well. However, for oh...11 years? I've been saying I won't buy what I can build myself.

Fuck that. I give up. I'm sick of waiting for time and energy I won't get.

I have two skirts, both full and twirly and made of cotton gauze. I have a blouse in creamy gauze to match.

And the bodice. Oh, my. I wasn't aware I'd be so hard to fit. Too small, too long-waisted. Small, well, I guess. I have no tits. I got through high school without growing tits.

However, when you are talking a lace-up bodice, the rules change.

Oh, I'm fine. It's comfortable, sure. Sit very straight. No deep breaths or running around.

And gorgeous.

Creamy tapestry print with the primary colors being rose, blue, violet and purple. With my straw hat and Skechers clogs, I was the bell of the day.

Jim had his cape, his Skechers boots-from-hell and the hat from last year - he rocked.

Went for 3.5 hours and came home, undressed and died. I feel like I've just done a four day trade show - my feet are hamburger and I'm dehydrated and weary.

Snagged a real pretty, though. A ruby glass paperweight that will go so well in my cubie with the window at work!

Next weekend - Tennessee. Oh joy.

Ren Faire

I'm not a Ren Faire person. I go, I eat, I spend money and I go home.

Just about every time. Oh, and covet the ability to carry a tune unaided, come up with witty comebacks at a moment's notice, find other people of like talents and be able to perform (saw a group of 9 girls who danced to the sounds of their own drumming - nothing more - arabic discipline - perfect costumes and some of the prettiest tattooing on the lumbar curve I've ever seen), be competent in something truly gorgeous and anacronistic like glass-blowing (he's giving classes in Orange County soon! Huzzah!) or just be dressed in something close to period.

Well, the last thing I took care of today. From today, I have Faire clothes.

I can sew. I can sew very well. However, for oh...11 years? I've been saying I won't buy what I can build myself.

Fuck that. I give up. I'm sick of waiting for time and energy I won't get.

I have two skirts, both full and twirly and made of cotton gauze. I have a blouse in creamy gauze to match.

And the bodice. Oh, my. I wasn't aware I'd be so hard to fit. Too small, too long-waisted. Small, well, I guess. I have no tits. I got through high school without growing tits.

However, when you are talking a lace-up bodice, the rules change.

Oh, I'm fine. It's comfortable, sure. Sit very straight. No deep breaths or running around.

And gorgeous.

Creamy tapestry print with the primary colors being rose, blue, violet and purple. With my straw hat and Skechers clogs, I was the bell of the day.

Jim had his cape, his Skechers boots-from-hell and the hat from last year - he rocked.

Went for 3.5 hours and came home, undressed and died. I feel like I've just done a four day trade show - my feet are hamburger and I'm dehydrated and weary.

Snagged a real pretty, though. A ruby glass paperweight that will go so well in my cubie with the window at work!

Next weekend - Tennessee. Oh joy.

Ren Faire

I'm not a Ren Faire person. I go, I eat, I spend money and I go home.

Just about every time. Oh, and covet the ability to carry a tune unaided, come up with witty comebacks at a moment's notice, find other people of like talents and be able to perform (saw a group of 9 girls who danced to the sounds of their own drumming - nothing more - arabic discipline - perfect costumes and some of the prettiest tattooing on the lumbar curve I've ever seen), be competent in something truly gorgeous and anacronistic like glass-blowing (he's giving classes in Orange County soon! Huzzah!) or just be dressed in something close to period.

Well, the last thing I took care of today. From today, I have Faire clothes.

I can sew. I can sew very well. However, for oh...11 years? I've been saying I won't buy what I can build myself.

Fuck that. I give up. I'm sick of waiting for time and energy I won't get.

I have two skirts, both full and twirly and made of cotton gauze. I have a blouse in creamy gauze to match.

And the bodice. Oh, my. I wasn't aware I'd be so hard to fit. Too small, too long-waisted. Small, well, I guess. I have no tits. I got through high school without growing tits.

However, when you are talking a lace-up bodice, the rules change.

Oh, I'm fine. It's comfortable, sure. Sit very straight. No deep breaths or running around.

And gorgeous.

Creamy tapestry print with the primary colors being rose, blue, violet and purple. With my straw hat and Skechers clogs, I was the bell of the day.

Jim had his cape, his Skechers boots-from-hell and the hat from last year - he rocked.

Went for 3.5 hours and came home, undressed and died. I feel like I've just done a four day trade show - my feet are hamburger and I'm dehydrated and weary.

Snagged a real pretty, though. A ruby glass paperweight that will go so well in my cubie with the window at work!

Next weekend - Tennessee. Oh joy.