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I think they meant to put this sign by the white wine (my liquid courage of choice).

The seahorse exhibit has some distant cousins visiting for the summer: three alligator pipefish. (Yes, the link from the Shedd Aquarium was more informative and had better pictures than the Wikipedia article. Their amazingly full collection of sea life is one of Chicago’s few saving graces.) Not surprisingly, these fish look like a cross between a seahorse and legless alligator. They have prehensile tails and eat the same stuff seahorses do. Welcome, alligator pipefish!

Now that it’s summer, the aquarium is jam-packed with strollers, hyperactive kids, screaming, crying, etc. I went out to the pier to get some air and an elderly lady approached me.

She: “Can I ask you a question!”

Me: “Sure!”

She: “I was interested your volunteer program. There are so many nice volunteers here and it’s just wonderful!”

Me: “Thanks! It’s a great program. We have a pool of about 700 total, and that includes regular shift volunteers, life sciences, beach naturalists, program leaders, and teen volunteers.”

She: “So do you think you’ll pursue marine biology after this?”

Me: “Well, I’m 30, and I’ve been working in the technical field for the last 10 years, so I’m pretty sure I’ll stick with that.”

She: “I thought you were a teen volunteer!”

Some slightly uncomfortable laughter and many looks of shock on both our parts were exchanged. I thought the youngins are supposed to flatter the old ladies, not the other way around. Then, like the mature adult that I am, I went inside and had a teen volunteer paint a seahorse on me:

I am the toughest mermaid under the sea!!!

I can’t remember the last time I was so excited about such a seemingly insignificant holiday. Oh wait, yes I can. Flag Day 2010. I made flags for everyone, and it was awesome. But currently, I’m having a great time getting into the St. Patrick’s Day spirit. I started by decking out the car yesterday:

Both outside and in:

(Close enough.)

And JLS hosted a cookie decorating party at the YWCA:

Who knew cookie parties could be so fun? Me, three years ago.

Does this cake look like it has a penis sticking out of it?

Sorry, pup.

Ever since I started taking flying lessons at Paine Field, I’ve been wanting to post pictures from the air. Rain or shine, every trip reminds me how beautiful it is out here and how lucky I am to be able to view all of it so easily. Below are some quick shots I took this morning. The weather ended up being a lot better for flying than I thought, since it was so nasty last night and not forecasted to get any nicer. It wasn’t bright out by any means (in fact, it’s raining now!), but that’s better because flying with the sun in your eyes is a bitch.

I used to go at lunchtime a couple times a week, but I’ve started doing mornings and it’s so much better. The weather tends to be calmer and you can still see fog in the valleys.

I didn’t want my instructor to think I wasn’t taking my lessons seriously, so I didn’t ask to take a picture until today. I’m starting to get a much better handle on the tasks I’m asked to do (slow flight, flying in a traffic pattern, stalling and coming out of it, etc.), which made me a little braver with little requests like this.

I know these pictures don’t do it justice, so you’ll just have to believe me when I say it was the perfect day for flying. I need a new camera and/or permission to bring a photographer friend next time!

The sounds of cutting metal just feet away from my desk forced me outside on a beautiful November afternoon. It was exactly three years ago today that I first moved to Seattle, and the weather was about the same. But now, instead of wandering around Fremont disoriented and enchanted, I am in Everett, and I know exactly how far from home I am (21.5 traffic-laden miles).

If I needed any reminders, getting stares as I walked to, through, and from the grocery store drove the point home perfectly: I ain’t from around here. I’m not a teenager, I’m not a mom, and to everyone’s seemingly unfounded surprise, I don’t even have a boyfriend. I’m just some lady who works up here. Stop looking at me.

Now, my QFC on Capitol Hill is far from normal, I’ll admit that. But at least I can shop with confidence that the weirdos would act just as weird if I weren’t there. Most of them are more fun to stare at than I am anyway.

One thing this haven for Walmartian spillover has going for it are these little guys:

I am impressed by the efficiency-to-cuteness ratio of this product. However, the name unnecessarily uses the letter Y twice. This item does not measure power/torque, nor is it computer-related. Did not buy.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, bat stars!

Also…

I love it, too. :-)

The days are getting shorter though, so my love/hate relationship with the area may be eclipsing soon.