A Spiral, A Skeleton, and Some Skin

Sophie's into drawing circles lately. And spirals. This one on the porch caught my eye, and I thought it was pretty impressive for a two-year-old.

This handsome fellow is my semi-annual craft. (I don't do a lot of them, can you tell?) I found this kit at Michael's for next to nothing, so I bought it, let Sophie paint all over the pieces, then put it together and we gave it to Steve for his birthday. Appropriate for a chiropractor-in-training, eh? I think he loves it. It's sitting on his dresser as we speak.

Actually for our birthdays we decided that we needed a night out. Our last child-less date was our anniversary last year in September. It was time to ditch the kiddos. Best birthday present ever.

I like the polka dot pelvis.

I don't think I mentioned that I got one of the worst sunburns of my life last week. I took the girls to the pool and had enough sense to put sunscreen on them, but not on me. Seriously, what was I thinking? Thanks to my SPF 15 facial moisturizer, my face was saved, but my poor back, who hadn't seen that much sun in years, fried up like a pizza under a broiler. (Whoa, control your thoughts at 10PM, Nat.) Not only was my skin on fire, but it felt like my muscles were somehow fried, too. I was sore to the bone. I've been basically "untouchable" for almost a week now, which included Steve's birthday, my first adjustment by him at the clinic (I still let him, but it hurt), and one day last week when he got out of class early and we could have gone to the beach. I ruined EVERYTHING!

Now I'm in the itchy-peeling stage. And, well, . . . not to get all nudey on you or anything, but

This is just as much of me as you would see if I had my suit on. I promise.

anyone up to a peel fest? I know my sister would jump at this. Maybe my mom, too. I tried to peel it off myself, but got cramps in my neck.

Explanation and Our Birthdays

I've had a lot of people ask me about that photo, so here's the story . . . (although it really isn't much of one) All of your captions were hilarious. You really didn't expect me to pick just one, did you? (Or to send a piece of cake through the mail, . . . c'mon.)

I was in the kitchen making dinner and had to put Ivy down in the living room because I needed both hands for something. I figured Steve could watch her because he was out front with Sophie and the door was open.

Only he wasn't out front. He had taken Sophie for a walk down the street. After a few minutes I hear a little yelp from the porch (which is literally 8 steps from the kitchen) and I found Ivy on the welcome mat looking a little confused.

That's all. It was a classic case of both parents thinking the other was watching the child. It was just funny to see her on the porch like that. The same thing happened Saturday as we were hauling some things to the neighbor's house. Only that time she made it down without falling out of the house. She's a determined little bugger.

I had a great birthday yesterday. It seemed like any other Monday except Steve came home from school early, he cleaned up the kitchen after dinner like I do it (Am I the only one who has a different definition of "doing the dishes" than my husband? I doubt it. Steve's a rockstar.), and I turned 29 for the first time, which means I've officially stopped aging. It was a good day.

Steve's birthday is tomorrow. He's going to be ahem30ahem. (Unlike women, men continue to age after 29.) I think he's fine with it, though. If it bugs him he hasn't said anything. (Which isn't surprising. I'm the vocal one out of the two of us.)

I have some pics and things to post from a shin-dig we had on Saturday, but in the meantime . . .

Happy Birthday Hon!

More Thoughts on Privacy

Thanks for all of the comments!! I was glad to hear good, reasonable opinions for both sides of the private/public blog issue. I got the impression, though, that most of you have private blogs just because you want your privacy -- not necessarily because you're afraid of weirdos. I guess that never occurred to me because I'm a pretty open person. Like, really open. If you pick the right topic, I'll talk your ear off and probably tell you more about myself than you'd like to know. (Thus, I'm really bad at keeping secrets, but if I tell just one person, I'm OK. Luckily Steve is a vault. Or forgetful. Ya, he probably forgets. We're a great pair.)

So, for now I decided to keep my blog public, but try to keep it as separate from my food blog as I can. I may either move this blog to Wordpress or have a separate Blogger account for Perrys' Plate. Logging in and out of Blogger for two different accounts might drive me batty, though. Sigh. I'll think about it some more.

Oh, and one final matter of business and also a case-in-point for my argument against private blogs...

BETH?? Are you there, Beth??

You've told me a couple times that you don't have my email address to invite me to your newly private blog. Because I can't get to your profile anymore, and I don't have your email address, I couldn't send you mine. The only way I can contact you is posting on my own blog. (Sorry if I'm embarrassing you.) So . . . I'd love an invite! And I'm sorry again for forgetting to leave a comment before your blog went underground. To find my email address . . .

Click over to my food blog from the "What's on the Plate?" widget on the right.
Click on the "Contact" tab at the top.
Voila, there's my addy.

I'm sure you won't mind a couple of clicks to find my address because I'll be clicking on your blog more than I ever did when it was public. *wink*

Thoughts on Privacy

I've been thinking a lot about privacy and blogs lately. No, I'm not going to make my blog private (. . . yet. But the thought has crossed my mind.)

Over the past year I've gotten a lot of traffic to my personal blog from my food blog via my profile. I've taken my personal blog off my profile, then put it back on, then off, then on, then off, then back on today. I can't decide if I should be paranoid that some random person searching for Applebee's Fiesta Lime Chicken (that's the most popular Google hit) wanders over through my profile, clicks on my personal blog and sees pictures of my kids. Most people who wander over are probably harmless, I'm sure. I can't imagine many pedophiles search for recipes online.

I'm usually good about not giving out exact locations or any identifying information about us. It helps having a Google-proof husband, too. (Try googling "Steve Perry" and see if you find him. I dare you.) And I think of the thousands, if not millions of blogs out there, many of which are family-oriented. With all those blogs out there is someone really going to search through my blog to find a slip-up or honestly try to find me? I doubt anyone would be able to find my blog if they happened to find a piece of garbage with my name on it, either. I've also had problems with spammers leaving comments, but all they want to do is advertise some lame website. Putting comment moderation into place elminated those entirely. But still . . . the unknowns sort of eat at my brain.

Private blogs drive me crazy, though -- mostly because you have to manually check them instead of letting a feed reader do the work. (I have over 200 subscriptions in my reader. There's no way I would be clicking on all those sites everyday if I had to.) And half of the private blogs that I have in my bookmark folder aren't even updated more than once every few months.

I guess what I'm trying to say, is . . . I want your opinions. If you have a private blog, why did you do it? Do you really feel threatened? If you're blog isn't private, do you feel completely comfortable that way? Why?

Collages

I don't take enough pictures on Sunday morning when the girls are dressed for church. It's usually a mad rush out the door

I was messing around in Picasa today, and I wondered how a cropped picture pile collage would look in a blog post. Now I know. I kinda like it.

I also wonder if I could make a header out of a Picasa collage, because I've been itching to change my header. I love that picture of the two of them, but Ivy is leaps and bounds from that motionless lump in a blanket.

Totally unrelated -- I was summoned for jury duty. Thanks to Ivy, I can postpone for year because I'm nursing. Hopefully I won't be nursing her a year from now, but if she has her way I probably will be. Sigh.

Tidbits

I hesitate saying this publicly, but I'll do it anyway. I'm getting tired of pink. Getting the girls dressed in the morning is more often than not deciding what shade of pink to put on them. When I buy clothes for them, I gravitate toward pink because it's cute. And I know it'll match other things they have. But day after day of pepto-colored clothing is starting to wear on me. Don't get me wrong, I won't hate pink forever. I just need a break. Or a baby boy. No, just a break will do for now.

We picked up a bed off of Craigslist last night (Solid oak for $40. Sweet.) for Sophie and have yet to get a mattress or bedding for it. I've been looking around the last few days, but due to my temporary aversion to pink, I'm getting frustrated. I can't seem to find something that's relatively cheap, doesn't have Hannah Montana or Disney Princesses, isn't prissy looking or entirely pink. I ordered a set today, so I'll let you know if it flies.

Steve's officially in the clinic!

My wedding ring is giving me a weird eczema-like rash on my fingers. I haven't worn it since the 4th of July and it seems to be doing better.

Sophie dropped a bunch of raisins on the kitchen floor this afternoon and said, "Eh, Heck!" (translation: What the heck?) She also said, "Dane-it" (Dangit) yesterday, too. I'm glad I don't usually swear (unless I'm really mad), or else this could be a lot worse.

We ate a lot of popsicles when it was hot. Sophie liked the coconut-lime ones. It's not supposed to get above 75 until Saturday so Mom's a happy camper.

I Can't Explain My Joy to You

*This post may be meaningless if you've never lived in Utah.*

I have some big news. Are you ready for this?

Idaho Falls has a Cafe Rio.

IDAHO FALLS HAS A CAFE RIO!

Yes, quaint little Idaho Falls, Idaho. There have only been a couple other times where I've been this proud of my little hometown. (Fourth of July fireworks, attaining official "metro" status, and the opening of the GAP, just to name a few.)

I had my precious shredded chicken salad today first time in almost a year. And I didn't have to go to Utah.

*Sigh*

Lent and Gluten

Steve and I decided to give something up for Lent. No, we're not Catholic, but some of our friends and family (go Mary!) do it for fun, and they aren't Catholic either. Sometimes I think it's silly, but I like having an excuse to push myself to do something I wouldn't normally do. (Or something that I probably should do, but don't have the willpower - like my Lent goal a few years ago of giving up sweets. It was actually easier than I thought it would be, but I was frustrated that I hadn't lost an ounce of weight.)

So, we're giving up gluten. That's right. For the next 40 days we're going to be eating gluten-free. (If you're not familiar with "gluten-free", it's basically giving up everything that has wheat flour in it, as well as barley and rye, but we don't usually eat much of that anyway. A lot of people have gluten intolerances and either give this stuff up or get sick.) Not that gluten is a bad thing . . . we're just curious to see what it would be like. We're already eating a lot less bread and pasta to cut out some carbs, so I don't think it will be torture. What might be tough is cutting out pizza. And cookies. And our weekly pancakes/waffles (or at least changing them drastically).

I'm anxious to see if this will allow me to drop the remaining 10 prego-pounds I'm carrying around more quickly. Probably not if my ice cream consumption increases as my gluten consumption decreases.

P.S. Mary, I didn't even notice until now that you weren't on my blogroll. Forgive me, cuz

On a Lighter Note

I've been whining a lot lately. This morning was kinda cruddy, too, but I'm better now. And I'm getting situated on my new hard drive. I forget how much work it is to redo all the toolbar buttons on my browser and re-enter all my passwords for login sites. And installing all my programs. Ugh. Still no word on recovering my stuff.

I had another notebook in OneNote where I dragged and dropped things that I liked from websites -- mostly home decorating websites and blogs. Yes, I think about how I want my house to look someday.

I wanted to show you a photo from a cute little blog called Small Space Style that I dragged over right before my digital world had its apocalypse. I'd love to see what the whole kitchen looked like, but I have no idea where she got this photo from.

I LOVE this.
I love the cabinets.
I love the windows.
I love the floor.
I love all the glass bowls and pedestals with cute things in them. (Although they probably won't last long with children in the house.)
I love the contrast of fancy and rustic.
I love the candelabra and the wall sconce.
I love the table.
The stools are growing on me.

Most of all I love that chandelier. I never thought to put one in the kitchen. I'm doing it.

Good News Bad News

Good News: Things have been going smoother at home. I've found I have a lot more patience with Sophie when I have a little quiet time to myself everyday, and when I don't expect too much out of her. I need to remember that she's not even two yet.

Bad News: Steve had to go to Utah this weekend (Army stuff). He was supposed to leave Friday night, but his flight got canceled. He thought he might not have to go because he'd be flying back tonight regardless of when he left. They still wanted him, so he left last night. Right now he's probably on the plane coming home from his 24 hour trip.

Good News: I managed pretty well while he was gone. Evenings are the hardest with the girls because they both get cranky. I've managed two nights of bath times by myself, and I streamlined it so I bathe them basically at the same time. Sometimes I amaze myself.

Bad News: I've had an icky hacking cough for the past few days and I sound like a frog.

Good News: The girls here threw me a little surprise baby shower. (Thanks ladies -- it was fun!)

Bad News: I still have some of the gift bags sitting in the living room. I ran upstairs this afternoon to check on something and left Sophie by herself for about 90 seconds. I came back down to see her with an open bottle of Baby Magic and two huge spots on the couch the size of dinner plates. Have you ever tried to clean up soap from upholstery? I scrubbed. It foamed. I scrubbed some more. It foamed some more. I got it really wet, then scrubbed again. By then the original dirty spot had increased in size by about 10, and it foamed even more. I didn't know what to do, so I put a towel over it and hoped it would dry quickly. Unfortunately it's in the spot where we sit the most, and now it makes a squishy foaming sound like you're sitting on bubbles. We may have to rent the carpet cleaner again.

Good News: We had planned to get tickets to see Wicked in San Francisco next month. The school was selling tickets to the students at a crazy price. We had arranged for Steve's mom to come stay with the girls because we wouldn't get home before midnight.

Bad News: Apparently a lot of other people had the same plans. The tickets sold out an hour before they were supposed to go on sale. LAME! It was suppsed to be awesome. Steve and I haven't gone out by ourselves that much.

There's nothing worse than when your computer is over. Very yes.

Potentially the Worst News So Far: The hard drive on my laptop died. It was making weird clacking noises one night, then the next morning the noises were even louder. Instead of booting up, I got a black screen that said it couldn't find my hard drive. I know my way pretty well around a computer, but when it did that, I immediately went to Steve and started whimpering. He may be able to get the data off of it with one more trick up his sleeve, but he hasn't tried yet. I'm using Steve's old hard drive for now, and we're trying to figure out if he can save my stuff before I start loading photos again.

Luckily (very luckily), Steve moved the most recent photos and movies of the girls last week to an external hard drive where we store everything. We do that periodically because it won't fit on my hard drive. None of that will be lost. PHEW. The rest of the data isn't so lucky....

Potential casualties:
1. My OneNote Recipe file. This contains HUNDREDS of recipes. Basically everything that's posted to my recipe blog plus around a hundred or so more that are on my "I want to try this" list. This isn't as bad as it seems because I emailed this file to a friend a few months ago, so I can pull an older version from my Gmail. I'll lose all the stuff I added in the last couple of months, but it won't be the end of the world.

2. My BookSmart file. Because I don't scrapbook, I consider my blog sort of a scrapbook/unprivate journal. There's a free program called BookSmart that "slurps" your blog, then you can drag and drop photos and posts into a book format. Then you can have the book printed. I'd spent hours and HOURS laying out the first two years of my blog into this file. We're talking over 150 pages of stuff. I may lose this. ALL of it. No "luckily's" on this one. I might cry.

3. My Food Photos. Pretty much ALL of the photos I've taken for my food blog will be toast. Luckily (sort of) I don't have a backlog of things to post, but the ones on the blog are shrunken files from the originals. (This is bad if I plan on printing out my recipe blog because I need the originals for this.)

There are other things, too, but not as devestating.

I'll let you know if Steve recovers this stuff so you won't have to feel sorry for me.

I got my hair cut yesterday. That makes me feel a teensy bit better.

Announcements

1. If you haven't noticed, I added an "Email subscription" box to the side panel. Some of you use feed readers like Google Reader (my favorite), so you won't need this. For the rest of you who are still manually clicking on all of your friends' blogs to check for updates, I really, really, hope you start using a feed reader. It will change your life and save you a LOT of time. But if you still refuse, you can receive updates from here by email and it will save you a click.

2. I also took off the link to my Etsy store. I've spread myself pretty thin the last few months and my store has been frighteningly neglected. Running an Etsy store successfully takes a lot of time and attention -- both of which I'm short of. I quit making things and started posting more vintage items I picked up at estate sales, but then I quit going to estate sales.

So, I've decided to let my items expire (they expire 4 months from the post date), and maybe close the store after that. Learning to make jewelry was a fun little hobby that kept me busy for a while, but now I don't need another reason to be busy. I'll keep my supplies and make things here and there, but I won't be selling anything online.

If anyone wants anything from my store, just email me. I'll knock 50% off the clearance items and 75% off everything else. Instead of making you go through an Etsy transaction, I'll simply pull it out and give it to you. If you live far away, I'd be happy to mail it. Shipping is a flat $3.00.

Here's what's left... by the way, this group of pics isn't a link. Click HERE to go to the store. I'll leave a little reminder on the side panel where my Etsy gadget used to be.

Relief

I finished Breaking Dawn today, and I think I'm more relieved than anything. No more Twilight books. Hurray.

Yes, it sucked me in, but this book was more like watching a train wreck. I couldn't stop reading no matter how ridiculous it got. And just when I thought it couldn't get more ridiculous, I got through a few more chapters and found even more reasons why these books drive me crazy.

Sorry, this might be blasphemous to a lot of you who are crazy Stephenie Meyer (SM) fans. I guess I am one, too -- a fan. Just not crazy. She puts enough redeeming qualities in her books to tilt the scale towards making me want to read whatever else she writes.

If anyone cares to know how I feel about the Twilight books, including this one, read on. There aren't any spoilers. I'm not that cruel. I'll start with the things that drove me nuts so I can end on a good note.

Why these books drove me crazy:
Repetition. SM repeated things over and over and over . . . and over. And gave way too much detail about everything else. There are a few classic paragraphs that grace about every other page: "How beautiful Edward is", "How Bella would absolutely die without Edward", and "How Bella feels unworthy/not attractive enough/too clumsy/too mortal for the love that Edward has for her". I get it. You only had to say it once or twice.
Bella. The main character herself drove me more nuts with each book I read. She's overdramatic, recklessly self-sacrificing, and would be more at home in a Jane Austen novel. She is 18, so I'll cut her a little slack.
Predictability. Most of the characters in the book are very one-dimensional and extremely predictable. If it weren't for the crazy twists and turns in the plot, she would have lost my interest after the first book. I like to be surprised when I read.

Why I couldn't stop reading them:
SM's imagination. I loved the way she characterizes vampires and werewolves. Similar to the Harry Potter books, SM created a whole other world of creatures that no one knows exists. She put in so much detail and history, it almost has me convinced they're real. Almost. And after reading all the books, I feel like I'm a vampire/werewolf expert. Don't you?
Edward and Jacob. I felt torn between these two. And the fact that Edward is ridiculously good-looking was nice, too. It's going to be hard watching "Cedric Diggory" in the movie.
The end. Probably the only other reason why I lasted this long was because I had to know how all of this crazy crap ended. I hate reading books or watching movies of which I never find out the resolution. Even if they're way cheesy. I have to know. Now I do. And on a side note -- the end of this book did redeem itself from the ridiculousness of the prior 600 pages.

Still Here

I sort of dropped off the face of the earth because I've been in a Suzuki Piano teacher training all week. Here are a few highlights from yesterday that I might expand on later. Or maybe not because I really don't want to dwell on any of them.

1. My teacher trainer suggested that I take a few lessons because it had been a while since I'd been in lessons, and I'd picked up some bad habits over the years. That's not something you want to hear when you're trying to teach.

2. A lady in a store said to me, "Wow, are you almost due?" To which I replied, "No, not even close. I'm 20 weeks. But thanks!"

3. Will got kicked off of So You Think You Can Dance last night, which was devastating.

I'm going to the mall today.

Suspicion

Last week Steve came home with a bouquet of flowers for me. Half-jokingly, I asked him, "What did you do?" Then I asked him, "What are you going to do?" When he seemed a little put off by my suspicious questions, I should have stopped. But my mouth, which has gotten me into trouble most of my life, just had to blurt out, "Oh, is this for making me drive to the school this afternoon for no reason?"

"If that's how you want to think of it, than sure," he replied.

This was the first time since we were engaged, five years ago, that he has given me flowers for no reason. Steve's not the shower-me-with-gifts-to-show-he-loves-me type. He shows it in more subtle ways like finishing up the dishes when I'm tired or taking Sophie outside so I can get some things done around the house. Or making sure the oil is changed in the car, my phone is charged, the garbage is out on the curb every week, and the ice bin is full (I can't live without ice.). I love getting flowers, but if I had to choose, I'd much rather have the little things he does.

You can't blame me for being suspicious, but still, I should have simply hugged him and thanked him with a kiss. Thanks, hon.

Camping

Steve and I had a conversation after we got back from his family reunion "camp-out" about what we thought the definition of camping is. Since camping is on my list of favorite things to do right between watching Country Music Television and having a cavity drilled, my definition was quite different from his. (By the way, I've had a cavity drilled while watching CMT and let me tell you . . . between that and the dentist humming as he drilled, I couldn't bring myself to go back.)

Our conversation went a little like this . . .

Me: "That place was a lot nicer than I thought it was going to be. It made camping not so awful."

Steve: "That wasn't camping."

Me: "Yes, it was."

Steve: "There was a pool there. And showers. And we even had our own room with real beds."

Me: "So? It was still camping."

Steve: "What made it camping?"

Me: "Um . . . being out in the middle of nowhere."

Steve: "So is staying in a nice cabin considered camping if it's out in the middle of nowhere?"

Me: "No."

Steve: "Why?"

Me: "Because . . . it's nicer. And the bathrooms are right next to you."

Steve: "What about staying in a motorhome? The bathrooms are pretty close in there."

Me: "That's camping."

Steve: "Why?"

Me: "Um . . . because you're cramped. And . . . you have to bring all your food with you."

Steve: "So what about a hotel? You have a bathroom, but no food."

Me: "That's not camping because you're in a huge, nice building in the middle of civilization."

and on and on it went....

Basically it came down to this:

Nat's definition of camping: out in the middle of nowhere, distant proximity to a bathroom/shower (farther from down the hall), and having to bring all your food with you. If you're staying at a "campground", it's camping no matter where you sleep and what facilities you have, even if it has a pool. Cabins are not found at campgrounds.

Steve's definition of camping: not sure because he backed me into a corner the whole time, making me defend myself. I have a feeling it's something like, . . . no pool, sleeping in a tent, no bathrooms, middle of nowhere, hunting your own food, making fires without matches and growing a beard.

**FYI, I went to girls camp with my stake six years in a row. Five of those years was in a tent. Two or three were without sinks, showers, and flushable toilets. I've been camping. I've paid my dues. As far as I'm concerned, why on earth would you sleep on the ground in the freezing cold with all the bugs when you have a nice warm bed at home?

Doesn't Everyone Wash Their Bread?

I was pulling some wet towels from the washer the other day and noticed that there was bread on everything. Not just crumbs, but chunks of soggy bread stuck to every single thing in the washer.

"What the . . ." I thought. As weird as it was, I wasn't that surprised. If you saw where my washer sits, you wouldn't be that surprised either.

Our quirky little homes here on "chiropractic row" have the convenience of all major appliances in one room: the kitchen. All of them -- fridge, stove, washer, dryer, hot water heater. All except the dishwasher, which should be in the kitchen, but is actually in the dining area. While this has its benefits, it also has its drawbacks, such as having all your clothes smell like Thai coconut curry because you forgot to take them out of the dryer before making dinner. . .

or having all your towels covered with pieces of bread. I think one of two things happened. I often make bread in my bread machine, and when it comes out, I cover it with a towel so it can cool without drying out. The bread towel is usually covered with crumbs, but may have had a whole slice of bread in there this time.

Or Sophie may have found a good-sized chunk of bread on the kitchen floor and threw it into the laundry basket, which often sits in front of the washer. (I don't know how a piece of bread that size would have ended up on my immaculate kitchen floor, which is always shiny and food-free. Smashed Cheerios? Squished bananas that have hardened into petrified lumps? Sticky spots from dropped strawberries that have collected fuzz from who-knows-where? Nope. Not on my floor. ;))

Ya, so another rinse cycle took care of most of the bread and the lint catcher in the dryer caught the rest. If I do have a rogue bread crumb in my hair, please let me know.

Memorial Day Late

I feel like a horse's backside for not posting something yesterday. After all we've gone through with Steve being in the military, I should be shouting praises from the rooftops to the troops who have given their lives for our country. I really am grateful, but I tend to keep military-related things, especially personal feelings, to myself. Although Steve has been back from Afghanistan for three years now (on Sunday to be exact), I still have emotional "shudders" from when he was gone. It's a sensitive subject if I delve to deeply.

Just know that I'm proud of Steve and the rest of the men and women for serving our country, and I pray for those whose loved ones gave their lives.

Governor's Day celebration at Camp Williams in UT. September 2007.

"Gimme a Hug"

isn't something you'd expect to hear from the person you just rear-ended. Rear-ended is a strong word, though. Our bumpers "kissed" as I simultaneously rolled to a stop and stared out my side window in a daze.

We both pull over. A girl about my age with long blond hair pulled severely into a ponytail gets out of her car. We both inspect the tiny, circular scratch on the bumper of her Camaro.

"Don't worry about it, honey" she says.

"Are you sure?"

"Yah. Gimme a hug."

We embrace for a second, then return to our cars and merge back into traffic.

Stuff White People Like

I ran across this blog a while ago and thought it was pretty funny. It's called, "Stuff White People Like". The guy who writes it basically pokes fun at things that, well, white people typically like. I liked it enough to add it to my fav link list over there. Check it out and tell me what you think!

Pics in a Minute

I just told my mom I was going to post more pics of Sophie, but I noticed a friend of mine had taken a typing test and posted it to her blog. I can't pass up a typing test.

95 words

I didn't miss any words, but I also backspaced a few times to correct myself. I think that would have lowered my score on any other typing test. I liked this one. :)