Tumpy Dumpy World
Summer's here! Now I have to find a job. I really need to practice better judgment when accepting employment, because my last few finds have been real downers.
I got a sweet birthday present from Zach.
I have been using our hand-mixer for years, so the stand mixer is really just an upgrade for the things I was already doing. It's definitely made bread-making a lot easier. The downside is that I have now become an insufferable pizza expert. Homemade crust, homemade sauce, only fresh mozzarella, uncured pepperoni, fresh peppers, and fresh grated parmigiano-reggiano.... num. I love pizza, but nothing comes close to being as good as homemade! And you can NEVER know what I mean until you successfully make your own and see how good it tastes and how good you feel.
Since we've started buying only natural and organic foods, we've pretty much stopped eating at restaurants and have taken a real sense of pride in preparing our own food. I guess we've both always loved cooking, but now it's a bigger deal than it was, since it's pretty much a necessity.
Annie introduced me to Stumble and it's officially been keeping me up even later than before - which is saying an awful lot. I suggest you check it out if you have three million years to devote to the internet.
Hmm... what else. Carleen and I hiked around Lake Ray Roberts last weekend. We kept getting attacked by little black bugs (aliens, possibly?) and ended up with bright red jello thighs. Thanks to sunblock, my face stayed white as a frightened ghost, but I did get a little pink tan on my arms. A few more outings like that and I should have a solid glow the color of cartoon vomit.
We also floated around in a PEDAL boat, which I have been calling PADDLE boats for a while. I know I only recently started calling them that because I never referred to them before I started talking to Carleen about them around a year ago. Either way, it was fun, but we sort of made friends with a creepy old guy who was fishing and kept staring at us through his sunglasses. We thought maybe he was in love with us, but at one point he cast his line dangerously close to our boat and we figured maybe he was just mad that two snowmen were pedaling around in his water. Two snowmen who were eating honey roasted peanuts and giggling like newborns.
When we were tying the boat up after we were done, this couple was bringing their canoes out of the water. They had some pretty nice fishing gear with them, and Carleen suspected that they were on a date. The woman had the man get back into the water with his gear so she could take a few pictures. She said "Let me get one of you holding your rod" and Carleen and I looked at each other with mouths open and eyes bulging out of our heads. I managed to keep from laughing, but Carleen admitted later that she couldn't help herself. Amateur. I am surrounded by amateurs!
All in all - a fun time. I have been having recurring dreams about publishing a children's book and then being on the writing team when they immediately turn it into a movie. I move to LA and eat Pinkberry every day and meet Britney Spears and she teaches me to dance like I just don't care (literally.) That last part isn't part of the dream, but it's just as likely.
Anyway - I'm done here, I guess. Show of hands - who still reads this? It seems like it would be less awkward writing when you think no one's reading - but for me I think it's easier to write when I know that people are going to read what I say. Otherwise I'm just saying stupid stuff that no one will ever see. Which hurts my heart.
I got a sweet birthday present from Zach.
I have been using our hand-mixer for years, so the stand mixer is really just an upgrade for the things I was already doing. It's definitely made bread-making a lot easier. The downside is that I have now become an insufferable pizza expert. Homemade crust, homemade sauce, only fresh mozzarella, uncured pepperoni, fresh peppers, and fresh grated parmigiano-reggiano.... num. I love pizza, but nothing comes close to being as good as homemade! And you can NEVER know what I mean until you successfully make your own and see how good it tastes and how good you feel.
Since we've started buying only natural and organic foods, we've pretty much stopped eating at restaurants and have taken a real sense of pride in preparing our own food. I guess we've both always loved cooking, but now it's a bigger deal than it was, since it's pretty much a necessity.
Annie introduced me to Stumble and it's officially been keeping me up even later than before - which is saying an awful lot. I suggest you check it out if you have three million years to devote to the internet.
Hmm... what else. Carleen and I hiked around Lake Ray Roberts last weekend. We kept getting attacked by little black bugs (aliens, possibly?) and ended up with bright red jello thighs. Thanks to sunblock, my face stayed white as a frightened ghost, but I did get a little pink tan on my arms. A few more outings like that and I should have a solid glow the color of cartoon vomit.
We also floated around in a PEDAL boat, which I have been calling PADDLE boats for a while. I know I only recently started calling them that because I never referred to them before I started talking to Carleen about them around a year ago. Either way, it was fun, but we sort of made friends with a creepy old guy who was fishing and kept staring at us through his sunglasses. We thought maybe he was in love with us, but at one point he cast his line dangerously close to our boat and we figured maybe he was just mad that two snowmen were pedaling around in his water. Two snowmen who were eating honey roasted peanuts and giggling like newborns.
When we were tying the boat up after we were done, this couple was bringing their canoes out of the water. They had some pretty nice fishing gear with them, and Carleen suspected that they were on a date. The woman had the man get back into the water with his gear so she could take a few pictures. She said "Let me get one of you holding your rod" and Carleen and I looked at each other with mouths open and eyes bulging out of our heads. I managed to keep from laughing, but Carleen admitted later that she couldn't help herself. Amateur. I am surrounded by amateurs!
All in all - a fun time. I have been having recurring dreams about publishing a children's book and then being on the writing team when they immediately turn it into a movie. I move to LA and eat Pinkberry every day and meet Britney Spears and she teaches me to dance like I just don't care (literally.) That last part isn't part of the dream, but it's just as likely.
Anyway - I'm done here, I guess. Show of hands - who still reads this? It seems like it would be less awkward writing when you think no one's reading - but for me I think it's easier to write when I know that people are going to read what I say. Otherwise I'm just saying stupid stuff that no one will ever see. Which hurts my heart.