Live crab

Live crab could have been the theme for last weekend’s sailing trip. Lexi, a coworker and I all headed to SaltSpring Island for a weekend away with my parents. The boat seems to have this medicinal aura about it, that instantly relaxes you and this weekend was all about relaxation….. and crab.

Dad has always wanted to catch crab, for years he's put down differnt traps, all sorts of bait and always come up empty handed. But I think the drought is over, being the scientest he is, he seems to have come up with a fail proof formula and started hauling in the crab this past weekend not looking back since.

Lexi, not to be left out of anything, also starting crabbing this weekend and experienced her first taste of live crab – she quickly learned that if she flips over the rocks on the beach tiny (and some not to tiny) crabs run about and are fun to catch and eat. I spent half my weekend shrieking at her and pulling fatally wounded crab out of her mouth.

All-in-all it was a great introduction for Lexi to the boat, the sailing was great, the fresh crab dip was great and the company wasn’t too shabby either.

Lol??

I just read something amusing, and instead of laughing in my head… I managed to think the word ‘lol’. Yes… something that stands for ‘laughing out loud’. Terrible. When did that make its way into my everyday vocabulary? Less facebook, more novel.

I need to pick up a few books for next week for my sailing trip (if it actually happens** don’t get me started), hopefully that will restore my inner monologue to something more along the lines of a 25 year old educated female, and less of a 14 old texting nerd.

Speaking of Sailboats… it’s officially ours, we signed the final papers yesterday and they handed us keys. CRAZY because we spent 8 months waiting for it to be built and arrive in Canada! My mom and I headed down to check it out – here are a few pictures. If you’re not a yachty snob and don’t know how freaking sweet this boat is, it’s like the Bentley of sailboats.

you'll have to excuse the look on my face, my mother the anti christ of technology

was attempting to take pictures with the lens pointing her way...

it took 6 tries for her to turn the camera around...

I wasn't ready when she finally got it.

This was the view driving down lonsdale at 5:30 this morning. Beautiful.

It's also hard to take a photo and not run pedestrians over.