213/365 Leftover
I had a lot of fun messing with this one. The cookie is long gone, but the photos remain.
212/365 Jar
Have you ever bought food simply to get the container it’s in?
Anyone know what to do with this stuff?
Just curious.
Did you watch last night?
Mr. Al and I actually made an effort to watch part of the Olympics yesterday. It’s not really our thing, generally, but the skating stuff is fun and we got into the skiing, especially when a Montana boy made good.
Did you bother to watch?
Warning, this is just a TV promo video thing. I couldn’t find anything from last night yet.
Rocks
Here’s a quick and easy “recipe” for you. Or maybe a tutorial.
You know that sugar cookie recipe from last Sunday? When you cut out the shapes you end up with dough between. The more you work that dough, clumping together and re-rolling, the tougher the cookies get. Rather than getting tough cookies or wasting the dough, loosely scrunch it together into rough balls and bake. Instant rocks.
Broken Scale
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Jill: Wahhhh! 280 pounds?! How did I gain so much weight?
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Suzie’s House 151: As the Crow Flies
“Caw! Caw, caw!”
Hot, sticky, and entirely too satiated, Suzie cracked one eye open right as the sun spiked a beam through the window into the bedroom of the B&B where she and Drew were staying. A blue sheen off of a barrel shape in Drew’s hands caught her attention even faster than the angular shape of his oh-so-sexy and oh-so-naked rear.
“What?” She lifted he head.
“Shhhhhh!” Drew spoke without making a move. He hunched into the window, one knee digging into the bed, the other leg braced against the floor. He looked like a Mission Impossible action doll.
The screen leaned against the wall next to him. Outside, the crow that had awoken her, no doubt the same crow that had kept her awake all night, called again. “Caw! Caw, caw!”
“Tell me you aren’t really planning on shooting that bird.”
Lover’s Lane
Walking between two cars, Drew ignored the noisy love of a shallow woman. She screamed, she moaned, she panted in uneven rhythms matching the rocking of the car. Cheap diva. A furtive movement came from the other car, then a hand pressed against the glass followed by a suppressed moan. His every nerve lit up.
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13 Ways to Tell He Loves You
1. He thinks your extra weight looks good on you.
2. When you totally lose your cool and spend half an hour ranting about the idiot neighbors who don’t know how to take care of their dog, all he does is smile and nod before pointing out they don’t know how to park either.
3. He does the dishes without your having to say a thing.
4. Though he grumbles, he will walk miles to fetch something for you just so you won’t have to go past those mean looking bums on the corner.
5. Even if that something has to do with feminine hygiene.
6. When you wake up on a Saturday morning and start to roll out of bed, he pulls you back in. “Just for a minute.”
7. He thinks the kids are good looking because they take after you.
8. He remembers your anniversary.
9. And/or Valentine’s day.
10. He writes poetry about you.
11. He says you inspire him.
12. He gives up the remote for you, even on Super-bowl weekend.
13. He tells you he loves you, even if it’s only once a year.
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Ah Maria, the Whole World is Against Her!
Queen Maria Theressa of Austria took over an empire already teetering on the brink of ruin. Her crown had hardly warmed to her head before Frederick of Spain decided to take a chomp out of her kingdom. This sweet young girl with no formal training had to face a bevy of enemies, including the ambassador from England.
One remarkable fact began to impress it itself on everyone at the time of Sir Thomas Robinson’s meeting with Her Majesty; they weren’t dealing with a “mere” girl. Considering her age and inexperience and the forces against her, Maria Theresa was getting her sea legs, ruler-wise, under her rather quickly.
While it would be easy to chalk up some of her actions to simple stubbornness, there was much, much more at work. Her willingness to fight Frederick head on and not back down was considered by many, not least her closest advisors, to be pure pigheadedness combined with an incomprehension of how the real world works.
Her plan to negotiate with Frederick convinced many that she had finally come to her senses and decided to play the game the way it was meant to be played. Nothing of the sort. It was only after the Battle of Mollwitz, where Austria had smashed the Prussian cavalry only to be pushed back in turn by Frederick’s superbly drilled infantry, that she realized that she had no choice.
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