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- 11/01/07--23:59: _The end
- 11/02/07--17:51: _Number 2
- 11/03/07--11:08: _Three
- 11/04/07--22:46: _Four
- 11/06/07--11:23: _CRAP!
- 11/07/07--16:48: _Seven
- 11/09/07--06:14: _Nine
- 11/12/07--09:39: _Twelve
- 12/05/07--23:28: _13
- 02/29/08--11:33: _idkmybffkim
- 05/26/08--09:48: _Sleeping on my over...
- 06/01/08--18:15: _What the poo?
- 07/23/08--19:27: _The wet look
- 08/02/08--07:38: _Hot
- 08/03/08--14:39: _Poffee
- 08/04/08--15:56: _Sometimes, hot is good
- 08/05/08--20:46: _I'm tired of the ho...
- 08/06/08--21:22: _Hot Six
- 08/07/08--20:35: _Hot Seven
- 08/08/08--22:59: _Hot Eight
- 11/01/07--23:59: The end
- 11/02/07--17:51: Number 2
- 11/03/07--11:08: Three
- 11/04/07--22:46: Four
- 11/06/07--11:23: CRAP!
- 11/07/07--16:48: Seven
- 11/09/07--06:14: Nine
- 11/12/07--09:39: Twelve
- 12/05/07--23:28: 13
- 02/29/08--11:33: idkmybffkim
- 05/26/08--09:48: Sleeping on my over-sized pillow
- 06/01/08--18:15: What the poo?
- 07/23/08--19:27: The wet look
- 08/02/08--07:38: Hot
- 08/03/08--14:39: Poffee
- 08/04/08--15:56: Sometimes, hot is good
- 08/05/08--20:46: I'm tired of the hotness already
- 08/06/08--21:22: Hot Six
- 08/07/08--20:35: Hot Seven
- 08/08/08--22:59: Hot Eight
I wanted to conclude my last post with something sane that would let you all know that I don't dislike the people with the butts, just the warmth that comes from those butts.
However, that doesn't sound sane AT ALL.
I'm going to quit now.
I have a lot to write about, but not a lot of time. It's a good thing I have 28 more posts after this to get it all in. This being the second day of November, and my having said I'd post every day this month, brings me to this moment. I'm on my way out the door to have dinner with a friend, then it's off to the movie. I'm either going to see American Gangster or Bee Movie. I'm hoping for Bee Movie. I heard that Russel Crowe does a horrendous Brooklyn accent in the movie, and I don't know if I could sit through something that irritating. Here's a guy who gets paid millions of dollars to make a movie. Supposedly, he's an actor worthy of an Academy Award, and he can't get an accent? What else does he have to do? Okay, so he has to memorize some lines, can't he memorize and perfect the accent at the same time? And how does a take with a bad accent make the cut? Doesn't the director say "Russel! What's with your accent? You sound like an Australian trying to do a Brooklyn accent! Do it over!" Apparently not.
If, in fact, I do go see American Gangster (in my head, it sounds like "gangsta"), I'll let you all know how the accent is.
The movie was okay. Not stinky, but not as good as I expected. And I was wrong about the Brooklyn accent. He was from Jersey, and his Jersey accent was just okay. He's slip in and out from a cartoon-ish Jersey accent to a "generic American" accent. Not Kevin Costner accent horrible, but not great, either.
I wouldn't spend the money to see it in the theater. It's a good rental, though.
This blogging every day is stretching my brain. That's why the titles to all posts will be the day that I'm posting. Tomorrow's post will be five – in title and numerical order.
So I woke up in the middle of the night last night with a horrible allergy attack - multiple sneezes, a stuffed up nose that was runny (how does that happen?) - and three pets in my bed who thought that just because I was awake, it was feeding time. When it's 3 a.m., and you know you have to be up at 6 a.m. to make it to church way before everyone else gets there, well let's just say, the next thing to keep me awake was the sheer frustration of it all.
While I was up, I realized that it was the night to turn the clocks back an hour. That sure was a nice realization. I set my clock to the correct time, and because I knew I had just been given an hour of blessed sleep, was able to fall asleep and dream a strange, but entertaining dream. (I don't remember what it was, I just remember waking up and thinking "that sure was a strange and entertaining dream."). The same three pets who woke me earlier were at it again. I roll over to push Babs off the bed and get glimpse at the clock. I had over slept by almost and hour and a half! When I set the clock back, I must have un-set the alarm. Yay pets for waking me up! I only ended up being 20 minutes late, too.
I'll post about The Gate tomorrow. I will say this, though: We had a sit-in drummer and keyboard player today that were both fabulous! It was Vern Werona and his son, Jeff. They added something new and cool to the sound today.
I forgot to post yesterday!
CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!
Since I didn't realize there was an "official" blog-writing-every-day thing, and since I didn't sign up for anything of the sort, I guess I'm still in. I was just agreeing to join Kimmy and friends in the challenge so that I could get my mushy brain out of its slumber and do some writing - even if it is all nonsense.
How about a pet update? With photos?
Here is a picture of Babs giving me the "thumbs up":
And here's a picture of Luna at my nephew's flag football game. That's an Ohio State sweater she's wearing.
She is also performing her one and only trick - she claps!
Here's a picture of Babs telling Luna a secret:
That little coat Luna is wearing was made for her by Kevin's mom. It's reversible, and now that it has gotten cold, she doesn't go outside without it. I know that some of you might be wondering how I got to this point - dressing my dog up in clothes. Poor Luna is a tiny little thing, and she has fine hair, so when it's cold outside she doesn't have much to keep her warm. If I send her out without her coat, she stands outside and shivers and she looks so sad.
I currently don't have any new pictures of Marcel-Henri. He is not very photogenic. He closes his eyes in every shot. The big fella just doesn't like the flash.
He has recently discovered that he likes to go outside. He doesn't go anywhere when he's out there - he just rolls around in the driveway while the chipmunks that wreaked havoc on my landscaping this year do their thing.
All in all, the pets are doing well here at the Wild Kingdom. They get along famously with each other and have all now decided that they want to sleep in the bed with me. It doesn't leave much room for me to switch sleeping positions in the middle of the night, but with the thermostat set low to save on the heating bill, their warmth is a very welcome thing.
I did it again. I forgot to post anything yesterday. I am such a forgetful person. Sometimes my forgetfulness gets me to thinking that I'll probably develop Alzheimer's some day, and how terrible that would be. But then again, how terrible would it be to forget everything and everyone you ever knew, but not realize that you've forgotten? If you don't know that you've forgotten, then you probably don't realize that you've forgotten, so it wouldn't be so bad. It would be bad for the forgotten, though.
That makes absolutely no sense.
Yesterday, being that it was Thursday, was my long martial arts day. I get to the studio at around 5:15 to get ready for the Tae Kwon Do class that I teach. That class goes to 7:00. We gave the students a hard, hard work out tonight - lots of strength and conditioning drills, and then on to kicking and sparring drills.
I like teaching martial arts, but it can be very frustrating at times. There is the issue of collecting payment. It's due the first of the month every month, and yet there are those who consistently don't pay. It's always the same people. Why do you make me hound you every month? Every month, I know that I'm going to have to approach these people and ask for payment. I have no patience for that. You don't "forget" to pay your car payment, your house payment, your utilities. This is no different. Pay up!
Another thing that's frustrating me right now are my two students who are set to test for their black belts. They are sisters, and both have potential to be decent. I've seen moments of brilliance in both of them. Here it is, three weeks before their test, and they've been to once class in the last two weeks. I keep telling them that it's not an automatic pass. You have to earn this belt. They both need the practice. A couple of weeks ago, I put the younger sister (she's 14) in a sparring match with a student from the other school. Not only did she get whipped, she actually turned her back, covered her face with her hands and screamed as she ran out of the ring. What!? And you think you're black belt material? I told her that if she did that at her test, she would automatically fail. I don't expect her to whip everyone she faces, but I do expect her to try and to not give up. After that stellar performance, she misses the next three classes. Brilliant.
So after my TKD class ends at seven, I usually have time to practice on my own. I will work with my bo staff (that's my traditional martial arts weapon of choice), and work on a new form, or work on kicks, sparring, and whatever else I might want to do for an hour. Sometimes, I'll work with other students with their staffs if they need help with something.
At 8:00, have my Aikido class. I don't teach it, I take it. I love Aikido. While TKD is a hard style martial art, using kicking and punching as an aggressive attack, Aikido is a "soft" style that uses your attackers own energy against them. There are a lot of nasty joint locks and what I like to call "limb destruction" techniques. You learn that when you're being attacked, there is always an energy coming at you. Aikido teaches you to use that energy (not to stop it like the "hard" arts do) to your advantage. You can turn it around and an opponents energy becomes your attack and you can get someone to the ground very painfully in two seconds flat! It's very cool. I love Aikido.
By the time I get home at about 10:00, I'm very exhausted. Too exhausted to post. That's why I forgot yesterday :)
Okay. So I missed 10 and 11. Since missing that first one, I don't feel as much pressure to post every day. However, I'm not going to get back into the habit of not posting, either. I'm going to be honest here. My lack of previous posts strictly due to laziness. There. I said it. I'm lazy. It's just that when I have free time, the last thing I want to do is to be on my computer. It's not so bad now that I have this new job. I'm spending about 3/4 of my time designing/working on my computer.
I won't have much relief, however from computer stuff. I have another freelance logo design for Old North. I'm designing a logo for their Christmas program this year. I'm going to work on it today. Thanks to Rob for hooking me up! It's been a nice little side job :) Here's the last logo I designed for Old North. It was for a sermon series on giving.
This is the one they didn't go with:
I'll post the current logo project when I'm finished with it.
I've been having a bit of a creative block lately. The work I do for the Mideast Baptist Conference has be designing things constantly. And it's always brochures for their different conferences/retreats, etc. That and newsletters. Tons of newsletters. Anyway, I've been struggling with finding new ways to design brochures. Sometimes I think that all my work is looking the same. Here are a couple of projects I've done recently:
This one is a brochure for Camp Burton, which is a camp in Burton, Ohio where churches can have retreats, youth events, etc. I only had half a day to do this one, so it's not my best work, but I liked the way the front cover and the inside spread turned out. If I'd had more time, I would have worked on the schedule panel and the ebay panel some more.
This is my most recent project. In fact, it hasn't been approved yet, so I still have the lo-res. fpo (that means "for placement only") photos in place. If they approve it, I'll buy the hi-res. photos to use for print. This is a brochure for the MBC's Church Planting Offering campaign they do every year. They send people to conference churches to raise money for church plants. Church planting is an important mission for the MBC, so this campaign is a big deal. My church, The Gate, is a church plant of the MBC, and we wouldn't have been able to get started without the funds from this campaign.
This year's theme is God's Obsession. The idea is that lost people are God's obsession, and as children of God, our obsession, too.
Looks like another Adrienne-length post! I cheated a little, though and used lots of pictures. I've got to run now. My sister is picking me up and we're going to run some errands. A trip to Target and Giant Eagle to pick up some much needed essentials. I'm out of milk, so I wasn't able to have my cereal this morning. Plus, I'm hooked on the Pumpkin Spice Cappuccino at Get Go. I mix it half cap, half coffee, and it is delicious! Plus, you get an extra cent off a gallon of gas with each cup of coffee you buy. It all adds up!
I'm going to call this one 13, even though it's not really. I just don't have the energy to think of a clever name.
I'm not even really sure what I want to write about, I just know that I should be getting ready for bed, but I don't really want to yet.
I've acted stupid, and I think I might have hurt people, but I don't even know about that. I think maybe I just hurt myself and let others of the hook, or let others down or something. Sometimes I wonder how I've survived this long not being able to function normally. Oh, on the outside I have the appearance of normalcy, but it's all just a cover up so no one really knows the dumb things that go on in my head. Nothing bad, or crazy, just sad. I can sit here and know that what I'm thinking is sad, but to voice it just sounds so pathetic, that I just pretend it's not what I'm thinking.
So, I'm sorry. To anyone I've ever hurt, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.
Maybe 13 is a good title.
Wow! It's been a while.
I haven't had a whole lot to say, and I still don't, but I thought I'd post a few thoughts and prove that I still have all of my fingers unbroken.
It's snowing, and I'm loving it. This is the most snow I can remember having in quite a few years, and I have to say that I'm glad. I know I'm getting a few groans out there, but bear with me. I'll explain. I love the snow because I love to ski. I have not been able to go yet this year because starting a new church takes a lot of time. Mondays are my day off, so I plan on going this coming Monday. This coming Monday will be March, and lift ticket prices are greatly reduced in March. What luck! Not only will I be one of the only people out there, I'll be getting all that good, uncrowded snow for a fraction of the cost. With gas prices what they are, I probably won't be able to drive the two hours to New York every Monday, but I hope to go twice before the snow melts.
Speaking of starting a new church:
The Gate is going very well. It's fun and exciting to watch things unfold. New people are coming every week to find out what we're all about. It's my prayer that they find out that we're a group of people who love and worship a Savior that they would want to know more about. There have been those that have come who have accepted Christ, and the times that has happened, there has been much rejoicing; both in Heaven and at The Gate. As a launch team, we pray continuously for those that are "unconvinced" (as my pastor, Dave, would say).
We're expanding our various ministry teams as every week more and more people volunteer their time and their talents. The worship team has been very blessed to have some great musicians join us. That has allowed our original members to take various Sundays off to stave off the burnout that inevitably happens. I remember some wise words a friend of mine said to me once "You may not think so now, but you will get sick of this and will need a week off."
I'm going to a conference for worship leaders in Colorado Springs in April. I've never been to CO, but have always wanted to. I'm looking forward to it. My sister is traveling with me, so that will make it all the more enjoyable.
That's all I have to say. Later!
I've decided that I'm going to try to start blogging more. In my mind, I don't really have much to say, but what I do have floating around up there in my over-sized head, I will try to share with you all on a bi-weekly basis. Hey, it's a start, huh? I tried every day, and I didn't get too far with that.
I don't know how many of you know this about me, but I have a big head. No, not just "big" - HUGE! Every time I go to buy a helmet or hat of any kind, this point is driven home. When it first happened, I was a little ashamed of being so top-heavy. I was in Maine visiting my friends Ed and Sharon. Ed works at L.L. Bean and was able to get me some good deals on gear. I decided to take the opportunity to get a new bike helmet. After studying my head for a minute, Ed picks out a helmet in a size small and tells me this should do. Not even close! It just sat there perched on the top of my head. So next he pulls out a medium. Again, not even close. It did, however, touch the tops of my ears. So I tell him just to skip the Large and go for the XL. Guess what? A perfect fit. There are men out there who don't wear the XL!
I was at an Astros game with my dad, and bless his gracious heart, he wanted to buy my sister and me one of the authentic fitted hats just like the players wear. I love, love, love the Astros, and for me, this was very cool. After trying on many hats that were too small, I ended up with a hat that Charlie the overweight relief pitcher could wear.
And last, but not least: A couple of weeks ago, I went to Youngstown Cycle Sales with my friend, John, to get a motorcycle helmet so that I could safely ride on the back of his beautiful (and, may I add, comfortable) bike. The sales lady approaches us and asks what she can help us with. I explain that I need a helmet, and that I need the largest size she has. Of course she insists that I am mistaken, that I would most likely take a small. I say "Trust me, give me the largest size you have." So she compromises and pulls out a medium. Yep! Too small! I smile as I hand it back to her and say, "Give me the largest size you have." Of course, we walked out of the store with the Large.
Apparently, my head doesn't look as big as it is. So I guess I have that going for me. I like the think that this large skull of mine is used to house my very large brain :)
Am I the only one, or have the birds been pooping all over everyone's houses this spring? I've never seen anything like it. On the garage, on the deck, on ALL sides of the house, and the windows. One bird blew up so badly that it went clear through the screen on the front window and splattered all over the glass. That one was fun to clean. I can clean off all the poo one day, and the next day there will be numerous new poo locations.
The word "poo" makes me laugh.
I haven't posted anything in a long time. I know I keep saying that I have to post more, but who am I kidding? I'm lucky these days if I find time to wash my hair.
I really do wash it daily, that was just for the sake of the analogy. Although, I think there might have been a day last weekend where I didn't wash it. It wasn't looking so good by the end of the day.
Sometimes, when I'm getting showered/dressed/"ready", I think how much more I could get accomplished if I didn't do all that. It's such drudgery – all the showering, shampooing, shaving, lathering, washing. Not to mention everything that comes after - the hair, putting on makeup, trying to decide what to wear, etc. Honestly, it's only an hour, but still... Truthfully, it would take me less than an hour if I would just get busy and do what needs done. But, because I dread the process so much, I usually check my email, play with the pets, talk to my sister on the phone, etc. in the middle of all the "getting ready". It breaks up the senseless monotony and makes the whole process a little more bearable, even if it does drag it out somewhat.
I have to drag myself to the shower in the morning because all I really want to be doing early is drinking coffee and trying to take the next couple of hours to really wake up. I am not a morning person, and when you add the drudgery of "getting ready" to an already unpleasant part of the day, it just makes it that much more of a chore.
So, if you see me with my hair pulled back, you know it's because I didn't feel like doing the whole "hairstyle" thing. It means that when I got out of the shower, I either went back to bed for a spell and didn't have time to do anything with it, or I just didn't feel like it. I had my hair pulled back today :)
I know this is a stupid thing to whine about, but these are the scraps you get when I don't have much of substance to say. I'll try to do better next time.
See you in a few months!
I have foolishly agreed to take on this month's challenge to blog every day about "hot". Like the last time I tried to blog every day for a month, don't be surprised if I only get through the first week!
Those of you who know me well, know that my least favorite time of the year is summer. I hate hot weather. It makes me cranky. Lucky for me, I have central air in my house, though it's not working real well right now. Not that it doesn't cool down the house, but the thermostat isn't working, so it just doesn't shut off. I have to manually shut off the air when it's cool enough inside, and manually turn it on when it gets too hot. It works fine when I'm home, but when I'm gone, I just have to leave it off.
Another reason to not like summer: lawn mowing. I'm off to do it now. Blech!
Since I've agreed to post everyday in August with the subject being "hot", I've committed myself to trying to come up with different topics besides the hot weather and how much I dislike the summer.
I'm going to talk about my nephew, James, today. He is and incredible kid. Not only does he amaze me daily with his unique view on the world, he also makes me laugh. If you know James at all, you will know this about him: he likes to talk. He started talking at a very young age. I believe he was only 10 months old when he started saying his first words. In fact, I think he was talking before he was walking. Once he started talking, he's never looked back.
At 14 months old, my brother-in-law, Tim, was in the living room with his cup of coffee sitting on the side table. James in standing close by, and looks at him very seriously and says "Daddy, de poffee is hot and dangewous." His first sentence.
Let's see. What to write about today? Something hot, perhaps? My sister says I can write about her :)
I'm going to mention here that I think I'll be needing a heating pad tonight for my aching muscles. I've been cleaning up my landscaping for the last few days. I had some big ugly old-lady bushes in the front of my house that I had removed, but the guy left the stump. Plus, since the removal, I haven't done anything with that bed, so it was infested with weeds. I cleaned all that out, removed the stump, and tilled it up to get it ready for planting. Once I get some cash, I'll get some plants.
In the back, around the deck, I dug a new bed. This was quite an endeavor. I had to dig up all the grass, which is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Plus, once you've dug it up, what to do with it? It's darn heavy. I tried to fill up a trash bag with it, and when I went to pick up the bag, it must have weighed at least 100 pounds, and the dirt/grass mixture burst right through the bag. So I had to break it up into about 10 bags so it's not quite so heavy. They're all in my garage right now; the trash doesn't come until Sunday, so it will be another heating pad night when I have to lug all those bags out to the curb.
The back flower garden is looking nice, though. It's about three quarters of the way finished. When I have some free time, I'll do the rest. I'm out of plants, though, so it, too, will have to wait. I moved some plants that I had in a bed in the back up to the new bed. They weren't getting enough sun, and since they are full-sun plants, they weren't doing very well back there. My neighbor has a big tree that blocks all their sun. It's an ongoing process. I look forward to the day when I don't have to dig and plant and can just maintain.
I've done my duty for today. I'm off to heat up my aching back.
Blogging about hotness that is. I almost forgot today. It is now 11:46 p.m., and since I will most likely forget to change the time in the "post options" section, you all won't realize just how close I came to blowing this challenge in the first five days. That would have made me a mad hotter!
There. Duty done.
I'm getting tired of this daily posting already. How much can you write about hot? I thought maybe I'd do and Adrienne-style post, but I honestly don't know if I have that much to write about. I will say this, though: How many of you don't sing the little diddy in your heads when you say the words "Hot Pockets"? See? You just did, didn't you?
My new flower bed is looking pretty good. Since our weather people are terrible, however, we didn't get the rain they've been predicting for the last three days, so I had to water everything this morning. I would have done it last night, but we were supposed to get this massive thunderstorm. The weather people around here would do better just to look out the window and tell us what they see. My dad lives in Houston, and you can pretty much make your plans based on the weather forecast they give. They must have the same Doppler system, right? Is is that our people just don't know how to interpret what they see? I don't know, but you never can count on the extended forecast.
How sad. I'm reduced to talking about the weather.
In other news...
Today is Luna's birthday. She's five. Since I found her, I don't really know when her exact birthday is, so I made it the day I found her. One hot summer day a year ago today, Stephie and I had just left my house on our way to meet friends for lunch. Stephie points out the window and says "Awww. Look at that cute dog." We get to the stop sign at the next block and I say, "Should we go get it?" And she says, "Yeah. We really should." So we turned around, parked in my driveway, and called for the dog. In the few short minutes it took us to get back to my house, she had vanished. While Stephie left to get some dog food from the store, I went looking for her. She came running from behind a house down the street, and she would come up to me, but she wouldn't let me pet her. She did follow me back to my house, though, and as soon as I sat down on my back deck, she jumped in my lap. She was skinny, dirty and quite smelly, but so cute. I tried to give her away; I really didn't want a dog. I even called Angels for Animals and left a message with them. They never called me back. So now she's mine and I LOVE HER!
So, her birthday kind of blindsided me, so I wasn't prepared. I have a cake ordered for Friday. She likes GiantEagleWhiteCakewithwhippedcreamfrosting. Imagine that. James made her a Luna trading card for her birthday. It's pretty cute.
Kimmy, your tomato is ready. I'll bring it to church on Sunday.
I have a terrible headache right now, so I'm going to cut this hot post short. This is pretty long for me, though. There's not a lot of coherent stuff running through this hot little head of mine these days. Maybe it's another sign of old age.
Oh hay! I just remembered a valid excuse that I thought of when I don't want to do something like post every day. I'm just too old for that.
So far so good on the hot posting, huh? I think I'll get the hot discussion out of the way right off the bat. What's the deal with Hot Pants? And why, O why do people who should not be wearing them feel like they should? One just has to go to the Canfield Fair to understand what I'm talking about.
And Crocs. What's the deal with those shoes? If anyone reading this has some and likes them, well, I hope I don't offend you. But who on earth thought those big hunks of rubber ugliness looked good on anyones feet? I love it when people decorate their crocs. Little strawberries, happy faces, flowers, stars. You get the idea. I bet there is even a Jesus fish charm, or a cross. Nothing like wearing your faith on your shoes!
Luna is excited about her birthday party. She can't wait for that cake. I'm picking it up at noon tomorrow. Someone told me about a store in the mall that bakes gourmet doggie cookies. Can anyone confirm this? I haven't been to the Southern Park Mall in probably a year, and I can't recall seeing anything like that since I was there. Although, I would not have been looking for it.
Sam, my garden is producing! Besides Kimmy's tomato, I have many more grape and cherry ones, leafy green lettuce, green peppers, jalapeno peppers, beans, broccoli, herbs out the ying yang, and lots of flowers on my cucumber plants, but as of yet, no cucumbers. I'll get some soon, I'm sure. Since I planted so late, my veggies are coming a little later, too, but so far, so good. My corn plants are huge! It will be interesting to see if I get any.
Maybe tomorrow will be a hot jalapeno post with some pics. I'll have to learn how to put that little squiggly thing above the "n" so that blogger will quit underlining it in red to let me know that I've spelled it wrong. Let's try it now: jalapeño. There! I did it! That wasn't so bad. Truthfully, I pretty much thought I had the right idea, I was just too lazy to try it. But I hate those squiggly red lines so much that I had to. From here on out, I'll call them Pepper Hotties. No wavy line above the "n", but now the word "Hotties" is underlined! ARGGGHHH! (that is underlined, too).
If I keep this up, Adrienne will no longer be the queen of long posts. Watch out Adrienne – once I get started, I just can't stop!
Good news! I have a whole week off for vacation next week. I'm very excited about this. I'm going to stain my deck, finish my flower beds, then do nothing. Absolutely nothing. I can't wait. I'll sleep a lot, catch up on some housework, take my dog for walks, hang out with my sister, etc. You get the idea. I like the idea of sleep, so I'm going to finish this now. Enjoy my rambling, and stay tuned for pictures of the Pepper Hotties!
I didn't get a chance to photograph the Pepper Hotties today, so maybe I'll save that for tomorrow.
I did, however, make bread today. Multi-grain bread, to be exact. I ate a piece as soon as it was done and it was all kinds of hot bread softness. Yum!
That's that. Until Hot Nine - goodnight!