Wednesday, March 22, 2006

No, seriously...get comfortable


It's moments like this that make me smile.

Best/Worst

The worst part of my day (it's only 11am): Riding my bike to the clinic while it was snowing, only to have the doctor waste my freakin' time.

And the best part of my day...Knowing that my dogs will never be disappointed with my baking abilities:

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Kansas Mine

O Kansas, thou art mine;
O Kansas, I am thine;
Thy love I claim.
Thou land of joy and light;
Thou land where right is might;
Thou land that's ever bright
With honest fame.

Thy very name is dear
Unto my loyal ear,
And sweet it sounds.
I love to see that name;
It gleams with holy flame;
Its glory all proclaim
Within thy bounds.

I love thy prairies wide,
Thy fertile soil, well tried,
Thy rolling plains;
Thy corn, whose verdant sheen
O'er rolling miles is seen;
And waving fields, all green,
Of smaller grains.

Thy groves and vine-made bowers;
Thy wild and lavish flowers,
Give me delight;
Thy streams where thick woods grow,
And mirrored limbs below
Move gently to and fro,
Entrance my sight.

O Kansas, Kansas mine,
Thou evermore shalt shine
With radiance bright,
Like polar star on high,
The guide post of the sky;
And all shall turn the eye
To catch thy light.

-John Edward Everett

Monday, March 20, 2006

And on a lighter note...



I have a new obsession: Norwegian Forest Cats. Isn't she cute?

And mom, before you ask, she's not mine (but I really want her to be).

Monday, March 13, 2006

Sweeeet

You know when you find the coolest website you've seen in a while and you just want to share it? Well, that just happened to me. Don't even bother looking at it if you're a dude. Unless you have a wife or something.

http://www.16sparrows.com/shop.html

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Baking


Lewis helped me bake cookies today. Winston just wanted to be in the picture.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Best/Worst

The best part of my day...finding out that Vera Bradley ships to APOs.

And the worst....realizing that after over two years of working for the same person, he still calls me Irwin. Every.Single.Time. And it isn't a nickname. He's just an old man who can't pronounce Erin. (I guess if that's the worst thing about my day, I have it pretty good)