Kitchen Battle Wounds

Not a lot going on right now. Yesterday I had another Chinese class and learned more food words and how to say "I like" . . . so now I can say, "I like to eat noodles." "Wo xihuan chi mientiao." Yummy! Next week we are learning about taxis and transportation, so I will finally be able to get myself around. On my walk home from class I noticed a sign on a store that said "Welcome to here." Yes . . . welcome to here indeed.

Last night Alex and I went to dinner at a Thai restaurant with her friends Fuzzy and Erla. They are both very cool. Fuzzy is Pakistani British and Erla is Icelandic. After dinner we went to get massages for super cheap again, woohoo!

This morning I decided to make French Toast and oh what a disaster. They came out tasting pretty good but not without some battle wounds. I managed to get burned in 11 spots. Three on my hands and then the mother of them all was when I was putting more butter in the pan and somehow is splattered out onto my forearm into 8 separate dots. It hurt like all hell but I didn't think it did anything, now I look like I have some weird birth marks on my arm. On top of it, I am supposed to get all dressed up tonight for a friend of Alex's and Carrie's engagement party. So I am not sure what to do, but my arm might look a bit freakish.

Ok, I am off to get ready . . . will report more later, sorry no new photos. I did fix (more like replace) the images that were not working.