Hi! It’s been more than a week, but you’ll live. I promise. Well, at least you won’t die because of my failure to post. But I’m here now, so never fear.
White Russians are delicious. Especially when you use eight servings of heavy whipping cream each (120% of your daily saturated fat! mmmmmmm….). It’s like a shake! You can feel the fat coating your lips! KrisDi had bought a bunch of heavy whipping cream to make Knoephla soup, which was delicious (thanks again for the recipe, Wilmy’s mom!), and then I gave it all away to co-workers at the best potluck I’ve ever attended. A bunch of them really liked it, including a Chinese guy who wanted the recipe so he could “Chinese it up.” When I talked to him this morning, I found that he had added baby bok choy and replaced the ham with shrimp or some other such thing…such craziness. I’d still try it.
Speaking of cooking, KrisDi is still an excellent cook. Check out some pictures of more things we have eaten recently! All delicious!
Last weekend was pumpkin carving weekend. This year we decided on Futurama characters, which turned out easier than some previous years (damn you Johnnie Walker, damn you Arrogant Bastard). I did Bender, KrisDi did Nibbler. So here they are!
E-Dubs and Pixel Chick got engaged (congratulations to them!), so next year at this time they’ll be Mr. and Mrs. E-Dubs.
I’ve been spending my evenings programming in C#, which I’m sure bores everyone to death. I felt awfully smart when I successfully implemented a recursive function (until I realized that although it worked, it wasn’t what I needed). So, I wrote a program that searches files and replaces parts of the file names if I so desire. Now I’m going to re-write it and try to use decent programming practices. Because I’m a nerd.
Oh, and I had such a weird dream last night. I don’t remember all of it, but here’s what I do remember: Michael Jackson, although dead, still owned a large tract of land that included a pretty large swath of mountains. There was a big quarry-pit sort of thing that I somehow wandered into with an ENORMOUS machine that looked kind of like a combine. I don’t know what to call the driver’s seat area, but I’m going to call it a bridge because it was spacious and fancy. I ran into the captain (or driver, or whatever), who explained that this big-ass machine was for landscaping, and proceeded to demonstrate. It destroyed huge areas of land and replaced whatever had been growing there with tulips — full grown and already colorful (mostly purple). The areas that had been “landscaped” in this fashion were clearly delineated by where the forest ended and the tulips began. Many of the tulips on the edges of these areas were brown and wilting. Right up the sides of the mountains.