Take The Princess Quiz by Azure Eyes

You are The Princess of Quite a Bit

Your kingdom is comprised of modest crafts and tradesmen.
Though your title of Princess is mostly honourary, you still manage to take advantage of the freedom and privileges your sovereignity provides.
You have time to enjoy the finer things in life, but keep your indulgences to a minimal level, beleiving that one should waste not, want not.
You never forget your prestigieous heritage, but you prefer to mingle with the commoners, relishing in the special freedoms they have.
Your life revolves around tradition and celebration, spending those times with the ones you love.
Level-headed and considerate, you are well liked by all your subjects.
Your crown is a thin band of jewels.
Your throne is a simple chair that sits beside your mother’s throne.

Yeah, that's right! I'm a princess too! :)

It's not the height, it's the. . .

Goodness! what a weekend! It occurs to me that nothing much happened on Friday, except that Cheryl and I went out for Thai food, and it was decent. But the noodles were gigantic and flat, and usually this has not been the case, so I was rather suprised and not in a good way.

Saturday was a big heaping helping of activity. Cheryl and I slept in, although I slept in more I think. Then it was off to work. I keep swearing I'll take days off, but I seem to have some addiction to the satisfaction that comes with getting work done, mixed with a latent fear that I'm being lazy. I think there are many words for this condition, but I'm betting "workaholic" will do. So in to lab we went, to work for awhile. Then, for recreation, we picked up Cheryl's dog Buddy and went for a hike. For those of you who went to Malaysia with me, think of a miniature--but stil ass kicking--hike up to Base Camp at Mt. Kinabalu. Seriously. It was a five mile hike, which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the humidity. You'd be suprised how much it slows you down, how tired you get just because you're steaming. The first portion is basically backtracking up the side of a hill--not too taxing. But already by this point my shoes were angering my heels. . . and Buddy--extremely cute in his black fur and red saddle bags (to carry his supply of water) was panting and foaming.

The second portion of the trail was a more vertical climb, although alot cooler than the first half. We walked through groves of ironwood and then Cook Island pine--pine needles make traction difficult though. I can't accurately describe the flora and fauna, because frankly by this point I was getting tired and my mind was moving into the trance-like state that allows you to keep moving even if your body is complaining. The summit, when we reached it, was definitely a worthwhile goal. From the top of the ridge we could see a good portion of the southern coast of Oahu. The sandbar where we harvest squid, Diamond Head, and the lettuce farm where they grow Cheryl's favorite salad greens, "Nalo Greens." It was cool and windy and totally worth it. And going back down was great fun, because you can move much more quickly, and actually enjoy all the scenery. I was suprised just how much I had hiked. Thanks brain, for not letting me get discouraged.

Sweaty and tired, we headed back to lab for more work, then home for leftovers from Friday, and then out squidding. I only managed to spot two squid, and also a neat orange and white fish. . . but we're not catching fish, so that was rather irrelevant to anyone but me ;) Cheryl, on the other hand, was on fire, catching squid upon squid--she even caught a pair in mid-mating. I try not to imagine what it must have been like for the ill-fated squids in love. Then again, many of the squid we catch become breeders. They get all the shrimp they can eat, no predators, and sex for as long as they live. Not too shabby.

With our bounty of squid, we returned to the car, got all the buckets, nets, and flashlights stowed away, and sat down to leave. . . . but the car wouldn't start. And by some twist of fate Cheryl had not brought her cell phone with her, and I had left all my change at home. Frankly, I'd rather not go into detail about the whole ordeal, but I should at least note it. We had to walk twice to the gas station--once to use Cheryl's last bit of change, and then again to use her credit card to make a call. Eventually, help arrived, we got to lab, got the squid settled in their tanks, got home, each took showers, and at around 1:30PM went to bed, only to get up at 7:30 or so to go have breakfast with Art and Anne and Sean.

And now I'm back at lab working again.