Two things I have learned today:
1. CutCo knives are very sharp.
2. Butterfly bandaids would be a good purchase.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Father's Day Redux
I meant to post this last Sunday on Father's Day, but what with calling the fatherly figures in my life, I completely forgot. When I wrote about my mom in response to a question in Bible study, "Who is someone that has the capacity to make you feel loved and what in particular does he or she do to cause you to feel so lovable?", I also wrote about my father:
I read an article the other day about a girl whose father never failed to ask her if she’d checked the oil in her car. Over time, the girl came to realize that this was her father’s way of saying “I love you.” I laughed, because that is a question my father never fails to ask me either, but I also realized too that that is his way of expressing love. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll say the words, but those words would mean nothing if he hadn’t backed them up with action. With over-long lectures about house-buying, stock-purchasing, car-buying, you-name-it. With too much concern over the state of my finances. With random email conversations when we both should be working. With long bike rides by the Poudre. With innumerable attempts to set me up. With ice cream purchases to get me my calcium. With surprise car washes. With surprise trips to ice-skating shows when I know he’d far rather be listening to his favorite sport team losing. With sappy emails any time he hears a song about a dad and his little girl. My dad loves me, of that I have no doubt. Not only because he tells me, which is nice, but because he’s constantly showing that love in everything he does.
I read an article the other day about a girl whose father never failed to ask her if she’d checked the oil in her car. Over time, the girl came to realize that this was her father’s way of saying “I love you.” I laughed, because that is a question my father never fails to ask me either, but I also realized too that that is his way of expressing love. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll say the words, but those words would mean nothing if he hadn’t backed them up with action. With over-long lectures about house-buying, stock-purchasing, car-buying, you-name-it. With too much concern over the state of my finances. With random email conversations when we both should be working. With long bike rides by the Poudre. With innumerable attempts to set me up. With ice cream purchases to get me my calcium. With surprise car washes. With surprise trips to ice-skating shows when I know he’d far rather be listening to his favorite sport team losing. With sappy emails any time he hears a song about a dad and his little girl. My dad loves me, of that I have no doubt. Not only because he tells me, which is nice, but because he’s constantly showing that love in everything he does.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
6/13/2008
No unlucky Friday the 13th for me! My friend Melanie came in town on her way to Baton Rouge for a wedding on Saturday. She had dinner and spent the night with me, which meant I got to cook a nice dinner. Yay! We had Stuffed Chicken Breasts, Garlic and Olive Oil Vermicelli, and Dressy Greens Beans for the main course. Yum!
(Yes, I know I need to get better napkins . . . I can't be completely perfect! ;-P)
The pièce de résistance, however, was dessert. Homemade pound cake topped with vanilla ice cream (not homemade, sadly, but the first time I've been able to find artificial flavoring-free vanilla since I've moved down here) and freshly made Peppery Blueberry Dressing. Yummy!
(Sorry for the poor resolution. By time I uploaded the picture and realized this, the dessert was long gone!)
The night ended with me besting Mel at Quiddler. Ah, the sweet taste of victory . . . or maybe I'm remembering the blueberries . . .
(Yes, I know I need to get better napkins . . . I can't be completely perfect! ;-P)The pièce de résistance, however, was dessert. Homemade pound cake topped with vanilla ice cream (not homemade, sadly, but the first time I've been able to find artificial flavoring-free vanilla since I've moved down here) and freshly made Peppery Blueberry Dressing. Yummy!
(Sorry for the poor resolution. By time I uploaded the picture and realized this, the dessert was long gone!)The night ended with me besting Mel at Quiddler. Ah, the sweet taste of victory . . . or maybe I'm remembering the blueberries . . .
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
6/8/2008
Anyone have good recipes for blueberries? 'Cause I have 16 pounds (all lovingly hand-picked by . . . me!) chilling in my freezer, just waiting for me to use them. Well, more like 15, as I've kept some in the freezer for immediate consumption. I'm thinking in my oatmeal, and in blueberry muffins, and in blueberry pancakes . . . yum! I can't wait for it to be morning!
Monday, June 2, 2008
6/2/2008
Yesterday marked the start of the hurricane season. Tomorrow, the CSU Tropical Meteorology Project team will release their updated hurricane forecast. Today, however, who needs a hurricane when a burning electrical pole can cause a plant-wide outage 5.5 hours before you were supposed to leave for San Francisco? Yeah, riddle me that one!
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