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SNAILS.

Well, not really snails.  Snail rolls.

Aya has a “how to” project due next week, an oral and written presentation for her second grade class.  When she came over yesterday afternoon, she told me that she wanted to make bread rolls with me, using dough made in the bread machine, and use that for her project, [...]

Have I mentioned…

Have I mentioned how wonderful Home-Ec 101 is?

My mom was a domestic goddess.  Well – she was a computer programming genius, too, but what I remember most about her was her work around the home.  She was an amazing cook, kept a spotless house, and grew and canned her own fruits and vegetables up until [...]

Relaxing day today.

I had intended to go hiking this morning with Aya, but she was indifferent to the idea. She didn’t want to go to the farmer’s market, either. And Lil was working on an art project.

What to do instead?

Aya and I baked bread (banana & whole wheat), played Wii [...]

Mmm… I love the smell of competnce.

see more Hacked IRL – Truth in Sarcasm

The rest of the I Protest! Failures In Group Communication series is even better.  Thank god(s) for the Cheezburger Network.

Yesterday’s Twitterthoughts

I recently realized that this Valentine’s Day is the first in 15 years that I’ll be alone. I’m kind of glum about that.
Resiliency is not giving up, even when faced with what seems like an insurmountable situation. It’s thriving under adversity.

Verwirrende!

I just received the weirdest email ever, from a very well-established Austrian stonemason company that specializes in grave monuments.

Two years of high school German was sufficient to translate it, but I used Google Translate to verify what I thought I was reading.  Because, at 5:50 A.M., it didn’t make a lot of sense.

This missive politely informed [...]

47 questions.

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Yes. One of my parents wanted to play God.  It was downhill from there.  I guess Eve is better than Faith or Hope, though.
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Last week, I think.  My ex was being difficult.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
Yes. It’s like a secret language. I’m [...]

There just aren’t enough hours; I only accomplished half of what I’d hoped for today, both at work and at home. I’ll try again tomorrow.