Uh...
I hope you people realized that when I yelled out, "They don't even have computers there!" That that was my defense mechanism? I don't EVER want to leave the state of Washington. I love it here. I was almost born here. Almost. I just had to wait four years before my parents got a clue and moved here from Colorado.
Indiana is a lovely state.
Beautiful houses there.
Beautiful cornfields.
Has lovely bloggers living there.
In general, has a good educational system.
If some of you thought that I was looking for a buddy in knocking Indiana, please forgive me. Not the case. What I was looking for was.... I guess, sympathy in not wanting to move from a place called "home."
That's all. It's all groovy.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
(Ooooh - let's see how long before this becomes a rumor in my ward.... )
Last night, Hero comes up to me and says, "So, would you consider a move across the country for my work?"
Stunned silence..... on my part.
"Um. Where are we talking about?"
"South Bend, Indiana."
"SOUTH BEND INDIANA? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THEY'VE GOT THE WORST SCHOOLS IN THE NATION! THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE COMPUTERS THERE!"
Stunned silence.... on his part.
"Now, if we were talking about North Carolina - I'll start packing."
And with that, I finished loading the dishwasher.
***disclaimer - I'm sure they have computers in their schools. I just personally was not impressed with the people there when I lived there for 3 weeks. Yes - I lived there for 3 weeks. GENERALLY SPEAKING - the people were so crabby, never smiled, so totally different than Seattle. I dunno, maybe it was the weather. Wearing down parkas in 60F weather... Hello, that's when we wear shorts in Seattle! I do happen to know of 2 families that live in Indiana that smile. One family took care of my son as a newborn. The other family lived in Seattle before heading out there. Perhaps you think of me as being overly critical. Perhaps. Just know, that if it came down to it - that we needed to move for my husband's work - I would do it happily. And do the best I could to make it a positive move for my family.
Last night, Hero comes up to me and says, "So, would you consider a move across the country for my work?"
Stunned silence..... on my part.
"Um. Where are we talking about?"
"South Bend, Indiana."
"SOUTH BEND INDIANA? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THEY'VE GOT THE WORST SCHOOLS IN THE NATION! THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE COMPUTERS THERE!"
Stunned silence.... on his part.
"Now, if we were talking about North Carolina - I'll start packing."
And with that, I finished loading the dishwasher.
***disclaimer - I'm sure they have computers in their schools. I just personally was not impressed with the people there when I lived there for 3 weeks. Yes - I lived there for 3 weeks. GENERALLY SPEAKING - the people were so crabby, never smiled, so totally different than Seattle. I dunno, maybe it was the weather. Wearing down parkas in 60F weather... Hello, that's when we wear shorts in Seattle! I do happen to know of 2 families that live in Indiana that smile. One family took care of my son as a newborn. The other family lived in Seattle before heading out there. Perhaps you think of me as being overly critical. Perhaps. Just know, that if it came down to it - that we needed to move for my husband's work - I would do it happily. And do the best I could to make it a positive move for my family.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I'm in love with a new artist... Well, not a "NEW" artist. Carl Larsson was born in Stockholm, Sweden in 1853 and died in 1919.
Spring (VÃ¥ren) (1907)
Namnsdag på härbret av Carl Larsson 1898
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Cuz SHE made me....
1) Do you like blue cheese? Tried it once, a teensy bit. And? That would be a BIG, RESOUNDING - Nope.
2) Have you ever smoked crack? No.
3) Do you own a gun? Yes.
4) What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Never been to Sonic. But I have been to a Sonics game. That would be "basketball" in Seattle.
5) Do you get nervous before doctors appointments? Yes, that I'll forget to tell them all the symptoms and that it will somehow skewer their diagnosis/treatment.
6) What do you think of hot dogs? Migraine-inducers.
8) What do you prefer to drink in the morning? WATER!
9) Can you do push ups? Bras - sure.
11) What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My larimar ring.
12) Favorite hobby? Photography (but if I didn't have to limit myself to just ONE - it would also include drawing, writing... pretty much anything related to art.)
13) Ever been in a car wreck? Fender-benders.
14) Do you like thunderstorms? Hero should answer that one.
15) What's one trait that you hate about yourself? Worrying too much about what I think others might be thinking about me... whereas in reality, they're probably thinking the exact same thing themselves.
16) Middle name? Yes, I've got one!
17) Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? 1) I wish for a migraine-free life, but that would probably mean I'd have to be dead. 2) Little Man is being too quiet. 3) I think I really screwed up the zucchini spice cake I made just now. BUT - it won't be my fault because NOBODY WAS HOME WHEN I CALLED TO ASK THEM HOW TO DO ZUCCHINI!!! *ahem*
18) Name 3 things you bought today? Nothing.
19) Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Water, milk & lemon-water.
20) Current worry? Medical bills. They've really hit us hard this year.
21) Current hate right now? Anything related to what we've gone through this year. Sorry, that's gonna have to be code for "not gonna tell ya."
22) How did you bring in the New Year? No idea. Probably slept.
23) Where would you like to go back to? Boston.
24) Name three people who will complete this? That would be... nobody. C'mon, you know it's true!
26) Do you own slippers? No.
27) What shirt are you wearing? White t-shirt.
28) Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? I did once. On a water bed. I didn't like it because I kept thinking I was going to fall out of bed. (This was back in high school and I was ALONE.)
29) Can you whistle? No, but I can make my hearing-aid do it! Huh, maybe I should do that in the Ward Talent Show.
30) Favorite color? Blue.
31) Would you be a pirate? No. Captain Feathersword kinda ruined it for me...
32) What songs do you sing in the shower? No. It's in the wee hours of the morning and I need to keep quiet so I don't wake up the kids.
33) Favorite girl's name? My daughter's name.
34) Favorite boy's name? My son's name.
35) Whats in your pocket? A little Composition notebook with a lime-green elastic hairband wrapped around it. It's always with me for notes I want to jot down.
36) Last thing that made you laugh? I can't remember. It's a migraine day - so I'm prone to tears today. Stupid migraine.
37) Best bed sheets as a child? We never had anything fancy. Understandable with 11 kids.
38) Worst injury you've ever had? A cut on my forefinger just shortly after getting married. I was washing a butcher-knife and it slipped. Hero took me the clinic and I got 2 stitches.
40) Favorite flavor potato chips? Used to be Doritos but now, I really can't stand most any junk food.
41) Who is your loudest friend? Sam. And it is totally said with love because I love her for it.
42) How many dogs do you have? The way Little Man eats.... I think I have one.
43) Does someone have a crush on you? No idea.
46) What is your favorite candy? See # 40. Sad, really. Chocolate doesn't even excite me anymore.
47) Favorite Sports Team? None.
48) What song do you want played at your funeral? No funeral. I just want people to go to the beach & have a barbecue. Maybe some 80's music... lol!
49) What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping. Didn't last long though.
50) First thing you thought about when you woke up? Noooooooo - NO MIGRAINE! My meds aren't working! So sick of it!
Sheesh - that was long. Hope it was a good distraction for those that needed it!
1) Do you like blue cheese? Tried it once, a teensy bit. And? That would be a BIG, RESOUNDING - Nope.
2) Have you ever smoked crack? No.
3) Do you own a gun? Yes.
4) What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Never been to Sonic. But I have been to a Sonics game. That would be "basketball" in Seattle.
5) Do you get nervous before doctors appointments? Yes, that I'll forget to tell them all the symptoms and that it will somehow skewer their diagnosis/treatment.
6) What do you think of hot dogs? Migraine-inducers.
8) What do you prefer to drink in the morning? WATER!
9) Can you do push ups? Bras - sure.
11) What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My larimar ring.
12) Favorite hobby? Photography (but if I didn't have to limit myself to just ONE - it would also include drawing, writing... pretty much anything related to art.)
13) Ever been in a car wreck? Fender-benders.
14) Do you like thunderstorms? Hero should answer that one.
15) What's one trait that you hate about yourself? Worrying too much about what I think others might be thinking about me... whereas in reality, they're probably thinking the exact same thing themselves.
16) Middle name? Yes, I've got one!
17) Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? 1) I wish for a migraine-free life, but that would probably mean I'd have to be dead. 2) Little Man is being too quiet. 3) I think I really screwed up the zucchini spice cake I made just now. BUT - it won't be my fault because NOBODY WAS HOME WHEN I CALLED TO ASK THEM HOW TO DO ZUCCHINI!!! *ahem*
18) Name 3 things you bought today? Nothing.
19) Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Water, milk & lemon-water.
20) Current worry? Medical bills. They've really hit us hard this year.
21) Current hate right now? Anything related to what we've gone through this year. Sorry, that's gonna have to be code for "not gonna tell ya."
22) How did you bring in the New Year? No idea. Probably slept.
23) Where would you like to go back to? Boston.
24) Name three people who will complete this? That would be... nobody. C'mon, you know it's true!
26) Do you own slippers? No.
27) What shirt are you wearing? White t-shirt.
28) Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? I did once. On a water bed. I didn't like it because I kept thinking I was going to fall out of bed. (This was back in high school and I was ALONE.)
29) Can you whistle? No, but I can make my hearing-aid do it! Huh, maybe I should do that in the Ward Talent Show.
30) Favorite color? Blue.
31) Would you be a pirate? No. Captain Feathersword kinda ruined it for me...
32) What songs do you sing in the shower? No. It's in the wee hours of the morning and I need to keep quiet so I don't wake up the kids.
33) Favorite girl's name? My daughter's name.
34) Favorite boy's name? My son's name.
35) Whats in your pocket? A little Composition notebook with a lime-green elastic hairband wrapped around it. It's always with me for notes I want to jot down.
36) Last thing that made you laugh? I can't remember. It's a migraine day - so I'm prone to tears today. Stupid migraine.
37) Best bed sheets as a child? We never had anything fancy. Understandable with 11 kids.
38) Worst injury you've ever had? A cut on my forefinger just shortly after getting married. I was washing a butcher-knife and it slipped. Hero took me the clinic and I got 2 stitches.
40) Favorite flavor potato chips? Used to be Doritos but now, I really can't stand most any junk food.
41) Who is your loudest friend? Sam. And it is totally said with love because I love her for it.
42) How many dogs do you have? The way Little Man eats.... I think I have one.
43) Does someone have a crush on you? No idea.
46) What is your favorite candy? See # 40. Sad, really. Chocolate doesn't even excite me anymore.
47) Favorite Sports Team? None.
48) What song do you want played at your funeral? No funeral. I just want people to go to the beach & have a barbecue. Maybe some 80's music... lol!
49) What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping. Didn't last long though.
50) First thing you thought about when you woke up? Noooooooo - NO MIGRAINE! My meds aren't working! So sick of it!
Sheesh - that was long. Hope it was a good distraction for those that needed it!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
This morning, we were fortunate enough to be able to snap these pics of these whales in Seattle. They are of the "bronze" pod...
Last and most definitely NOT least. Not by a long shot....
Last and most definitely NOT least. Not by a long shot....
This just totally cracked me up... and made me happy.
Friday night is Date night!
Last night, we went to Ivar's and I saw this man... I liked that he had his headphones on. I don't know if he was bebopping away to some music or perhaps listening to a book on tape. Regardless, he looked satisfied.
In our drive about town, we came upon this archway. Love it! Especially the grounds too.
When y'all come to visit me in La la la laaaahhhhh! -land, we'll have to stop here for our spa treatment.
We came upon an empty store... with a filled window display. Huh? Anyway, sorry about the window-glare, I don't know how to get around that yet.
Some textile we found on a sidewalk sale. We got all excited & happy because it was 50% off!!! The price with the discount? A cool $60.00. Yeah, not exactly a "bargain."
We ended up at Brackett's Landing by the Kingston Ferries. (You really must come visit.) Hero heard this rustling and looked to see what was causing it. Little birds, just like this one.
The last thing we spied, okay - HERO spied was this lamppost. A quaint one in the midst of all the wires. Here you go, sweetheart.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Perhaps I should clarify, dear readers, that I am not in the abysmal pit of despair. NO. I am not about to abandon my children, my husband, my faith, nor my life. NO. What I've come to the conclusion is, the old sariqd that I am, just doesn't suffice. It's not enough. It's not... I just can't put my finger on it. It's as though, perhaps.... I've let what I perceived other people's opionions of me become my truth.
"Really, there is no beautiful style, no beautiful design, and no beautiful color: there is just one beauty, that of the truth that is revealed."
Auguste Rodin
I've forgotten what my truth is. Too long have I let what I thought other people thought about me mold me. No longer. I must shed that. For example, I'm not a shy person. When did I let that happen? I must change those bits & pieces that I don't like. I must work through the metamorphosis that one goes through in changing, stretching, and growing. It might be an ugly business but you know.... there are some mighty pretty butterflies out there.
"Really, there is no beautiful style, no beautiful design, and no beautiful color: there is just one beauty, that of the truth that is revealed."
Auguste Rodin
I've forgotten what my truth is. Too long have I let what I thought other people thought about me mold me. No longer. I must shed that. For example, I'm not a shy person. When did I let that happen? I must change those bits & pieces that I don't like. I must work through the metamorphosis that one goes through in changing, stretching, and growing. It might be an ugly business but you know.... there are some mighty pretty butterflies out there.
I hate that I keep having to say that I need to "lay low" for a bit until I can get a grip on life because, I feel like I should already have one. All I really have a grip on is.... my fear of just completely losing my grip. Wha-huh? Ya. THAT makes sense! *rolls eyes* SO - for now, I'm going on a photo journey. Just pictures on this sweet ol'blog o'mine. No worries, okay? I just need to figure out what...er....what I need to figure out. Oooh - good start! Sheesh. ;-) In fact, why don't you read Van Gogh's letter to his brother that I have posted at the bottom of my blog. Like I said, no worries. Hopefully it'll be back to sunshine, lollipops & rainbows soon. Better than ever.
Now. Enjoy this lovely photo that I just took this afternoon. Isn't it lovely? I really love blue, items of threes, flowers, and stars. Quite serendipitous to have that all there!
Now. Enjoy this lovely photo that I just took this afternoon. Isn't it lovely? I really love blue, items of threes, flowers, and stars. Quite serendipitous to have that all there!
Hello friends! It is time for LOVE/HATE
Here we go…
Love sunny days. "Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happpyyyyy" as sung by John Denver. Love him!
Hate spiders that think sunny days is their ticket to a “free-for-all” in the garden.
Love my lush garden.
Hate spiders that think it’s totally cool to spin webs that span the whole length of tomato plants. That would be 6 tomato plants.
Love picking ripe tomatoes, ripened by the sun.
Hate scary spiders just glaring at me.
Love the smell of freshly picked tomatoes.
Hate the King Spider just resting on the tomato leaf just above my head. I know he’s just resting but to me, he’s LURKING there. Just waiting to pounce on my head and make me do the heebie-jeebie-shake-my-hair-wildly dance.
Love remembering to take out the broom to sweep the webs away BEFORE picking tomatoes so I can avoid doing the deadly spider vs. tomato picking dance.
Other than that... I really don't have issues with spiders.
HAhahahahAHAhaHAHAHHA!!!!
Here we go…
Love sunny days. "Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happpyyyyy" as sung by John Denver. Love him!
Hate spiders that think sunny days is their ticket to a “free-for-all” in the garden.
Love my lush garden.
Hate spiders that think it’s totally cool to spin webs that span the whole length of tomato plants. That would be 6 tomato plants.
Love picking ripe tomatoes, ripened by the sun.
Hate scary spiders just glaring at me.
Love the smell of freshly picked tomatoes.
Hate the King Spider just resting on the tomato leaf just above my head. I know he’s just resting but to me, he’s LURKING there. Just waiting to pounce on my head and make me do the heebie-jeebie-shake-my-hair-wildly dance.
Love remembering to take out the broom to sweep the webs away BEFORE picking tomatoes so I can avoid doing the deadly spider vs. tomato picking dance.
Other than that... I really don't have issues with spiders.
HAhahahahAHAhaHAHAHHA!!!!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tiffany tagged anyone who wanted to, to do this meme... Well, although I don't just consider myself (insert air quotes) anyone, I'll happily do it. ;-) Haha! Love you Tiff!
What is your favorite word?
I'm sure my friends would say "freaking" but I hate that I use it. Anyway - I love fantabulous, wonky, and.... I can't think of anything else at the moment. My kids have been up since SIX O'CLOCK!!!!
What is your least favorite word?
Any swear words... especially crap or sucks. I got my face slapped as a teenybopper by my mom when I used those words and she enlightened me as to what they meant. Ever since, uh... I REALLY don't care for those words. Oh, I also don't like the word "crusty." Makes me think of scabs.
What turns you off (creatively, spiritually or emotionally)?
Defeatist attitudes.
What turns you on (creatively, spiritually or emotionally)?
Music. Definitely music. For creative purposes though - it would have to be strong emotions. Whether it's happy, sad, angry or whatnot.
What sound or noise do you hate?
Yelling, snotty voices at children, electronic toys. Gah! That's a whole new world to me! How do you guys stand it?!?
What sound or noise do you love?
Giggles of my kids, crashing of the waves on the beach, tinkling of wind-chimes, rain
What’s your favorite curse word?
Um, I try not to swear because I too, had an authorative figure in my life that told me that when a lady swears, it's like poop coming out of her mouth and she's no longer a lady.
What professions other than your own would you like to attempt?
Attempt? Hm. I've always wanted to be a teacher. A dancer, An actress. A movie-maker & world photographer. I've somewhat settled for being a teacher in the home, a dancer & actress with her kids and an amateur movie-maker & photographer. It's all good.
What professions would you not like to do?
Factory worker. Fish-monger.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Oh but it does exist! I would hope that He would say something to the effect of, "I know you did the best you could, you're still my daughter and I love you more than anything."
What is your favorite word?
I'm sure my friends would say "freaking" but I hate that I use it. Anyway - I love fantabulous, wonky, and.... I can't think of anything else at the moment. My kids have been up since SIX O'CLOCK!!!!
What is your least favorite word?
Any swear words... especially crap or sucks. I got my face slapped as a teenybopper by my mom when I used those words and she enlightened me as to what they meant. Ever since, uh... I REALLY don't care for those words. Oh, I also don't like the word "crusty." Makes me think of scabs.
What turns you off (creatively, spiritually or emotionally)?
Defeatist attitudes.
What turns you on (creatively, spiritually or emotionally)?
Music. Definitely music. For creative purposes though - it would have to be strong emotions. Whether it's happy, sad, angry or whatnot.
What sound or noise do you hate?
Yelling, snotty voices at children, electronic toys. Gah! That's a whole new world to me! How do you guys stand it?!?
What sound or noise do you love?
Giggles of my kids, crashing of the waves on the beach, tinkling of wind-chimes, rain
What’s your favorite curse word?
Um, I try not to swear because I too, had an authorative figure in my life that told me that when a lady swears, it's like poop coming out of her mouth and she's no longer a lady.
What professions other than your own would you like to attempt?
Attempt? Hm. I've always wanted to be a teacher. A dancer, An actress. A movie-maker & world photographer. I've somewhat settled for being a teacher in the home, a dancer & actress with her kids and an amateur movie-maker & photographer. It's all good.
What professions would you not like to do?
Factory worker. Fish-monger.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Oh but it does exist! I would hope that He would say something to the effect of, "I know you did the best you could, you're still my daughter and I love you more than anything."
Saturday, September 06, 2008
This weekend...
I went to Marina Beach.
I almost drowned.
Okay, I didn't.
But, the waves came out of nowhere. Yes, I know they came from the ocean. Duh! They were originally just lapping gently until BOOM, CRASH, BOOM! Causing me & Sam to squeal and scurry away and cause an old man to laugh at our silliness.
This morning, I made oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies for Hero & Boo to take to Grandpa's for the BYU-Huskies Football game on tv. I'm such a nice wife. And mom.
Here's the finished result. You know, cookies just really aren't all that attractive unless they're frosted & decorated, are they? Anyway. These are delish.
Little Man said, "That's mine. That's mine. That's mine." as I was placing the cookies on the cooling rack.
Then, I went out into my garden and spied some lovely RED tomatoes! Hallelujah - the sun ripened the tomatoes!
I harvested them, along with one cucumber. It's not the finest specimen of a cuke we've had but it's still homegrown. Can't get any better than that!
I sliced them up... don't worry about cross-contamination by me using a "fish" cutting mat. We don't eat seafood so I use it for veggies.
Then marinated them in red wine vinegar & oil, sprinkled some kosher salt & cracked ground pepper. Feeling the love? Oh yeah baby!
My house is still a disaster as I took a long nap after lunch (no, I didn't eat any of this). But, when I have pictures to show that I've been a happy homemaker making lovely goodies for my family, I am satisfied and all is well in the world. Especially as my Hero is happy because I made these lovely things for him, Boo & Grandpa to share while celebrating BYU's victory today. I like it when BYU wins... I can get away with long naps.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Let me tell you something. I grew up as one of 37 kids. No lie. Well, it is a lie but now when I say 11 - you'll believe me. 11 is much more believable than 37. Anyway. I was #9 in the brood. And much loved and much favored. I know it's so because I have the most baby pictures out of anyone in the whole dang family. It's truth and I must speak it. SO - I was perusing the pile of old photos and came upon this one:
I can see where I get the messy, scratch that, DISORGANIZED room from. But that's not what I'm going to focus on today. No. I'm not going to focus on what I currently have in my bedroom, like 37 boxes of yarn waiting to be used on my "Sweater Machine" that I bought 37 years ago. (Actually, I bought it about 7 years ago and still haven't taken it out of the box.) Nor am I going to focus on the 37 boxes of miscellaneous crafts, papers, files that I have either. (I like saying 37 today. It's fulfilling.)
I am going to talk about my auspicious beginnings of becoming a baker. That's ultimately what I am. I love to bake. I like to cook but baking is my folly. Jolly. Folly Jolly. (I just tried saying that 7 times fast and now my jaw is almost disjointed. Ah, what we do for fun.) Apparently, I started out with licking beaters. I don't do that anymore. My kids have taken over that job for me. I felt it important to pass on that baton... er, that beater on to them so they can discover the joys of baking. As it was, my mom was awesome in teaching me how to bake. I remember baking a cake with 8 eggs in it. I remember making penuche and having to stand on a chair so I could reach the stove so I could stir the hot, boiling mixture. I just really loved having a mom that trusted me to make delicious goodies for the family. Nothing more gratifying than seeing my loved ones enjoying something that I made. Having the confidence and the good genes, I felt like a hero in the kitchen. I loved how my mom would tell me about her gaga (grandma, not to be confused with my term, "guh-guhs" which means the grodies.") who was a baker and ran a bakery out of her home. It would always give me a secret thrill that I was somehow channeling her gaga's baking hands until that one fateful day...
"C is for cookie. That's good enough for me! Hey!" My sis, Kays and I would say that to each other all the time. Ya, good times! YAY FOR COOKIES! Anyway. Speaking of Cookie Monster... I had a shirt with his recipe on it. No lie. See?
Aren't I just the cutest thing? Yes. It's truth. Back to my shirt. I know it's reversed here... don't know how that happened but anyway - it had Cookie Monster's cookie recipe on it. I just said that, didn't I? Sorry. I was 7 1/2 years old. I had a best friend. For security purposes, I'll shall keep her identity concealed. I shall call her... Theresa. Wait, that's her real name. Well, I won't put her last name because she wouldn't appreciate it. And uh, I can't remember what her new married name is anyway. Sorry Theresa! Back to the story. She & I spent every other weekend at each other's house. Sleep-overs were our thing. I loved going to her house because I knew we would have grilled cheese sandwiches & chicken noodle soup. And more likely than not, we'd have chocolate-chip, coconut pancakes. And... I don't know why she wanted to sleep at my house... nothing exciting there. Hm. I'll have to ask her. Anyway, she came over one weekend and we decided that we would try out Cookie's recipe. I mean, it looked real enough. After spending the morning exploring in the forest behind my house and throwing rocks in the blood-sucker pond, we came back to my house and began to bake. We carefully laid out my shirt on the kitchen table and proceeded to put all the ingredients together. Now, I must ask you to look at the picture. The one with the Cookie Monster recipe on it. I'm so cute! That's not why I'm asking you to look at it, but - hey, I'm soooo cute! Look at it and see the long curls? Yes. Those lovely locks? So sweet. :) Hmm. Yes. Theresa and I were standing by the counter and I was holding the mixer (see where this is going?) and she was putting in more flour and I (uh oh... here it comes!) lifted up the mixer just a bit so she could pour it in and BAMGRWRRRRRPPPP!!!! HELP!!!! The mixer tangled up in my lovely locks all the way up to my scalp! We both stood there in shock and I yanked the cord out. What did Theresa do? She looked at me and then took a deep breath and doubled over and LAUGHED! HYSTERICALLY! What did I do? I just stood there. Dumbfoundedly! Holding the mixer up to my head not knowing what to do! She had tears streaming down her face and I just stood there. After what seemed a lifetime, she calmed down enough (but not completely because she kept giggling) to help me detangle my hair from the beaters. I am grateful we did not have to cut my hair and that I have a great story... but man! My head was sore!
The moral of the story? The cookies turned out fine (yes, we washed the beaters.) I learned my lesson about always having my hair pulled back during baking. And? Not to let a silly thing like getting your hair caught in the beaters keep you from doing something you love. Even if your best friend is laughing at you hysterically.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Craigslist Freebie!
Bowflex - Do Battle With Fitness or Enemies (Lynnwood)
Date: 2008-08-28, 7:23PM PDT
In stock configuration this '90s era design provides 35 different workouts. Properly upgraded this machine should be capable of firing various projectiles with it's 220lbf draw weight. I'm unable to provide tactical, logistical or engineering support but have included an artist's rendering of Bowflex in battle mode.
Date: 2008-08-28, 7:23PM PDT
In stock configuration this '90s era design provides 35 different workouts. Properly upgraded this machine should be capable of firing various projectiles with it's 220lbf draw weight. I'm unable to provide tactical, logistical or engineering support but have included an artist's rendering of Bowflex in battle mode.
Update:Bowflex has been assigned to new duties laying siege to abs, pecs and neighoring villages. Thank you!
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
PLEASE!!! Let the sun keep shining! Yes, I know it's Seattle and we're beginning the month of September and all but we got gypped with the cold June this summer! One month STOLEN away from my precious tomatoes. Now, I have a gazillion, literally a GAZILLION tomatoes that are taking forever to ripen!!!
Monday, September 01, 2008
I'm cracking up! No - not like when Daffy Duck gets all crazy and bounces all over the place. I'm cracking up because I just read my "mike-ro-scope" for the month of September. To find out what your "mike-ro-scope" is... click on HERE. She doesn't know me. What I do know about her is that she's an Aussie and runs a shop just chock-full of cute things. She's funny, witty and is currently working on a walking program. I just know this because... I'm a lurker there. Or was. I just de-lurked myself on her blog. Anyhoo - moving on.
Pisces
Okay - I'm a Pisces. So this one is going to be extra good for us fish people... Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Everything will be easy from now on. Problems will melt away. Money will grown on trees. Pisces you will also discover that in a parallel universe, Chevy Chase (circa 1973) is your boyfriend (and does not have any illicit habits). He will regale you with jokes and intelligent conversation and do the dishes every night. Your car will register itself. People will smile a lot more in your life. You will find a secret op shop outside your lounge room door that has all the best things and is only ever visited by people with bad taste who like new things.
Then, I read Hero's and I snorted. With love, of course.
Taurus
Taurus - you're no bull. Really. You've had a bit of a bum rap with the whole bull branding and it's got to stop now. Show everyone your true colours. You're not about horns. You, my dear, are about breakdancing. You know it's true. You know you want to. And do you know what, you CAN. Take that pillow off the dining chair - yes.. undo the little tie on bits - and put it on the floor. Keep the good side up - i think there's some biscuit crumbs down there.... Kick the pouffe into the corner, roll back the flokati. Now bust a move and spin on your head. You can do it! Because you DON'T have horns holding you back. Break, Taurus, Break. Spin. Krump. Pop and Moon(walk). You're no bull. You're Rock Steady.
Pisces
Okay - I'm a Pisces. So this one is going to be extra good for us fish people... Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Everything will be easy from now on. Problems will melt away. Money will grown on trees. Pisces you will also discover that in a parallel universe, Chevy Chase (circa 1973) is your boyfriend (and does not have any illicit habits). He will regale you with jokes and intelligent conversation and do the dishes every night. Your car will register itself. People will smile a lot more in your life. You will find a secret op shop outside your lounge room door that has all the best things and is only ever visited by people with bad taste who like new things.
Then, I read Hero's and I snorted. With love, of course.
Taurus
Taurus - you're no bull. Really. You've had a bit of a bum rap with the whole bull branding and it's got to stop now. Show everyone your true colours. You're not about horns. You, my dear, are about breakdancing. You know it's true. You know you want to. And do you know what, you CAN. Take that pillow off the dining chair - yes.. undo the little tie on bits - and put it on the floor. Keep the good side up - i think there's some biscuit crumbs down there.... Kick the pouffe into the corner, roll back the flokati. Now bust a move and spin on your head. You can do it! Because you DON'T have horns holding you back. Break, Taurus, Break. Spin. Krump. Pop and Moon(walk). You're no bull. You're Rock Steady.
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