Last night, Rader and I made three batches of brownies. We’re mailing two batches to the lads in Nebraska and we kept one for ourselves.

He was very excited about cooking. He read the directions on the back of the box and gathered the ingredients.

Rader: 1/3 cup of water and 1/3 cup of oil and 1 egg.
Me: Very good. Now, if we’re making three boxes how much oil and water do we need.
Rader: Three thirds.
Me: Right. But, is that really a measurement we use? What does three thirds cups equal.

He thought about it for a second then smiled.

Rader: That’s one cup!
Me: Excellent!

He was proud he figured that out…as he should be. Then he got to the most important part of baking…

Rader: Mom? Can I wear an apron?

Of course you can!

I tried to get Ian involved. Hell, it was his idea to cook the lads brownies in the first place…but he was too busy on the computer chatting with his girlfriend. I guess he has his priorities…

This is Ginger. (formerly known as Shelby)

Ginger was surrendered to the Humane Society several weeks ago by her owner. We have adopted her. We have renamed her. We like her a lot.

Now, if only we could get Hector (the cat and supreme ruler), Pete (the fuzzy and supreme dumbass), and Charlie (the houndog and supreme slothlike creature) on board with the whole “liking her” thing.

I guess it will happen in due time.

This is Ginger. (formerly known as Shelby)

Ginger was surrendered to the Humane Society several weeks ago by her owner. We have adopted her. We have renamed her. We like her a lot.

Now, if only we could get Hector (the cat and supreme ruler), Pete (the fuzzy and supreme dumbass), and Charlie (the houndog and supreme slothlike creature) on board with the whole “liking her” thing.

I guess it will happen in due time.

Well, it took me two days to write this scene.

But it’s written.

And I’m pretty happy with it. Right now. That might change tomorrow.

I managed to write 10 pages today. I had wanted to do 20 for the weekend, but wasn’t able to sit down and write until after 6pm last night. I only wrote about 4 paragraphs yesterday because I had the attention of a chiuaua on crack.

Today wasn’t a lot better. But I forced myself to stick it out until the scene was finished. I’m glad I did.

I just hope it’s a keeper.

Now, I think I’ll relax with a nice whisky and read about some Hot Demon Sex.

Well, it took me two days to write this scene.

But it’s written.

And I’m pretty happy with it. Right now. That might change tomorrow.

I managed to write 10 pages today. I had wanted to do 20 for the weekend, but wasn’t able to sit down and write until after 6pm last night. I only wrote about 4 paragraphs yesterday because I had the attention of a chiuaua on crack.

Today wasn’t a lot better. But I forced myself to stick it out until the scene was finished. I’m glad I did.

I just hope it’s a keeper.

Now, I think I’ll relax with a nice whisky and read about some Hot Demon Sex.

The Crocodile Hunter died!

I guess it’s a small comfort that he died doing what he loved, but seriously, I’m really sad. Deep down I knew it was only a matter of time before it happened. You can’t live that kind of lifestyle and not suffer some consequences, though I had hoped he would outlive us all.

My children will be very sad. We spent countless hours watch back to back Croc Files together.

My heart hurts a little today.

The Crocodile Hunter died!

I guess it’s a small comfort that he died doing what he loved, but seriously, I’m really sad. Deep down I knew it was only a matter of time before it happened. You can’t live that kind of lifestyle and not suffer some consequences, though I had hoped he would outlive us all.

My children will be very sad. We spent countless hours watch back to back Croc Files together.

My heart hurts a little today.

Hope your day is fantastic! Shake-n-Bake, baby!

Hope your day is fantastic! Shake-n-Bake, baby!