Darrell has asked for some help and I think the internet is THE place for him to get that help.
He has some questions that I am not equipped to answer.
So, please, if you have the answers to any of these questions, leave a comment.
1--Should he attempt some at-home mole removal using a dremel? If yes, should he use the flat polishing sand-paper attachment or the conical grinding attachment?
2--When Texas A&M leaves the Big 12 Conference in 2012 (keep in mind the Big 10 Conference has 12 teams and the Big 12 has 10 Teams--I know...no sense.AT.ALL) and assuming TCU accepts the offer to join the Big 12, which 2 additional universities should be extended an invitation to join? Please choose 2:
A-BYU
B-Boise State
C-SMU
D-University of Houston
E-Louisville
F-Memphis
G-Other
Please provide reasons for your choices.
3--If Bigfoot is such a big creature, why hasn't anyone credible found evidence of its existence?
4--What is your favorite AC/DC song? Afterall, everyone should have a favorite.
5--Which of the states in the US, would you annex to Canada? Why?
6--What TV show of this newest season is the next to be cancelled? What one show should I be watching?
7--Name your favorite cut of beef.
And finally...
8--Team Edward or Jacob? And please explain what this means. I
Thank you! No, really. Thank you! Like I said, I haven't been able to explain any of these to Darrell's satisfaction, so maybe you can help me out.
If not. There's always the Encyclopaedia Britannica.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
I'm a bad, bad wife!
In my zeal to post every day, I started pre-writing my posts and then published one a day. For you know, the last 5 days, so it is TOTALLY a habit and all.
And because of this crazy-ness, I didn't wish my fabulous husband a happy birthday on this here blog.
On his birthday.
Because I had already posted once on his birthday.
And if I posted again, I would end up doing 32 blog posts in October.
And I just don't know if I have it in me.
See, I'm a bad, bad wife!
So, here's a belated (by only one day!) birthday to my amazing husband, who will remain nameless in this posting because he hates having any attention be paid to him.
I'm beginning to think he's a keeper!
And because of this crazy-ness, I didn't wish my fabulous husband a happy birthday on this here blog.
On his birthday.
Because I had already posted once on his birthday.
And if I posted again, I would end up doing 32 blog posts in October.
And I just don't know if I have it in me.
See, I'm a bad, bad wife!
So, here's a belated (by only one day!) birthday to my amazing husband, who will remain nameless in this posting because he hates having any attention be paid to him.
I'm beginning to think he's a keeper!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Insert clever title here...
Lately, as in the last couple of years or so, I've been really bad at eating lunch. If I don't take my lunch, most days I don't eat lunch.
But it's also really difficult for me to take my lunch since I'm not great at grocery shopping often enough to have lunch supplies on hand.
Today, I decided I really needed to take my lunch to work, so I was scavenging the kitchen for something...anything...to take with me.
I decided a can of soup would be fabulous. It's healthy. It's easy. It's relatively good. But it's also pretty much water, so I was sure I'd end up hungry a few minutes after eating it. Plus, it was something not too exciting, like Mexican Vegetarian Bean and Tomato. Seriously, how did I buy this?
So I did some hunting and gathering and found some mini saltine crackers. I figured adding some carbs to the soup would help a little in filling me up. I don't remember exactly when I bought them, but it had to have been about a year ago since it's been too hot for soup the last 6-ish months. And I really only eat saltines with soup.
I foraged a little more and found a string cheese (which Darrell tells me I eat incorrectly since I don't peel apart), a cherry-flavored Jell-O, and a vanilla-flavored pudding. Sounds pretty well-rounded to me. Plus, there's the girl at work who has a stockpile of chocolate that I can raid as needed (although that is seriously my lunch most days). (Don't judge...chocolate is a protein since it comes from the cacao plant which is a legume.)
As I was writing this, I found it pretty sad that most people could find better food in their desk at work than I could in my kitchen. At home.
So, around lunch-time (you know, 2:30-ish), I decided to eat my lunch.
I dumped most of the contents of my soup in the mug I took to work a couple of weeks ago...just in case I needed it. It was a little smaller than the soup can, so I decided to heat up what I could, eat some, and then pour the rest in the mug, heat it up, and eat it gone.
I then pulled out my baggie of saltines. For some reason, I really love saltines in my soup. I add them one at a time since soggy anything really grosses me out.
I was really excited to eat my soup and crackers since it's been awhile since I had this meal. I tasted the soup and it was sort of boring. It was, afterall, one of those "healthy" soups that has less sodium, which means I normally dump a tablespoon or so of salt into it so that it tastes like regular soup. I tried to find one of those little paper packets of salt in my desk and had no luck, but that's okay since the saltines are salty.
Hence the name saltines.
They tasted a little funky, but I figured the soup would help them taste normal.
No.Such.Luck.
They made the soup taste funky. But, although there are some lunches you can easily throw in your trashcan, soup isn't one of those. So I was stuck eating it. I tried it with some more crackers, but it started tasting bad.
I gave up on the saltines and ate the soup plain. I searched my desk drawers again for salt and for a moment, I contemplated dumping a couple of ketchup packets into the soup. But then I remembered the stew + ketchup fiasco of 1976 (which is an absolutely true story--for another day), and decided to go plain.
I finished my soup, ate my string cheese (the way I like to eat it), ate the Jell-O (which I'm always tempted to slurp up through a coffee stirrer), and ate the pudding.
Awhile later I raided the chocolate dish...isn't it amazing how much fresher the candy tastes the closer you get to Halloween?
When I got home from work and put away my lunch stuff, I saw the Saltine box on the counter. I decided to throw away the rest of the crackers and recycle the box (hey...I do my part to save the world!).
I glanced at the "Best By" date.
January 12, 2009.
Seriously? No wonder they were disgusting! They did taste a little like rancid oil.
But the worst part of all is that had they expired 10 years ago, they would have been made with trans-fats and tasted as fresh as the day I bought them.
But it's also really difficult for me to take my lunch since I'm not great at grocery shopping often enough to have lunch supplies on hand.
Today, I decided I really needed to take my lunch to work, so I was scavenging the kitchen for something...anything...to take with me.
I decided a can of soup would be fabulous. It's healthy. It's easy. It's relatively good. But it's also pretty much water, so I was sure I'd end up hungry a few minutes after eating it. Plus, it was something not too exciting, like Mexican Vegetarian Bean and Tomato. Seriously, how did I buy this?
So I did some hunting and gathering and found some mini saltine crackers. I figured adding some carbs to the soup would help a little in filling me up. I don't remember exactly when I bought them, but it had to have been about a year ago since it's been too hot for soup the last 6-ish months. And I really only eat saltines with soup.
I foraged a little more and found a string cheese (which Darrell tells me I eat incorrectly since I don't peel apart), a cherry-flavored Jell-O, and a vanilla-flavored pudding. Sounds pretty well-rounded to me. Plus, there's the girl at work who has a stockpile of chocolate that I can raid as needed (although that is seriously my lunch most days). (Don't judge...chocolate is a protein since it comes from the cacao plant which is a legume.)
As I was writing this, I found it pretty sad that most people could find better food in their desk at work than I could in my kitchen. At home.
So, around lunch-time (you know, 2:30-ish), I decided to eat my lunch.
I dumped most of the contents of my soup in the mug I took to work a couple of weeks ago...just in case I needed it. It was a little smaller than the soup can, so I decided to heat up what I could, eat some, and then pour the rest in the mug, heat it up, and eat it gone.
I then pulled out my baggie of saltines. For some reason, I really love saltines in my soup. I add them one at a time since soggy anything really grosses me out.
I was really excited to eat my soup and crackers since it's been awhile since I had this meal. I tasted the soup and it was sort of boring. It was, afterall, one of those "healthy" soups that has less sodium, which means I normally dump a tablespoon or so of salt into it so that it tastes like regular soup. I tried to find one of those little paper packets of salt in my desk and had no luck, but that's okay since the saltines are salty.
Hence the name saltines.
They tasted a little funky, but I figured the soup would help them taste normal.
No.Such.Luck.
They made the soup taste funky. But, although there are some lunches you can easily throw in your trashcan, soup isn't one of those. So I was stuck eating it. I tried it with some more crackers, but it started tasting bad.
I gave up on the saltines and ate the soup plain. I searched my desk drawers again for salt and for a moment, I contemplated dumping a couple of ketchup packets into the soup. But then I remembered the stew + ketchup fiasco of 1976 (which is an absolutely true story--for another day), and decided to go plain.
I finished my soup, ate my string cheese (the way I like to eat it), ate the Jell-O (which I'm always tempted to slurp up through a coffee stirrer), and ate the pudding.
Awhile later I raided the chocolate dish...isn't it amazing how much fresher the candy tastes the closer you get to Halloween?
When I got home from work and put away my lunch stuff, I saw the Saltine box on the counter. I decided to throw away the rest of the crackers and recycle the box (hey...I do my part to save the world!).
I glanced at the "Best By" date.
January 12, 2009.
Seriously? No wonder they were disgusting! They did taste a little like rancid oil.
But the worst part of all is that had they expired 10 years ago, they would have been made with trans-fats and tasted as fresh as the day I bought them.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
A Piece of Art, or #7 of 30
About 6 months ago, in my quest to post more frequently, I posted a list of 30 blog titles.
So far, I've done six.
And number 7 is "A Piece of Art."
I am not a self-proclaimed artist. I have several artsy family members, but I am not one.
I am, however, a self-proclaimed sorta crafter.
I'm pretty good at copying other people's ideas.
And not making them perfectly. Rather imperfectly, in fact.
But most of the time, I like my little imperfect pieces of craftery.
I have a few things that I should be posting, but since it's too dark to photograph them even remotely effectively, I will just re-post a recent craft that I consider a piece of art.
Unfortunately, I just recently posted this, so it's not exactly exciting.
But I promise I will take some photos of my other endeavors and post them here soon.
'Cause I still have 27 more days to go this month!
So far, I've done six.
And number 7 is "A Piece of Art."
I am not a self-proclaimed artist. I have several artsy family members, but I am not one.
I am, however, a self-proclaimed sorta crafter.
I'm pretty good at copying other people's ideas.
And not making them perfectly. Rather imperfectly, in fact.
But most of the time, I like my little imperfect pieces of craftery.
I have a few things that I should be posting, but since it's too dark to photograph them even remotely effectively, I will just re-post a recent craft that I consider a piece of art.
Unfortunately, I just recently posted this, so it's not exactly exciting.
But I promise I will take some photos of my other endeavors and post them here soon.
'Cause I still have 27 more days to go this month!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Since it's confession time...
I just found out my profile at mormon.org is up and running.
Check it out.
And if you have any questions, just let me know in the comments.
PS...I thought I scheduled this post and it's a good thing I checked so I could keep the ball rolling since it didn't automatically post. Scary! Spooky!
Check it out.
And if you have any questions, just let me know in the comments.
PS...I thought I scheduled this post and it's a good thing I checked so I could keep the ball rolling since it didn't automatically post. Scary! Spooky!
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Hi. My name is Stephanie. And I'm an addict.
(Go ahead...say it. "Hi, Stephanie.")
I have become absolutely addicted to Pinterest.
I joined months ago, when it was difficult to get an invite--and yeah, you used to need an invite to join.
I kept reading all these blogs ('cause, if we're being honest, I'm addicted to blogs. Of people I don't know. Yeah...I've got a serious problem) and everyone was talking about "pinning" and "boards."
I didn't quite understand and I was a little annoyed. (Truth be told, I read several blogs written by people who annoy me. Some of these people are over-the-top narcissists. And tell everyone about their narcissism. Only they don't call it that.)
So, although I was annoyed, I figured it was just another thing these self-apprecating (you know, the opposite of self-deprecating) folks were discussing that was a secret society, only accessible to the blogtastics.
But then, one of the bloggers I admire wrote about it. And even described it. And was willing to give out invites. (That's one of the reasons I like her...she doesn't think the world-wide-web is HER oyster).
So, I went to the website and checked it out.
It looked a little like heaven.
A place I could put all those things I see on blogs that I love/want to do/dream of/etc.
Somewhere that I could remember.
It wasn't one of my secret hiding places. (I have so many of them, I can never remember where I put what. My cyber hiding places are various places on my C drive or emails I sent to a friend or emails I sent to myself or bookmarks on my browser or little pieces of paper I scribbled details or printouts I put in real [as opposed to cyber] hiding places like the pile of paper on the desk or the pile of paper on the floor in the home office or the pile of paper on the floor in the guest room....I think you get the idea.)
So I signed up and started using Pinterest.
I pinned a few things, but would forget about it most of the time.
I would get emails saying that someone I didn't know re-pinned a pin. Or was following me.
And I'd pin a few more things.
I had a conversation with one of the 2 other people I knew who pinned.
We couldn't figure out the re-pinning. And following. And found it slightly creepy.
And I pinned a few more things.
And then more of my friends started pinning.
And I learned about re-pinning. And following.
And I pinned more and more.
And re-pinned. And followed.
And now I find myself addicted.
And I'm SURE I can quit any time I want.
I don't pin at work, so it clearly isn't a problem.
I've gone DAYS without even thinking about it.
It's not like I installed the app on my phone. (Ok...I don't have an i-phone, which is [currently] the only phone that has an app.)
And I've only tried to access it at a friend's house once. And that was just because SHE wanted to see something I pinned.
And I haven't forced Darrell to sign up so I could have a secret Pinterest account...although that doesn't sound like a bad idea.
Ok....I'm an addict.
But hey...admitting I have a problem is the first step.
I saw that on a pin!
I have become absolutely addicted to Pinterest.
I joined months ago, when it was difficult to get an invite--and yeah, you used to need an invite to join.
I kept reading all these blogs ('cause, if we're being honest, I'm addicted to blogs. Of people I don't know. Yeah...I've got a serious problem) and everyone was talking about "pinning" and "boards."
I didn't quite understand and I was a little annoyed. (Truth be told, I read several blogs written by people who annoy me. Some of these people are over-the-top narcissists. And tell everyone about their narcissism. Only they don't call it that.)
So, although I was annoyed, I figured it was just another thing these self-apprecating (you know, the opposite of self-deprecating) folks were discussing that was a secret society, only accessible to the blogtastics.
But then, one of the bloggers I admire wrote about it. And even described it. And was willing to give out invites. (That's one of the reasons I like her...she doesn't think the world-wide-web is HER oyster).
So, I went to the website and checked it out.
It looked a little like heaven.
A place I could put all those things I see on blogs that I love/want to do/dream of/etc.
Somewhere that I could remember.
It wasn't one of my secret hiding places. (I have so many of them, I can never remember where I put what. My cyber hiding places are various places on my C drive or emails I sent to a friend or emails I sent to myself or bookmarks on my browser or little pieces of paper I scribbled details or printouts I put in real [as opposed to cyber] hiding places like the pile of paper on the desk or the pile of paper on the floor in the home office or the pile of paper on the floor in the guest room....I think you get the idea.)
So I signed up and started using Pinterest.
I pinned a few things, but would forget about it most of the time.
I would get emails saying that someone I didn't know re-pinned a pin. Or was following me.
And I'd pin a few more things.
I had a conversation with one of the 2 other people I knew who pinned.
We couldn't figure out the re-pinning. And following. And found it slightly creepy.
And I pinned a few more things.
And then more of my friends started pinning.
And I learned about re-pinning. And following.
And I pinned more and more.
And re-pinned. And followed.
And now I find myself addicted.
And I'm SURE I can quit any time I want.
I don't pin at work, so it clearly isn't a problem.
I've gone DAYS without even thinking about it.
It's not like I installed the app on my phone. (Ok...I don't have an i-phone, which is [currently] the only phone that has an app.)
And I've only tried to access it at a friend's house once. And that was just because SHE wanted to see something I pinned.
And I haven't forced Darrell to sign up so I could have a secret Pinterest account...although that doesn't sound like a bad idea.
Ok....I'm an addict.
But hey...admitting I have a problem is the first step.
I saw that on a pin!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Holy freak-out, Batman!
First, I'd like to apologize that this post isn't even half as exciting as its title would imply.
In case you hadn't noticed, I haven't updated this here blog in quite some time.
And a whole bunch of bloggers are posting every day in October, so I thought I'd jump on the band wagon since that's what I do.
I'm easily swayed. And if you didn't know that about me, now you do.
So, to the point. Since I decided to post every day in October, I started to do that very thing.
And blogger has totally changed itself.
When, exactly, I don't know.
And so, the reason for the blog post title.
Or maybe, even more appropriately, it is a little shocking I posted.
You decide.
(And comment your thoughts below).
Thanks for visiting!
In case you hadn't noticed, I haven't updated this here blog in quite some time.
And a whole bunch of bloggers are posting every day in October, so I thought I'd jump on the band wagon since that's what I do.
I'm easily swayed. And if you didn't know that about me, now you do.
So, to the point. Since I decided to post every day in October, I started to do that very thing.
And blogger has totally changed itself.
When, exactly, I don't know.
And so, the reason for the blog post title.
Or maybe, even more appropriately, it is a little shocking I posted.
You decide.
(And comment your thoughts below).
Thanks for visiting!
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