Quickie

Okay, I only have a few minutes to get my lazy butt ready for work, but I wanted to share a dream I had. My sister Rayleen and I were graduating something (I have no idea what) and for good grades and whatnot, people won prizes. Of course I knew I was in trouble there, but I still had dumb hope. Rayleen got her prize right away and it was a new car. I thought, "Wow, that car salesman is going to be pissed because she doesn't need to buy one now!"... My prize took a while to get to. We had to go down this stupid list and find out what number mine was. (Rayleen's prize was number 19... I can't remember mine.)

I won a gallon of milk. *sigh*

Culinarily Challenged

So as most of you know, I can't cook very well. But I've been getting better! I swear! And to prove it, I have pictures.

The first picture is... Well, it was a learning experience. To those of you who didn't know, a waffle iron isn't non-stick. It might look like it, but you actually have to use grease or butter or a spray.
This is what comes out if you don't:



I learned quickly. It took a long time to get all of that waffle out of the iron. But here is my first good waffle!:



And, after having a crockpot for over a year but have never used it, I have learned how to make a roast!!! Notice all the garlic... Mmm.... garlic...



Anyway, I'm really proud of my roast. I've made two more since then and actually fed some to somebody special... and he didn't die or get sick! Now I call that a success!

The sp*der and the bee.

It's noon up here in Oregon and there are still remnants of frost on the ground. I am sipping my hot cocoa (I already ate the marshmallows)... *sip, sip, ahhhh* Now let me tell you a story...

There once was a sp*der (I don't want the real word in my blog) who lived in my garage. Let's call it... "Hugo". Mainly because it was freakin' huge. Hugo would roam from corner or corner so that I would never know where to expect him. Oh, and I have a funny feeling it wasn't a him, but a her, and she was making more Hugos...
Anyway, one morning I would go out to the garage and Hugo would be near the garage door, making it difficult to open. The next day, she would be above the door that entered into the house, so I could fear the day when she would drop down on me and kill me.
Now let me introduce you to a bee. We'll call it "Bob". Bob appeared suddenly one day while I was driving in a parking lot. I tried to stop and let him out of the Jeep, but he hid. Of course that just meant that one fateful evening I would turn my headlights on, only to be stung by Bob. But after a week and a half or so, I forgot about Bob and went along my merry way.
A couple of days ago, I go into the garage and look nervously around for Hugo. I get into Roger to start him up and right there on my steering wheel is Bob. I about had a heart attack!!! You see, my first instinct was that it was Hugo! I thought she was there to kill me!!! I spasmed and jumped out of the Jeep. After I realized it was just Bob, I took a piece of paper and knocked him down one of the drain holes in Roger and made sure he was in the path of my tire (he was either dead or dormant).
On my way to open the garage door, ohhhh, there was Hugo. So I quickly opened the door and backed out (although I never found Bob's remains...). I then took the leaf rake (because it has the longest handle), and put good use to the adrenaline that was in place of my blood.
It took about 20 whacks because the leaf rake kept missing, but eventually Hugo was HISTORY!!!!
There is no moral to this story, but it sure makes me happy.

Finally... some pictures

I finally got my film developed and put on a CD so I could put it on my computer... I have a digital camera, but for some reason I can't upload the pics from it onto my computer. But since my 'puter is so slow and it takes forever to put them into Photobucket, here are a few to start with...

Here is the livingroom from the front door:



and from the kitchen:



This is the kitchen/diningroom:



From the livingroom there are stairs next to the door:



And an awesome 70's style light at the top... hehehehehe:



Here's the bathroom upstairs:



And the cat's, oh, I mean guest room... it has empty boxes for the cats to play in, plus a couple of boxes that I haven't unpacked yet:



Okay, I think that's enough for now!!! But more to come...