I suck. I haven't blogged in a while, but that doesn't mean that my life hasn't been exciting. As always, it's very exciting. HA!
Last weekend we went down to AZ to visit my in-laws and Drew. Tim's brother David, his wife Lisa and their two little girls were there. It was fun spending time with them, and Nicolette and Addison are both at an age where they recognize us, so it's encouraging to wake up every morning and not have the kids crying when they see you because you're a stranger. The adults ensured that was the case by continuously quizzing the girls. "Who's that? Uncle Tim" "Who's that? Aunt Kelly." I'm sure they'll forget all about us, and the whole process will repeat itself when we go back for Christmas.
Anyhow, in honor of their Chinese daughter-in-law, Dad and Mom Sale took us out to dinner at a Chinese restaurant in the Cultural District. The whole place was a plaza much smaller than your usual AZ strip mall, and had about 10 stores ranging from a Chinese bridal shop to a mish mash of Asian restaurants to a Chinese bank ("What is a Chinese bank?," mom asked, but I didn't know either). As we pulled over, I exclaimed: "Oh, so THAT's where the Chinatown is!"
The food was quite good. The in-laws told us to please order, and they were quite impressed when Tim and I ordered something off the menu (which probably WAS on the menu that they give the Chinese people, which is different from the one that white peeps get).
Tim had been to the place before when he still lived in AZ, but he just didn't have the heart to tell his parents that he had already been there, seeing that they were all excited about taking us there.
The next day we went to see Diesel's friend Jayson and his gf Jenn. Apparently the two of them are currently very much into off-roading with their fellow Land Rover owners. We went to a trail and Jayson even let me do some driving. Who says Asian women can't drive???!!! They obviously have not seen my kind of skills...
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Sunday, September 30, 2007
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Camping in Rainier
Last weekend I went camping with my good friend Adrienne and her friends. Truth be told, I was dreading the hot weather that they have been predicting, especially knowing that there would be hiking on Sat--and I HATE hiking.
It was a huuuge group of people. Most of us drove up on Fri night, and the rest arrived the next day, just in time for the hiking trip. The hike itself wasn't too bad, it was about 3 miles round trip. However, the scorching sun made that quite a trip. Fortunately, all 15 or so of us made it all the way to the top and enjoyed the beautiful view.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Wine and Bike & My Big Chance to Be on TV!
Last weekend we went to the Yakima Valley area for our annual wine & bike trip. We went with Rev. Brian Jacoby (who will be doing our wedding; he is getting quite good at lecturing, and even lectured me extensively this weekend when I started whining), Kristin and Nate and Steve.
The weather was good, although a little too hot for biking. Except for some flat tires (bikes and Tim's car), we made it safe and sound back to the hotel. Oddly enough nobody got tipsy enough.
One of the most exciting things was that at one of the wineries, there was a CBS crew doing a piece on several people who were riding their horses around all the wineries and orchards around Yakima. Of course I tried to move my chair so that I would be in the background, and hopefully make my long-awaited debut on the small screen. It was then to my surprise and delight that at some point during the taping, the cameraman actually told us to "act normal" because we would be on TV!!! The piece will be broadcasted on July 5th on the Early Show.
After the crew left, Brian and I were sent over to beg for the lunch leftovers from the CBS crew. We thought that the wineries served lunch, but obviously we were wrong. We were tired and hungry, so the team sent Brian and me to get some scraps from the catered lunch that the CBS crew had been served. Brian was sent because he is charming and a good story teller. I was probably sent because I'm whiny and skinny enough to look like I'm malnourished. Between having the caterers be charmed or filled with pity, we figured we'd get at least something to eat. Brian did all the talking: "Excuse me--I know this is going to sound pathetic, but we're really hungry...can we have some of your dessert?" Worked like a charm, and minutes later we were all eating the beautiful, but miniscule petit fours, albeit still craving something savery and more substantial.
The next day, we decided to go rafting. Lots of fun.
In Zillah, getting ready to bike
Kristin, Nate, Brian, Tim and Steveat CBS's Early Show taping
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Bday Weekend in NY
I'm a bit behind on blogging, but that just goes to show once again that I am NOT a geek in denial, and I CAN live without blogging.
Anyhow, for my bday weekend, I met up with Timothy in NY. He was there for work, and I was there for the free ride on his company's money. It's nice not to feel any remorse about paying for a $30 cab ride (or several) when you could have bought a subway ticket for a fraction of the price.
My mom and I flew to NY together, as she was there to visit a friend (it was her bday weekend too). I really thought I could deal with the red eye, but was utterly mistaken. The Jet Blue flight leaves Seattle at midnight and gets to NY at 8am (5am Seattle-time). Aside from being a long flight at a bad time, the following factors made this one of the WORST flights EVER:
1) Large and in charge guy sitting next to me and spilling over my seat, which left me very little room to move
2) Worst case of projectile vomit from a poor Asian lady who basically passed out, while the flight attendants tended to her and her family wiped off the puke off the plane's ceiling
3) Fussy 3-yr old that screamed for 3 out of the 5 hrs
So upon arriving in NY, after walking around a street fair and up to Central Park, my mom, Diesel and I ended up crashing at the hotel. My mom got picked up by her friend that afternoon and Diesel and I had dinner with MY friend David ("MY" denoting a friend that I will take with me in case of a divorce) and his friend Elaine. Somehow we ended up at this bar that Elaine described as an Eurotrash meeting point, where some random dude kept trying to crash our little circle. Elaine, in all her shamelessness, kept turning her back to him, to no avail.
The next day, we did MOMA and walked a lot. That night, we got great seats to see Avenue Q, a show that came highly recommended by David. In retrospect, I think that David would have been a much better date for Diesel, as several of the jokes in the show were highly embarrassing.
I took Monday off and went shopping! Hooray. NY was a blast...
Anyhow, for my bday weekend, I met up with Timothy in NY. He was there for work, and I was there for the free ride on his company's money. It's nice not to feel any remorse about paying for a $30 cab ride (or several) when you could have bought a subway ticket for a fraction of the price.
My mom and I flew to NY together, as she was there to visit a friend (it was her bday weekend too). I really thought I could deal with the red eye, but was utterly mistaken. The Jet Blue flight leaves Seattle at midnight and gets to NY at 8am (5am Seattle-time). Aside from being a long flight at a bad time, the following factors made this one of the WORST flights EVER:
1) Large and in charge guy sitting next to me and spilling over my seat, which left me very little room to move
2) Worst case of projectile vomit from a poor Asian lady who basically passed out, while the flight attendants tended to her and her family wiped off the puke off the plane's ceiling
3) Fussy 3-yr old that screamed for 3 out of the 5 hrs
So upon arriving in NY, after walking around a street fair and up to Central Park, my mom, Diesel and I ended up crashing at the hotel. My mom got picked up by her friend that afternoon and Diesel and I had dinner with MY friend David ("MY" denoting a friend that I will take with me in case of a divorce) and his friend Elaine. Somehow we ended up at this bar that Elaine described as an Eurotrash meeting point, where some random dude kept trying to crash our little circle. Elaine, in all her shamelessness, kept turning her back to him, to no avail.
The next day, we did MOMA and walked a lot. That night, we got great seats to see Avenue Q, a show that came highly recommended by David. In retrospect, I think that David would have been a much better date for Diesel, as several of the jokes in the show were highly embarrassing.
I took Monday off and went shopping! Hooray. NY was a blast...
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Scottish Lakes
This weekend, Tim and our friends Gabe, Leslie and Al went up to Scottish Lakes, which is on the other side of Stevens Pass. It is quite the trip, from a logistics point of view, as we had to drive up past Stevens, get picked up at the parking lot by some big trucks and then switch to snowmobiles, which took us up to High Camp (elevation 5,000 ft).
We stayed at this super ("super" being the word of the weekend) cabin, which had 2 sets of twin size bunkbeds, a loft, and a fully furnished kitchen downstairs. There was no running water nor electricity, just a woodburning stove, oil lamps and a bathroom outside, which we shared with all the other guests. There was also a very cool woodfire hottub, where much to our shock, we found four older women bathing in.
Other than that, the weekend reminded me of little house on the prairie, where we had to fetch our own water and firewood (we got it from the lodge, but still it was an arduous and long walk to the lodge in the snow), did dishes in bins, and had to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the outhouse.
On Sat morning we headed up one of the trails to go cross country skiing. Right off the bat Tim and I noticed there was something really wrong with the skis that I had borrowed from a friend: they were totally smooth and it was impossible to go up the slightest hill on them. Tim, being a much better skier than me (who have only been once before that), switched skis with me, and off we went, on our merry way. Merry, that is, for only 1/4 mile.
Between my lack of skills and Tim's smooth skis, we both became very frustrated and trailed behind the rest of the group. We finally managed to regroup on a medow with a much gentler slope that we skiied on for about half an hr. Fearing being shunned by our friends by our lack of skills and slowness, we decided to tell them right then that we would split up and go our separate ways. Tim and I followed the signs back to High Camp via Jirka's trail. That turned out to be quite a disaster.
Much to my shock, we looked down to find that to get home, we would have to ski down a very steep slow dotted by trees along the way. The trail was skinny and the journey disastrous. We came out of our little trip with skis on our backs and very sour faces. But we were alive, nevertheless.
We spent the rest of the afternoon playing Scrabble with Rick, one of the hosts at the lodge. Sat night we had a potluck dinner with the staff and the other guests, followed by a game of gin rummy. There was a group playing guitar and singing songs.
All in all, Scottish Lakes was an amazing place. It sounds cheesy, but I would even venture saying that it was magical: a little village high on a mountain, that sense of community and just a gorgeous view, whereever you looked.
We stayed at this super ("super" being the word of the weekend) cabin, which had 2 sets of twin size bunkbeds, a loft, and a fully furnished kitchen downstairs. There was no running water nor electricity, just a woodburning stove, oil lamps and a bathroom outside, which we shared with all the other guests. There was also a very cool woodfire hottub, where much to our shock, we found four older women bathing in.
Other than that, the weekend reminded me of little house on the prairie, where we had to fetch our own water and firewood (we got it from the lodge, but still it was an arduous and long walk to the lodge in the snow), did dishes in bins, and had to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the outhouse.
On Sat morning we headed up one of the trails to go cross country skiing. Right off the bat Tim and I noticed there was something really wrong with the skis that I had borrowed from a friend: they were totally smooth and it was impossible to go up the slightest hill on them. Tim, being a much better skier than me (who have only been once before that), switched skis with me, and off we went, on our merry way. Merry, that is, for only 1/4 mile.
Between my lack of skills and Tim's smooth skis, we both became very frustrated and trailed behind the rest of the group. We finally managed to regroup on a medow with a much gentler slope that we skiied on for about half an hr. Fearing being shunned by our friends by our lack of skills and slowness, we decided to tell them right then that we would split up and go our separate ways. Tim and I followed the signs back to High Camp via Jirka's trail. That turned out to be quite a disaster.
Much to my shock, we looked down to find that to get home, we would have to ski down a very steep slow dotted by trees along the way. The trail was skinny and the journey disastrous. We came out of our little trip with skis on our backs and very sour faces. But we were alive, nevertheless.
We spent the rest of the afternoon playing Scrabble with Rick, one of the hosts at the lodge. Sat night we had a potluck dinner with the staff and the other guests, followed by a game of gin rummy. There was a group playing guitar and singing songs.
All in all, Scottish Lakes was an amazing place. It sounds cheesy, but I would even venture saying that it was magical: a little village high on a mountain, that sense of community and just a gorgeous view, whereever you looked.
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