When I lived in Portland there were 43 Starbucks within 5 miles of my apartment. Sheesh! I looked it up. I don't usually look these things up but I am sitting here in the library of PCC Rock Creek waiting for Paul to get done with his classes. I think I'll go to B&N.

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/roger/QueryTips.php3?tip_AttractionName=egg&tip_State=WA&Submit=Go

Click above to see yet ANOTHER of my favorite quirky attractions in Lewis County. Winlock has an EGG DAY every year. They have an egg parade and serve egg salad sandwiches. By the way, we will be hatching a chicken egg in my classroom after spring break.

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tips/getAttraction.php3?tip_AttractionNo==1385

Click above to see one of my favorite Lewis County attractions. This YARD BIRD used to be in front of a department store. The store used to have "phone book" sales. They would post pages of the phone book in certain departments and if your name was on the page in that department they would give you a percent off anything in that department. It was great fun. Yes, our phone book is that small.
My parents told me that at one time there was a yard bird that you DROVE UNDERNEATH to get into the parking lot of the store, but a suspicious fire burned it and a new one was built. Tall tale? who knows.

Paul convinced me to repel down our stairs, I'm in "training". 

The silly dog that we live with likes to play dead, even when no one is watching. 

"Teacher, there's a bad bug in my belly."

What a BLESSING!
Paul and I spent a few days at the beach, where my parents have rented a time share condo. Such a great break from school. Pictures later. At home we have the WORST free internet in the world, my excuse for the lack of blog lately.

There are certain rules I like to follow when I eat out:
1. Try to stick with the ethnicity. For example, never order a hamburger at an Italian restaraunt.
2. Never eat food from a gas station. Even if there is, for example a burger joint inside of a gas station, don't eat there.
3. Whenever possible, try to eat as a place where the food is made in front of you, like Subway or Taco Del Mar.

The other day my coworkers were telling me how wonderful this Mexican restaraunt is that just happens to be inside of a gas station. Right away I said, no, thanks! that's NOT for me. But they ordered in from the place the other day and it did look REALLY good. So Paul and I went the other day. Past the snacks and the slushies all the way to the back of the store. It did not feel right to me! I do not like it Sam I am, I do not like to eat in gas stations. But it was great and clean and wonderful and Paul liked it. Sometimes when you move you end up doing things you would not normally be inclined towards, and are surprised when they turn out to be wonderful. This is now what we do when we want to go out at night: go to eat at the gas station, go over to someones house, not the normal myriad of things we would have had to choose from in Portland. The other day Paul and I were snickering about something stupid that someone had done:
"What kind of person DOES that?" said Paul.
"Psh, city people!" I said.