- Super creepy story - "Daddy's Girl"
- The Attractiveness Scale
- Cool refridge magnets
- Dirk - the interconnected game
September 2006 Archives
I have to have a t-shirt.
Yesterday I had my first skating lesson.
I had been on skates a couple of times in my life, probably the last time was when I was 14 or so. When I found out one of my co-workers taught children how to skate, I figured he could teach me too. After all, I have a nice ice skating pond behind my house, I might as well be able to enjoy it.
The lesson went pretty well. I practiced t-starts, stopping, walking like a duck, picking myself up off the ice. Surprisingly, given my lack of coordination, I could actually glide around the ice a little. I'll be back for another lesson next Thursday.
This is the first apple pie I ever baked from scratch. It was entirely from scratch including the dough. It turned out good. This pie looked and smelled amazing. The only minor problem was that the apples came out a little soupier than I expected and I should have left more crust around the edge of the pie tin. It wasn't as good as my mom's apple pie, but it was pretty good.
Green Bay is now 0-2 for the regular season. While the last game wasn't a blow-out it looks like it's going to be a long, long season.
The old man is back from the sea.
I finally made biscuits and gravy from scratch. The biscuits were amazing. The gravy was ok.
I think I couldn't enjoy the gravy properly because I had a little too much guilt about eating so much pork fat.
When I was young and foolish, I thought that one of the main requirements for a wife was that she be able to cook me breakfast like this one. Funny how love will make you toss your requirements right out the window.
I've always meant to send a secret to the postsecret web site. Since I had extra time over the weekend I printed out the address with the intention of making a postcard. I lost the address in a pile of other papers and got engaged in dealing with my thorny brush pile. When I got home from the State Fair on Monday the postsecret address was taped to the fridge with a question in what appears to be a womans handwriting.














