Ganache

Ganache: That shinny, drippy, melt in your mouth nectar of the gods.

Yesssss, it was as good as it looks. Better actually, Tim being out of town meant I had to take the pics with a point and shoot in really bad lighting. Tim could have done much better on the pics; But... yummmm

This one was for a friend of mine so I attended the wedding. I love it when I can have my cake and eat it too.

It was so good! I m not afraid to be proud. Don't strawberries make the most wonderful vehicle in which to carry Chocolate to the mouth?

July 4

Happy 4th! I am off to New Braunfels to visit my Neice for Her birthday!
She is 4, I am going to be the Hero!

The Bag ... Man?

My husband has an addiction. It is little known but very serious. He seems to be addicted to backpacks...


It is very real. There are no less than 5, FIVE backpacks in these pictures.
I feel outranked occasionaly when he gets them out to play; esspesially on date night.


There is, by the way, another one in the closet.


I must say, the newest one is fancy. It is the one with the white stripes and the IPod. This one has magnets that will hold it to the tank of the motorcycle but also has backpack straps and a place to put a water bladder for hiking. High class.

These pictures were taken a while back, but right now Tim is on a motorcycle with his Dad and 3, THREE of these backpacks strapped down in one fashion or another. So I thought it fitting to post about Tim's backpack fetish since He is gallivanting about Texas on a motorcycle and I am stuck here battling the squirrel in the attic.

Clutz of the month

Sunday, I went to church with friends and took in Tim's Bible because it was smaller and easier to carry than mine. Had a great service and put the Bible in the passenger seat as I left. I did some shopping, messed around a bit, and then went to pick us up some burgers.


Now our car was made before the invention of cup holders ... can you see it coming? Yup, I turned a corner and toppled my melted ice over in to the passenger seat where the thin pages of Tim's Bible promptly began absorbing large quantities of Water.

PANIC

Still driving I began trying to convince myself it wasn't so bad while fumbling behind my seat to find the roll of paper towels I knew was back there somewhere. OH NO what have I done! I began blotting the inside of the back cover, and turning large sections of pages that had stuck together - still driving. Blotting, turning, blotting, driving, turning, blotting. It was hopeless, from John through the concordance - nearly the whole new testament, Ruined! I thought about the scene in The Incredibles where Bob uses a blow dryer on his books, so I held it out the window (not a good idea.)

I arrived at home.

I walked sheepishly into Tim's room, and immediately began to promise to buy him a new one as I held up his soggy wind blown, now 3 inches thicker, Bible.


He began immediately with the classic Its-OK-baby I-love-you-more speech and as I promised one more time to buy him a new one he said,

"It's just been Baptized! It's more Holy now."

I am still Laughing Hysterically!

However, the really ironic part is, I just bought, the day before, a, no joke, WATERPROOF BIBLE!

Awww Nuts

Dilated

What a wash of a day!

I had to go to the eye Dr today and I was there for TWO HOURS! I was with an employee for all of about 15 minutes. Aww nuts. The worst part however was that they dilated my eyes, and my appointment was at 9 this morning so it ate up my WHOLE DAY. Note to self all eye appts to be scheduled late in the afternoon. I made this one earlier because last time it took 2 hours as well and I thought maybe it won't take so long. Apparently it makes precious little difference when your appointment is, but I much prefer to be able to do something with my day. I came home and tried but with your eyes closed it is kind of hard to see. I don't remember it bugging me so much last time. I really thought I could get something done, so much for that. The part that I wasn't sleeping or in that office I was sportin' this look:




I know it's becoming but I would just as soon do without all that comes along with it: Getting Absolutely NOTHING Done!

I tried to get a shot of my dilated eyes for you but it was really to late. However I did get a fleeting picture of Lilly - the fairy that lives in my eye:



She's on the left

Isn't she cute!? She is kind of shy and doesn't come out a lot so I mad the most of the photo opp I think.

Not over till ...

So here I sit on the morning of Herbert's second birthday and I am realizing I haven't written anything about the last years saga. I thought I would wait until I knew the out come, but it has taken this long to know, and I am not sure that I know, now. So, here goes nothin'...

Herbert is what we named my finger after they cut part of it off. Yeah, Yeah I am a little strange, but I am OK with that. So, Herbert did great for a full year after amputation and then Dec of 2008 rolled around and he seemed to have developed a zit right on top of his head. (I thought it a little odd myself). It had done this once before, popped, and gone back to normal so... yeah... It didn't go back to normal. It EXPLODED. Really. It changed shape, it got shorter, I'm serious. So, off to the Dr. Again. Staph, positive, antibiotics for 2 weeks.

After Christmas it was still draining, then... I was changing the bandage one day and a piece of dead flesh peaked out of the hole in the end of my finger. Dr. Again. He cut and sent to the lab this wad of obviously misplaced flesh and thought it wise to send me to Orthopedics. The Ortho-resident saw me that afternoon agreed with everything my primary Doc said and sent me home with instructions to return to ortho if need be. So more antibiotics and another 2 weeks later Herbert was still draining and I was doing my best not to mess with him when one afternoon a sort of plug fell out of the top of my finger leaving another monstrous hole in the end of my finger. Doctor. Ortho was not able to see me but my primary was. He cut off some of the calluses around the hole, told me he thought that was what needed to happen all along and sent me home with more antibiotics to wait some more. Ortho called me back looked at the diagnosis, no worries total agreement, by this time it was February.

Long about April I was getting impatient, Herbert was still draining and we landed ourselves back in Ortho with the resident who began to talk of surgery. (I KNOW that would make 7) His diagnosis it seems was that I had what was called a fisher; outside skin formed inside, and that my body was consistently filling this pocket with fluid causing the drainage. It would have to be cut out and sewn together "I am scheduling you to see our hand specialist"

Oh Yay.

It would be a month before we could get in and boy was I nervous. It seemed to be getting better, but still draining. Easter came and It had all but stopped. Finally. It had a callous on top about the size of that zit so long ago but all together it seemed better. I kept the specialist appt anyway and he said "looks OK maybe it has done it's thing, call if it changes."

For months it was fine, seemingly. Then, the last week in July, Pop, drain, Here we go again. Almost two years after the accident still dealing with the healing process. "Will this NEVER end?" I got very down, I didn't want to go to the Dr again; and I didn't for 2 weeks. I was hoping it would go away. Then, this hard, sharp, skinny piece of something began poking it's little nose out of the hole under the callous. "WELL, this is interesting." Doctor. But not the Ortho Dr the last I heard form them was surgery and I didn't like that.

Now, in one of my Weight Watcher meetings, there was a man that had cut off his fingers and then grown a round fingernail that laid flat against the end of his finger. Could that be it?

Nobody really thought that probable, everyone said Herbert was to short for that...

2%

Welcome to my life.

So I guess you could say Herbert is "well" again at this point. But I do think that whether or not it's true, I have to believe that Herbert has a fingernail. If for no other reason than my sanity I must believe it. Nothing is changing. Nothing is going away. And Every few days I have to file his "horn" down even with the rest of my finger. They just came out with that new animated movie with the monsters and aliens and there is that blue cyclops... Yep, looks like Herbert.

So what do you think?


Is he


a Cyclops,



Is He




a Unicorn,


or is he





a Pinocchio?



Happy Birthday Herbert!

When did it start?

Take a seat please as I don't want anyone to get hurt as you laugh Hysterically at what is going on over here tonight. I suppose I can answer my own question about the onset. Last week Tim and I went on our 11th anniversary vacation and watched the new Star Trek movie in the actual Theatre (I know, wow Right? Temily in a movie theatre.). Tim has been dabbling in Trek-ism for a while now. You know the regular get-on-Daddy's-good-side, son-in-law kind of affection for ones father-in-law. Cute really. I suppose it all caught me off guard because I have always been a "Trek-y" of sorts, or at least as much as can be espoused by someone who doesn't like TV in general. However, this is far deeper than I ever thought possible and so sudden. So get ready.

Tim and I just watched the first 2 episodes of the original Star Trek.

That wasn't "it." this is "it":

Through the whole 2nd episode Tim sat on the floor playing non existent blues riffs on the guitar!

Remind you of Anyone?


OK I realize not all of you know my father. But let me assure you, My Daddy is sitting in the other room STILL PLAYING under the assumed name of Tim and 25 years younger.


Tim has played more in the last three hours than he has in years! And Tim has never ever played without sheet music. Daddy has never used sheet music. Creepy. We have not been home from our vocation (in which we saw the newest Star Trek) long enough to unpack and It is as if, all of the sudden, there are 2 Mr Green's on the planet and names and faces have been changed to protect the innocent. Seriously, he is even wiggling his feet the way Daddy does. Who knew? Beware, if you go see the new Star Trek movie Your husband will soon assimilate in to your favorite Star Trek junky. If you are married to your favorite Star Trek junky you have nothing to worry about. If you can't stand Star Trek beware, the assimilation will take hold quickly. As for me however, I have now achieved every little girls ultimate wish, to be married to someone Just like Daddy. I love you both more than you can imagine!

Happy Treking