Skip to main content

Message In A Bottle


In case you hadn't heard I am a guitar hero. If only playing guitar for real could be this easy.

Last Thanksgiving Morgan was saying she wanted to get her bike fixed for Christmas. I asked why she didn't want to wait until her birthday since winter was coming. She said, In case there is an unusually warm February day. I never really understood or thought that would happen until now. I should have taken my bike out, but now it's too late and it won't stop snowing.

I think I've decided on becoming a cake decorator. Although I am warned that cake decorators get carpal tunnel, knitting probably doesn't help either. Sadly I forgot my camera that has the picture of the cake I made today.

58,28,107

Comments

Anonymous said…
where did you get that outfit? i want some new funky outfits.
Anonymous said…
That's funny that brittany mentioned your outfit too...ha,ha. It is pretty neat. You are so cool learning to play the guitar and all. You've become a whole new person since you moved to MN. I hope to see you soon!!!
Anonymous said…
are you too funny and COOL
Anonymous said…
Pearapreono http://buy-suhagra.wikidot.com http://motrin.wikidot.com http://buy-silagra.wikidot.com Pearapreono

Popular posts from this blog

With Spring Comes Biking

Whenever daylight savings changes I flip the mattress. (I know I'm a little late) Every new season I change the duvet cover.  Scott actually helps me this time. Yup, I'm cool like that. I was a little worried we had too much dough so we got out every pan that could be used for muffins. I was wrong, we only needed two pans. By the time we actually eat "breakfast," at least that's what Brooke calls it, Peanut has already finished most of his Organmix. I know, we spoil the little runt. Speaking of Brooke's fascination with breakfast, she will not eat anything that resembles lunch for her first meal of the day. So, even on the laziest Sunday, breakfast comes before lunch. As you can see Brooklyn really loved her muffin-fast -- even if it was already 1 p.m. While I finish up some dishes Brooke cleans the kitchen. Did you know that Brooke is a cleaning expert (really, she'll clean your house or cook for you. H...

Yardwork, Ikea and Pumpkins

My new parents-in-law got us a dehydrator for the wedding. Knowing we were going to be cleaning up the garden and going to farmer's market, we took a gander at our millionth kitchen device during breakfast.   Scott added granola to his oatmeal.  The oatmeal was rather bland, just the way Brooke likes it.   Scott was actually cleaning up so I had to take a quick photo of him as proof.  Scott told me he was, "putting a blanket down for Peanut," while singing. During the winter months peanut needs a warm place to peer through the window. Seeing as it was nearly November, I setup his blanket for him. Seeing as the farmers market season is dwindling down, we headed to the market...once again. The close proximity to the cities central farmer's market has to be one of the best assets of living in NoMi. We were both amazed by the bounty of produce still on sale. We quickly filled up our first bag and took it back to the car....

A Few Thoughts to Pass the Time

I'm sitting at the library, my new hang out besides random coffee shops. Class isn't for another 2 hours and I've finished all my homework. There's a guy running across holding his pants up and rush hour is just setting in. I never realized how weird Minnesotians actually are until I saw American Idol last night. They were doing auditions in Minneapolis, which Randy liked to call Minnehopeless. I thought it was just the culinary students that we're weird at my school, but no it's the whole state. The majority of the people that I know here are not actually from Minnesota, only one that truely is seems ok to me. Maybe I'm just like them but I don't want to admit it. School is alright. It keeps me busy. I like that some classes only have 10 students. Everyone in my Nutrition class eats healthy and reads the ingredient list but me. At least I get to take home everything I make in my baking class. Summer seems so far away. I need to find a place to live befo...