A girls-only post. Boys, step aside for a moment.

 

Free Panty! This is a bargain to reckon with. If you are on the Victoria Secret’s catalog list, you should receive a coupon in the mail for a free pair of VS Cotton panties (A $7.50 value). The latest style is super-comfortable, so I highly recommend taking advantage of their freebie. Sure, they’ll want you to buy other stuff, too. Whatever. Just hop on the panty wagon.

Alas, I had hoped there was an online code I could offer to get this deal from the Web site. However, looks like it’s an in-store deal only. But, it’s well worth getting on their mailing list (unless you are anti-catalogs for some reason. Which is cool. To each her own), to receive this coupon. They offer it probably once a season.

If you did get the coupon, hurry! Offer ends Oct. 18.

Row for the Cure

Row for the Cure was good. I always like to row this race. It’s usually the first head race of the season, and it’s shorter than a usual head race (3,500 m, compared to a 4 or 5K). The competition is good but not fierce. It gets me warmed up for the rest of the fall-racing season.

The course is from SPU to the red can … a route we do in practice all the time. Familiarity is good, especially since we didn’t row this line up at all before jumping into the boat this morning. We spent the first part of the race ramping up, settling down, finding our rhythm. Melissa stayed aggressive with her steering, yelling out at other cox’ns to get out of our way (she’s little but she’s feisty). She called for a ratio shift just as we reached one of our competitors in the women’s masters 8+. As soon as we did we walked through that boat (yeah, that boat but slow but walking through a boat gives me motivation, a needed jolt, no matter who or what it is).

We passed another boat, a mixed 8+ that looked like they were going backwards. Ultimately, I was gunning for the other women’s 8+ from our boathouse. We were close, I think.

The report is that we came in third, behind Sammamish and the other boat from my club. Dang. Third is okay. But I prefer to win.

When we reversed the ratio and went with the legs, I could feel the surge. The challenge is in managing the rush. Something I will work on (and I hope others will, too), for head-racing season.

Breakfast for dinner. And then some.

By far one of my favorite dinners is … breakfast! Pancakes, or an omelet, biscuits, maybe some chicken sausage, if we’ve been good. In today’s Pacific Northwest magazine (Sunday Seattle Times), writer Matthew Amster-Burton writes a piece on BfD. The writer could have been in our kitchen, it seemed so familiar. The experiments, the search for perfection, all for the right waffle. Nice job.

Oh, and while I’m here I’ll sneak in a pic of a treat we had today, football day. Early on in my years with the husband (we’ve been together 8 years! married for 3), when I didn’t care much for the sport, or for what I ate, I looked forward to the array of snacks and meals the husband would concoct for the day. Sausage sandwiches, semi-homemade salsa or guacamole. Then I started getting into it myself: chili; chicken quesadillas; pizza. Now that I actually pay attention and sorta understand the game, the food is still good, but not the main point of the day.

Today was a special treat. We don’t ever go to fast food national chains. We probably go to Dick’s every 4 or 5 months, when the mood strikes.

Today the mood struck.

Dick's special with fries 

Montlake Jake

It was around 9:30 a.m. when I was driving home from practice (Steady state from Gas Works to the Locks and back to the Fremont Bridge, with the return trip at increasing rates every 5 minutes) … you can’t miss the tailgaters waiting for the big game (UW vs. Ohio State). We live about two miles from Husky Stadium. The E-1 Parking lot was packed (and officially full, according to the signs hanging from the pedestrian walkways overhead). So after an errand or two the husband and I walked down to the party to check out the action. Oh, and to buy some new Washington shirts. Funny. I didn’t attend the UW. I went to two other schools. Yet I have more Washington clothing than from the schools I actually attended, total.

My school didn’t do this kind of stuff. I didn’t grow up in a football kind of family. This tailgating culture is foreign to me. It’s sort of like a sociological study to observe the atmosphere. The yelling, the screaming, the ‘everyone wears purple’. With this game in particular, there is a lot of energy in the air. Makes it exciting, win or lose (but better if they win).

In some of the pics (like this one), you’ll notice a single line of people waiting. They are waiting for the Honey Buckets, which are lined up near the fence that separates the parking lot from Montlake Blvd. The boys, instead of waiting in line, strut behind the Honey Buckets and take a leak against the ivy-covered fence. The same fence that separates the parking lot from Montlake Blvd. I saw one guy holding his full cup of beer with his teeth, and peeing at the same time. Eeew!

The husband was amused that I was so shocked. Asked if I took any pictures of them. I didn’t.

By the way, the game is on right now. This guy, Jake Locker. Red-shirt freshman quarterback. He’s got some really good stuff. Lots of kids wearing t-shirts that say “Montlake Jake”or just the #10 jersey. How interesting it seems, to me, that you go to school with this kid and you pay a lot of money to buy and wear a jersey with the guys number. He’s just a kid, can’t forget that.

Here are some pics from the big party.

You don’t know Jak.

Dinner at Jak’s tonight. Hooray for work bonuses for leading me to believe we have money to spend. Credit Eva-from-the-vanpoool for planting the idea in my head.

Together, the husband and I split:

Beef tenderloin topped with King Crab and a bernaise sauce.
AND
Bacon-wrapped sea scallops (mmmm … bacon …), with a rich truffle sauce.

The husband got the potato pancakes, I got the garlic mashed potatoes. Also, vegetables on the side. Yum.

Stuffed. Excellent.
I did not think to bring my camera to take a photo. Oh well. Next time.

Novice rowing. You gotta start somewhere.

Today I rowed a triple with JB and Amy, in prep for the Head of the Troll next weekend. I asked these two scullers to row with me as I was looking for people willing to row with a novice. JB and Amy, they are too polite to say no.

I row sweep (i.e. one oar per rower). I am a port. It’s how I learned and it’s what I’m comfortable with. I’ve been meaning to do more sculling (two oars per rower), and I figured entering a race (even if it is low-key and unofficial like the Troll) is the best way to go. Like when you want to get into running again you enter a 5K as motivation. I want to get into sculling more so I enter a race. I hope I don’t regret it.

Anyway. I struggled some. First I was using tulips (oars), which has less surface area than the hatchets, thus had a harder time applying as much pressure to the blades as the other 2 did (this quick analysis from JB). Second, well, I’m a novice. I know it’s hard to row with novices, as I’ve been there and have been frustrated as all heck. It’s very humbling knowing you are the worst rower in the boat. So I appreciate these cool cats taking the time to row with me.

Speaking of heck … I don’t swear a lot. It annoys the husband that I don’t swear. I prefer to say stuff like “dang!” and “goshdarnit” or “geez louise” or my favorite “frikkin” and “f-ing”. So imagine my surprise when, in the boat today, I kept cursing aloud. Haven’t done that in a looog time. The occasional “shit” and “fuck” came flying out of my mouth. I’m sort of shocked that I just wrote those words out just now. Feeling a little awkward, here.

I’ll let you know how the race goes. This weekend is Row for the Cure. Currently there are 11 boats signed up in my category, the Women’s Masters 8+. Can provide details on that exciting race later, too.

On cheating

If anyone thinks that Bill Belichik’s $500,000 fine for spying on the Jets was a lot of cashola, consider this. F1 Racing giant McLaren was fined $100 million for their spying/cheating tactics against rival Ferrari. Dang!

I’m a little bummed, because I like the Pats and because cheating sucks. I don’t think that the Patriots’ dominance in the past is because Belichik stole a few signals from opposing teams, so, why do it if you don’t need to? I doubt the players believe that they didn’t win 3 Super Bowls because of some hand signals. But there are always going to be those avid fans that will say so.  

Anyway, I’m not one to jump on bandwagons just to say, Cheater! I do think Barry Bonds cheated. I think he used steroids and he knew he used steroids. And, I don’t understand why people are so impressed with the 756 HRs. Especially the true fans of baseball. Because to me, it’s tainted.

On the otherhand, I wholeheartedly believe that Floyd Landis is innocent, and that he is the winner of the 2006 Tour de France. There is no ruling by any governing body that will make me believe otherwise.

As for Belichik and the Pats, I’m kinda like, eh. Neutral. As long as this doesn’t affect my man Tom Brady, then I’m fine either way.

Maybe it’s just the time of the year. A little too much going on to get too involved in a situation that, ultimately, is a game. Really, folks. It’s just a game.

Men’s Pair Final

Drew Ginn posted coverage of the Pair Final from Worlds on his blog. Ginn is the starboard (I believe) rower of the now 2007 World Champions in the Men’s Pair, among other accolades.

I tried to embed the YouTube video, but the alignment was off, so you’ll have to watch the video on his site. There is almost a sense that when the Aussies take it up in the final part of the race they’re going so fast that the camera can’t keep them in the shot. Or maybe the camera man was purposely focusing on the second place Kiwis? Who knows.

At the 1,000m mark the Aussies and NZ are neck in neck. Just .2 seconds separate first and second place. At some point, the network posts what their stroke rates are: NZ is between 41 and 42, Aus between 38 and 39. Faster stroke rates don’t mean squat if you don’t go faster, and NZ didn’t.

Read more coverage on Ginn’s blog.