Friday, January 29, 2010
My cat is a freak. Well, one of them at least. "Amos" has decided that he never wants to be off my lap. This becomes a problem when he curls up in my lap and places his upper body on my book, keyboard, plate of food, whatever. When I shove him off he whines, circles my chair, and is back on my lap in 2 seconds. I think that I will get one of those baby carriers that mom's strap to their chest and put him in that. It will either make him very happy or he will decide that perhaps hiding under the Christmas tree is the best place for him. What do you think? Will this work? Will it at least get the cat hair out of my dinner plate?
Monday, January 18, 2010
Do you ever have days where you crave different life? Today I want to be Kathleen Kelly from You've Got Mail. In the morning she wakes up to an apartment with built-in bookcases. Kathleen wears modest yet stylish clothing as she walks to work every morning, in every season. She owns a tiny store and has a tiny circle of friends. Kathleen leads a simple life, even in New York City. Oh, the lessons I could learn.
Friday, January 15, 2010
This is my journal. Not The Ladies Home Journal or The Diary of Anne Frank, but something in between. Not that I'm stuck in an attic with people trying to kill me, but you know, personal. To start, I love to cook. Unfortunately, for someone who has been baking for the last 30 year I make a lot of mistakes. Today I made fudge. This fudge was boiling merrily away on the stove approaching soft ball stage when I realized I had doubled the butter. Oh well, butter only makes things better. After sopping all the excess off the top of the fudge (it only took 7 paper towels) it was quite edible. Yum, fudge.