I wanted to tell you where things stand currently.

My presentation was more or less done on Sunday night, just in time for me to take a break to listen to Chris Rock's opening monologue of the Oscar's. I actually liked the opening film remembrance part better. But that is beside the point.

I knew I wouldn't have time to work on it today. Today, I really only had 10 minutes here or 20 minutes there to print out any of the information that I want to review in order to ease the spilling-of-the-factoids-out-of-my-brain. You know, for airplane reading... and waiting area reading (Do I know how to have a good time, or what? I say there is nothing like a handful of file folders of really dense material to make the flight just whiz on by, eh?)

I have tomorrow off work Thank goodness because we are getting a lot of snow, as I write this at oh, (checking clock) 9:39 p.m.

If I had to pack tonight, dig my car out in the morning, go into Boston for half a day and then get to Providence before flying out, I think I'd have a stroke.

Anyway, I'm babbling. Sorry.

So, I'll spend tomorrow practicing my talk a couple of times (I might tweak it if I need prompting here or there), shoveling snow, packing, and reviewing info.

Oh, and petting the Girlie lots, cause she is going to miss me ya know. (no worries, we have someone coming in to check on her, but it isn't the same for her, of course)

And then ... and then, I'm trying to take it all one step at a time and not envision Wednesday, cause it makes my stomach a ball of nerves.

I hope to kidnap HB's computer on Wed night long enough to tell you how my presentation went in a post.

But you know, I feel pretty good about it, all in all.

Thanks again to everyone for all of the well wishes. :-)

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How can I be stressed while working on my presentation when I've got such a good little helper?

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When I sat here to pick a category, I almost created a new one that says "I'm going CRAAAAAAAAAAAZY". 'Cause that's about how I feel right now.

Well, that and really, really tired.

Part of my way of dealing with stress is to sleep. This would NOT be one of the best combinations, stress caused by lots of work and an overwhelming desire to sleep, nope.

"Why so stressed, Danie?"

Well, since you asked so nicely, and called me by my nickname and all...

I fly out Tuesday for Minnesnowta, or Closet Metro-land, as some of you probably think of Minneapolis, not to see Closet Metro, but to interview for a couple of potential jobs.

"Well, that doesn't sound so bad. And don't you get to see HB while you are there? and won't that make it nice?"

Well, yes, it will be nice to see HB and to visit the land of ginormous snowfall for the first time. That and I hear we have plans to go to a German restaurant with good sausage and a guy who plays the accordian (I'm hoping people polka, cause man, I'll need to cut loose by the time Friday rolls around, and the chicken dance, well, it is good for an appetizer, but not for an entree).

We are also going to celebrate HB's b-day and scope out potential homes in some sort of home show deal.... but FIRST I have to give an oral presentation about my work to everyone and look smart while doing it. Oh, and I can't just look smart, I have to actually BE smart, and think on my feet, and have ooodles of little factoids just flow out of my neurons and down to my mouth and float around in the air like... well, like something wonderful.... bubbles? no, bubbles burst. damnit, something must float around in the air all pretty to gaze at and be inspired by... Well, you'll think of something to make this analogy work, I'm sure.

Right now, my brain is tired and my creative-generator is broken.

And I'm in panic mode.

So, if you see me at your blog, it is because I'm currently eating. And if you don't, well, it is because I stopped blogging while eating and am working and working and working while eating.

And I don't think I'm going to post much here either. But I'll put up a flower picture on Friday. And by then, well, it will all be over, for better or for worse.

Did I mention that if neither of these 2 positions work out that I'm not really sure what I'm going to do?
Well, I didn't want to freak out my family who also reads this blog, or HB, but well, I said I'd try to be honest, right?

okay. Maybe that is a little tooooo much honesty.

Well, perhaps this would be a good moment to say a little prayer (or if you aren't into prayer, just send me some good vibes) that God has a plan. And that plan means my GETTING A GOOD JOB.

please?

amen.

(there, I feel better already, and please, please don't tell me that those last few lines were blasphemy, I am trying to be humorous and God likes humor, I think. hope. How could he not like humor? We have baboons with red butts and hippos with big hips and ant-eaters with crazy noses and well, have you seen Michael Jackson lately? oh wait, some of that is man-made - oops. low blow. sorry MJ... Well, you get my drift right?)

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I took this photo in Texas (along with the purple iris that I showed you last week) with my usual camera, the Sony Cyber-shot.

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My seeeeeeeeeestor, a.k.a. Texas Sister, has her birthday today.

One of the moments we shared together this past year, that really stands out for me, was on a very special vacation to St. Croix. I'll tell you all about it one of these times, probably in March when winter really starts to get to me, and I'll roll out more pics of our trip last year. But for now, lets focus on the sisterly-bonding moments.

One of the advantages of the hotel where we stayed was that you could use the hotel's snorkeling gear to go out and explore the reef anytime you felt like it. In the pic below, you might be able to see some colored ring/floats beyond the rocks (I put white arrowheads pointing to them). They mark the reef.

Well, I learned to snorkel in gym class in middle-school, and I've always been relatively comfortable in water, but it is a whooooooooooole different matter to snorkel in the ocean.

But my seestor helped me get started and led me out there. She also knew my eyes were not going to be so great without my glasses, so she'd spot the cool fish, take my hand to get my attention, and point them out to me.

And it was amazing. I have always loved going to aquariums and seeing all the aquatic life, but snorkeling brought it right up within arms reach. I couldn't believe I was right there, swimming with them.

I got to see my first sea turtle with her. It was the most incredible creature. It swam with such quiet grace.

And on another trip out, she showed me the sea fans. They would sway with the waves, back and forth, back and forth, like being rocked to sleep. It was so peaceful.

She also helped me find the school of blue tang that would munch on the reef. I'd been hearing them munch and nibble, but they can be kind of elusive to find the first time.

What I remember most about our first trip out, is that I was so excited, I was ignoring that I was getting tired. And then when I finally realized that I was so tired, I panicked and got a little scared about getting back. But being the good big-sister, she recognized my anxiety and calmed me down. She tucked my hand under her arm and reassured me that we could get back okay.

She ended up doing a lot of the kicking to get us back (almost all of it, really). It was in that moment, that the feeling of having a big sister who looks out for me, came back to me. It felt just like when we were little kids, and she looked out for me. Whether it was riding bikes, swimming, or moving to a new neighborhood and meeting the neighborhood kids, she was there, keeping an eye out for me.

But then there was that time when I was very little and she convinced me to sit in a plastic bucket as if it were a car. Lord knows why I did it; she must have made it sound like fun. And for some unknown reason, I had on a winter coat inside the house while riding around in the bucket, and it didn't take long until I got stuck and hot and turned red...
... but well, big sisters can't be angels all of the time, right?

grin

Happy Birthday, Seestor!

Note: above water pics taken with the usual Sony Cyber-shot, underwater pics were taken by Texas Sister with a disposable underwater camera.

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You'd think I was keeping the house 20 degrees below a comfortable level the way I keep losing my laptop the minute I set it on the floor. And doesn't she look like she is trying to figure out if there is a way to lie on both of them?

Geesh.

And before you think it is too weird that I have 2 laptops side-by-side, let me explain that I get these as hand-me-downs from HB. He upgrades, I get his old on. And at this point, I haven't moved all of my pics to my 'newest' hand-me-down, so I occasionally work with both of them.

Of course, doesn't everyone like new toys? She definitely does.

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Or is it?

There is a sense of urgency for HB and I this weekend. Without expressing it in so many words, I think we are both feeling like we have to soak it all in really fast to hold us over for the upcoming dry spell.

hmmm... a water and drought analogy?

But it seems oddly fitting.

Last night, he suggested we go out for breakfast this morning since it was a special weekend. I almost asked him what he meant by special. But I knew what he meant. I didn't have to ask, I just smiled, and hugged him and kissed him.

So, while it is almost just another weekend. It isn't really.

And what did I eat at this special breakfast, you might be wondering?

grin

My Favorite, of course!

3 blueberry pancakes and 2 chocolate chip, with a side of sausage, and tea.

I almost took the camera with us, didn't, and then wished I had, 'cause the pancakes were beautiful when they arrived...

... and they tasted even better.

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I have a bunch of flower pictures that I really like, and some that I'd forgotten that I'd taken. This has always been one of my favorites. I took it with my usual camera (Sony Cyber-shot) at a botanical gardens in Austin, Texas. The cool thing is that while I was looking for it on my older computer, I found a picture that I'd completely forgotten about. I can't wait to show you that one! (all in good time, patience is a virtue)

As I was walking to the train station the other day, and thinking about Flowers on Friday, I happened to think that the liturgical color for Lent is purple... I'm not sure if I have enough purple flower pictures to cover all of the Fridays of Lent, but we'll see. Or rather, you'll see, right?

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New topic

On my train ride home, I had a real breakthrough. I was so excited, I wanted to call HB, but I knew he was having this business dinner with some muckity-mucks. So, I instantly thought how I could tell you instead. But it is regarding work, so I'll have to be a bit vague.

Here goes.

Right now, I have a big task ahead of me at work. At times, lately, it has felt like there is this huge, scary mountain in front of me, that is so large... that I start wondering if I'm ever going to be able to climb it.

If you've seen the Return of the King in the Lord of the Rings trilogy, there is this scene where Frodo and Sam are utterly exhausted,
and worn out
and tired,
and they look across the nasty ugly, rocky land (it might've been Minas Morgul?) and it looks like they will never get to Mount Doom. When I see that scene, Mount Doom looks so far away, and the obstacles ahead of them are so great, and I think to myself that they will never reach it in time.

And I've felt that way at times lately. Big mountain. Not enough time. And even in the midst of my joy this evening, I started thinking about how I'd tell this story, and I envisioned the mountain, and I got all teary over it. I get all teary thinking about it, right now.

So, here I am, facing this mountain and feeling
tired
and burnt out,
and my Sam will not be with me the whole time for my journey...
... and something good fell in my lap today.

Was it my guardian angel looking out for me? or Providence? (as they'd say in Anne of Green Gables)

The thing that fell into my lap showed me that some things ARE possible! Something that we've tried, and couldn't get to work has now been done by someone else. And they give a decent description of how to get it to work. And if I can get it to work, I can get three times the information that I was going to be able to get if I couldn't get it to work.

This Good Thing makes the mountain looks a little less big. and maybe not so insurmountable.

And the other exciting part is that I have something that I need to be able to explain, and this thing that fell into my lap today also helps me explain some of what I am dealing with.

Which is very, very happy.

(I'm sorry this is so vague)

So, maybe I'm actually moving up that mountain a little better than I realized.

And I think that each of you, are my Sam, at different times.

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Due to a certain photo that Amanda B. took of herself, the idea of self-portrait day was born in her comments. Big kudos to Mihow for setting it all up on a special site (which actually won't be up until next week, but that's okay, right?). In the meantime, she is hosting 20 pictures on her site. (click on her name if you want to see them)

The questions, with my answers are as follows:

1. What is your first name?

Danielle

2. Where do you live?

In a lovely home with my hubby and cat, halfway between Boston, MA and Providence, RI.

3. Where were you when you first discovered the Internet and how old were you at the time?

In a computer lab at my high school; I was 17.

4. What is your favorite sandwich?

I have so many that I love, but I guess my favorite is a spicy sausage with yellow mustard (Hot Links by Johnsonville).

5. On a Sunday evening you can be found ___________.

sitting on my corner of the couch (see photo) watching 60 Minutes and American Dreams looking at blogs during the muted commercials.

This photo was taken with a Sony Cyber-shot.

I am holding a cup of All Day Breakfast Tea.

Now, do you feel edge-a-ma-kate-ed about me?

Yup, I thought so.

grin

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Here ya go, Ladybug.

The pile on the left is for you (the right one is for me). I made it a bit bigger, 'cause I think you deserve it.

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It all began the first day of our senior year of high school when I showed up at school with my new hair-do. I'd spent a large portion of the previous year growing out my bangs and hair, not so that I could attract guys, although that was a surprising benefit, but so that I would no longer have my 80's Richard Marxish hair (as one friend so aptly named it years later). So, I arrived at school with this new look and caught HB's eye. He came over, we talked, and I was surprised how attracted I was to him. What made the attraction so surprising was that he'd been around the entire previous year, and I'd never felt an inkling. However, at the time, he'd been dating one of my good friends, which made him soooo far off limits that I'd probably turned off my attraction radar with regards to him that year. Although there was that one time when I noticed his nice legs in his track tights...

Anyway, now that they were broken up and he was no longer off limits, I thought "hmmm... there could be something here." But when I sought him out later and we finally got a chance to talk in more depth, I realized that he was pining for a different girl in our grade.

sigh

Regardless, we began sitting next to each other in British Literature, in the back of the class no less (and for those of you who know my preference for sitting near the front of the class, or seminar, or church service, you name it, you'll realize what a sacrifice this was for me). We'd talk before class and share jokes and thoughts during class.

Our friendship was really cemented about a month or so after the school year began when I was at an after school activity tie-dying shirts and HB came and hung out with me. We started talking, and we just kept on talking long after the sun went down and everyone had left.

We became each others support when one was sick, or stressed, or having relationship woes. We were also together for a couple of assignments in British Lit. One of them was to memorize and recite a scene from Macbeth, which required several after school rehearsals together.

Another key moment was when we'd eaten out together and went for a walk afterward. We played in the puddles, splashing and splashing and laughing and giggling together. We had a conversation about the possibility of dating. But in the end, we decided that our friendship was too important to risk or ruin it by dating.

Around this time, I had a long conversation with my friend (his ex-girlfriend from the previous year) to get the good, bad, and the ugly. I took all of it with a grain of salt, but I began to look for some of the things that had been problems for the two of them. She gave me her blessing, so to speak, to date him if I wanted. But at that point, I definitely wasn't ready.

During this time, we kept growing closer. We had numerous late night conversations about anything and everything, including but not limited to family, the past, beliefs, and religion. We gave each other cards about friendship and continued going for walks together.

The day before Thanksgiving break, he asked me to the Christmas dance, just as friends, of course.

Thanksgiving break and the time apart made us both realize how much we'd missed the other. And once we were back at school together, we talked about our surprise at missing the other so much. I remember it feeling so awkward, knowing that my feelings for him were deepening, but not knowing how he felt about me. Not wanting to put myself out on a limb by bringing up the topic of dating again, but being afraid that if I didn't reach out and take this chance, it might never come again.

A couple of days later, HB emailed me a letter that brought up the topic of dating. I was so relieved. And thrilled! and Excited!
I, of course, told him I'd had similar thoughts and we went out on our first date that Friday. We walked, threw leaves at each other, and played on the jungle gym equipment. I can still remember the moment when we almost kissed. I'd been sitting, and it was getting close to curfew. So, HB walked over to pull me up. His mouth was about an inch from mine as he said something that I can't even remember but was probably along the lines of "We have to be getting back." And I probably said "yes". What I DO remember is my heart racing and feeling his breath as he spoke and getting all tingly inside. I love that feeling.

It wasn't until the following weekend, the night before the Christmas dance that we finally kissed. Talk about tingles. mmmm... The Christmas Dance felt like our first big date. I loved dancing with him. And still do.

Our relationship continued to grow, we realized we loved each other. I scared him by admitting that he might be "the one", but he was feeling the same way, so it wasn't all that scary.

We went to our senior prom together.

And how could I resist a guy who would flout convention and wear Chuck Taylors to our senior prom?

So, now you know the beginning.

That was 12 years ago.

And our love? It just keeps growing, and getting more and more beautiful as the years go by.

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I've noticed a couple of blogs that have posed questions, which seems to help get the comment ball rolling.

So, my real-live (not rhetorical) question for all of you is the following:

Can you do this?

I want to hear from you!

Yes or No

And if the answer is No, is there something else you can do? I'm thinking along the lines of walk and chew-gum, rub your stomach and pat your head at the same time, that sort of thing.

Don't be afraid of the comment button. It won't bite.

(Oh, and I hope you like the animated gifs, cause it is my new favorite thing. Gotta love the tripod (Thanks again, Dad) and the Sony Cyber-shot.)

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One time when we returned from a vacation where I had taken copious amounts of pictures (as if I ever go on a vacation where I don't take copious amounts of pictures?), I decided to select a few each day and email them to my friends and family. At one point, I began sending photos that had alliteration with the the day of the week (i.e. water for Wednesday, family for Friday).

I take so many pictures of flowers, that I recently decided I could start a new category in my blog where I put up a different photo of a flower every Friday. So, this marks the beginning of Flowers on Friday.

Here is one of the red tulips from the flowers HB sent me last Saturday.
Note, he flies home tomorrow!

One more note: I'm going to be doing slightly larger file sizes for the flower pics in order to keep the resolution higher, so let me know if you have trouble with them. (I'm only going from 25 KB to 50 KB or so, because I'm still hesitant to go much above 50. I'm secretly wondering if I could go up to 80... so let me know if you see a noticeable slowness with 50 KB.)

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The Girlie-girl is a bit more clingy than usual these days, with HB out of town and all. But I don't mind, 'cause she keeps me company (and warm).

And she knows the routine that every night when I get home, I change into my comfy clothes. Then I go into the bathroom, and this is her cue to run in so that I can lean down and pet her and tell her she is "Soooo pretty. Such a pretty girl."
'Cause she is, you know.

Normally, her whiskers are very straight, but lately I've noticed that she has a few curly ones on the right side of her face. I like the curly ones best.

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If you've read my cycling posts (my favorites are weeks 2,3, and 4), you'll know that HB and I took up mountain biking this fall.

So, you might be wondering what one does during a New England winter with a form of exercise that is more appropriate for spring, summer and fall; when it looks like this outside.

Tangent
And just for reference, for those of you who saw the moment-by-moment blizzard pics, our driveway is slowly melting, but very very slowly.

End Tangent

Well, thanks to a Christmas gift from my parents, we have a great trainer that we can use inside.

We originally set it up downstairs, but you know, the TV downstairs is just not as nice as the one upstairs. For example, while I had the bike and trainer downstairs, I tried watching Finding Nemo (for the 2nd time) and even on maximum volume, I was straining to hear the great lines (Fin, Noggin, Duuuuuuude.... Just keep swimming, just keep swimming... Fish are friends, Not food...). But I digress. Fortunately, I'd seen the movie before, so I was okay with missing words here and there. However, it just wasn't a good set-up for entertainment while riding, especially if I want to watch something I've never seen before. Plus, our "good" TV upstairs is the one that has the DVD player (a key component if I want to watch Shrek 2 or Harry Potter while riding).

So, I rearranged our living room and got it all set upstairs.

I went ahead and tried it out at the beginning of the superbowl.

But I got a little out of my biking groove by taking pictures. (I took them with the tripod and self-timer, which meant that I jumped on and off my bike a couple of times). Oh, the sacrifices I make for you! (ha! just kidding)

Cool, huh?

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The tulips look even nicer today, now that they have opened up more.

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This morning, I was pretty blue when I woke up, because my cuddle-bunny is out of town.

I dragged myself out of bed (it helped that Girlie-girl was shifting around at the foot of the bed and then meowed for her breakfast) and proceeded to do my usual Saturday morning stuff. After my first cup of tea, I was feeling better and ready to have a good weekend. I even talked to HB on the phone briefly, which also brightened my morning.

THEN FedEX drove up. hmmm... must be delivering something that HB ordered for himself. Probably from Amazon again.

You can imagine my surprise when I saw this

and this!!

Wooo-hoooo! Flowers! Grab the scissors and get that box open!

oooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

What a good, good Hubby.
sniff
He wrote that he misses me.

I miss him too.

But the flowers really brightened my morning.

See the face? (white tulips for eyes, red tulip for the nose, ribbon for the mouth)
That is how my heart feels right now.

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I was about to make Celestial Seasonings Peppermint tea, when I started craving Wild Sweet Orange tea by Tazo.
This craving is a sign that I must be low on vitamin C.

And what goes really well with that bite-y orange flavor? Girl Scout cookies, of course - preferably peanut butter patties. With just a very quick dunk in the tea to soften up the chocolate coating on the outside.

Ah, just a little bit of heaven here on earth.

And here I had just got done telling Ladybug about how I was going to have Ghirardelli chips as my dessert for supper, and I up and changed my mind. Well, that is a woman's prerogative, right Ladybug?

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This is a picture of my supper that I made For Myself tonight.

Note that it does indeed have 3, count them Three!, things that require cooking. That would be cajun chicken, grains (i.e. not rice, but almost like it - from a box, of course), and broccoli. (that is cheese on the side, don't be distracted willy-nilly by the cheese, please)
Ha! You doubting Thomases can just be quiet now.

For those of you unfamiliar with the teasing I have been receiving for the past, oh, 5-6 years, here is the gist, or the down-low as I like to say when I'm feeling particularly dorky.

When HB and I first got married (8.5 years ago), we decided that to evenly divide our household duties, I would do the cooking and he would do all of the clean-up. Well, I can't even remember how long that lasted, because my mind has blocked that period of horror from my readily accessible memories. Anyway, it must've lasted a month or less. During that so unmemorable month (wink, wink, nudge, nudge, well unmemorable from a food standpoint, because after all, it was our first month of marriage and living together... ah, the memories...) where was I? Oh yes,
During that so unmemorable month of HB as the cleaner-upper, I'd pull a glass or a dish out of the cabinet and there would be this dried-crusty-food-remnant stuck to it. Bleck with a capital B... Gross with a capital G.... Nasty with a capital N... well, you get the picture. I'd show HB, the cleaner-upper himself, the grody glass and say something along the lines of "If you were given this glass at a restaurant, would you keep it or send it back?" And of course, he'd reluctantly admit that he would Not keep it, and that it was indeed gross. I finally couldn't take it anymore and We came to the Joint decision (ahem) that it was time to switch duties and he would be the cook, and I would be the cleaner-upper.

Fortunately for us, HB has become a very good cook. A very, very Messy cook, but a Good cook. So good, that I decided that there was really no need for me to ever cook. ever. again. Nope. no need.

The part of this little division of household duties that has engendered endless teasing of me by my friends, co-workers, and Family is that HB loves me sooooooooooo much (wink, wink) that when he knows he is going to be out of town for a few days, he will make meals that generate left-overs for the number of nights he will be gone. Now, if that doesn't say "I Love You" so much better than a big batch of roses, I don't know what does. Do YOU? Well, I still like the roses, or the occasional surprise DVD, or bag of tea... but that is neither here nor there (although, Valentine's Day is right around the corner. HB? are you listening out there? I was talking about roses, multi-colored are so much better than all red, don't you think? you know, a mix of yellow, pink, peach, white, with just a couple of red ones here and there. I digress. Although, you know after that first 5 years of marriage, you realize that sometimes strong hints are better than those thinly veiled ones... can we recall last year's "Gee, for my birthday it sure would be nice to get tickets to see the Lion King" escapade? hmmm?)

Anyway, that is, he made the meals that made good leftovers if we were organized enough to think that far ahead, which was most of the time, but then there were those times I resorted to Lean Cuisine meals and Taco Bell (heavens, not at the same time, what do you think I am? crazy? well, only some of the time, I promise) oops, I digress).

Consequently, I have kind of made it my standard to not cook, or at the very least, not to cook more than one thing (i.e. soup). I am not really sure when I last made a meal that had 3 parts to it... hmmm.... it must have been that first month when we were married...

So, now you know the back-story of why when I set my plate on the table tonight, I said to myself "Geesh, you've Got to take a picture of this (even if it really isn't all that stunning of a meal), 'cause they are not going to believe it without proof."

Doubt no more, Thomas! (you know who you are)

grin

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The word Tea is made of loose tea, specifically All Day Breakfast by Republic of Tea.

The plus sign, is made of my absolute favorite chocolate chips, Ghirardelli double-chocolate chips. YUM. They were the only part of the composition that got eaten before I finished checking the pics on my computer, I just couldn't resist.

The word Chocolate is made with Lindt dark chocolate wafers, and Nestle Toll-House mini-morsels (definitely not my preferred choice of chocolate chip, but okay for chocolate-chip cheesecake and for artistic compositions).

I took all pictures on the day of the blizzard with my Sony Cyber-shot.

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