Yesterday we went to Baltimore. Two of our sights during our tour were unexpected surprises.
As we were driving around (I have no idea where) we passed the Charm City Cakes bakery and I got to see what I can only assume was Duff's motorcycle and I think the delivery van. It was great. Getting into the actual bakery is "By Appointment Only"...and cakes start out at $500 so we did not have an appointment and had to get our dessert fix elsewhere...and boy did we ever!
Next up was Hampden. Quirky, old, and home to Dangerously Delicious Pies. We selected a Baltimore Bomb which involved the infamous Baltimore Berger cookie. We were lucky enough to get one straight from the oven and the smell was insane. When we arrived back home we cut ourselves some slices, warmed them up and tasted the most decedent pie ever. This, once again, sparked my desire to someday have a pie shop (which at one point was a cookie shop idea...may eventually be pie and cookies because really...what more perfect desserts could you want at the end of a meal?)
So on a rainy and blah Saturday I checked-off two venues off my Food Network "Someday I want to go there..." List.
Note to Self: Buying an entire pie for two people who are not beach ready, but will be leaving for the Caribbean in two weeks is not wise.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Teeth
So last week I went to the dentist. As I believe I have mentioned before (but am too lazy to look up my previous "dentist" post(s) ) I never hated the dentist until I became an adult. Strange, but true. At this check-up I received the most devastating news. I had not one, but two cavities?! I have never had a cavity in my life and now...two?! The dental hygienist again recommended that a change one of my regular medications (to which in my head I responded, "No way, it took me forever to find it, screw teeth! Literally rip out my teeth and give me screw-in teeth!") This was not the most devastating part of the news.
I finally have to have my wisdom teeth removed.
I have pretty much spent my teenage years to the present avoiding this very situation. I have extremely small teeth and quite the large mouth. Sadly, even though three of my four wisdom teeth are settled in just fine, one of them is being a bit of a poo and won't come out to play wreaking havoc to my gums. This messed up tooth is home to one of my cavities, and, no surprise, the other is located in the tooth right next to it. There is no turning back now...apparently all four must be removed*.
The hygienist proceeded to tell me how she was a "big chicken". I mentioned that I needed recommendations since I wasn't a huge fan of the guy that removed Hubby's wisdom teeth. She got all excited and told me the oral surgeon who removed her wisdom teeth (as well as many others she named which I forget) was great and "very attractive". I believe I managed to get out a muffled giggle so she would feel like she had done her job and made me feel more comfortable.
Yesterday, I attempted to look up the oral surgeon that had been recommended...granted she only gave me a last name and the fact that he was "very attractive" (try plugging that into United's Dentist Locator). I found one that matches that I believe is in-network (since all others that had been recommended in the past had been out-of-network...big bummer). Once I find out if this is really "him" I will probably throw it over the fence to MrsH to do some medical investigating for me...since I'm not sure "very attractive" is on my list of qualities I want in a man who will be drugging me to sleep, ripping out pieces of my body, and watching me drool for approximately 45 minutes to an hour. Goodness gracious.
Don't even ask me how I am supposed to take the post-op medications considering I am allergic to 4 of the most common antibiotics in the world (hence the majority of the fear of this whole ordeal...who the crap knows what all I am allergic too...including anesthesia...I have no idea...) and can only take large pills (which means all but like 2 on the market, one of them being those tiny red Sudafed's that keep me and my nose in working order) using a straw which is expressly forbidden for wisdom teeth extractions (this is only because I'm a pansy, I know, I know).
So there you have it. My trip to the dentist. The goal is to get everything taken care of before vacation time...or before I pansy out...or before something worse happens to my teeth.
Phew!
*Since moving to Virginia I have also been told in so many ways by multiple dental offices that if one is with-child while still possessing her wisdom teeth her head will inevitably explode. Since this was not currently on my list of reasons why I fear childbirth, I dismissed them all as insane. Surely my amazing doctor would have pointed that out to me and I trust her judgement far more than these crazy dentists (most of which I cannot understand due to various language barriers and those ridiculous masks they refuse to take off even when just trying to have a conversation). I'm just sayin'...
Monday, March 23, 2009
Legos
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuM2H6uFG2M
This guy's Lego animation to Eddie Izzard's stand-up routines keep me entertained for quite sometime on Saturday.
Be aware language is not great, but with a British accent it's entertaining.
I also recommend the Death Star Canteen bit and I don't know the first thing about Star Wars.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Phone
Things I want out of my next cell phone:
1. Full-sized keyboard - let's face it, I text a lot.
2. No swivelling, flipping, etc. - this is what I tend to break, pretty self-explanatory.
3. Ability to sync with GoogleCalendar - for practical reasons.
4. Ability to check Gmail - for selfish reasons.
5. Picture messaging capability that includes zooming - because apparently I can't stop a list at something other than a multiple of 5.
We'll see what we can do about this list when it comes time to renew the contract...I have a feeling a Internet/data-package will be a hard-sell to Hubby =P
1. Full-sized keyboard - let's face it, I text a lot.
2. No swivelling, flipping, etc. - this is what I tend to break, pretty self-explanatory.
3. Ability to sync with GoogleCalendar - for practical reasons.
4. Ability to check Gmail - for selfish reasons.
5. Picture messaging capability that includes zooming - because apparently I can't stop a list at something other than a multiple of 5.
We'll see what we can do about this list when it comes time to renew the contract...I have a feeling a Internet/data-package will be a hard-sell to Hubby =P
Five
Things I would love to accomplish this weekend:
1. Finish reading Disciplines of a Godly Woman (a good goal considering the rest of the small group finished about a month ago...my bad). -- Apparently I have already finished...maybe "put away stack of already read books" should replace this item...
2. Put the laundry room back together from its recent renovation (which is slightly dependant on Hubby finishing said renovation).
3. Go through wedding candid photos so that I can take advantage of the Snapfish sale on 4x6 prints going on til Sunday (also dependent on the finalization of the laundry room renovation since there is currently remnants of cabinetry packaging and all the laundry room goodies blocking the doorway to the closet containing all my scrapbooking paraphernalia).
4. Make Monkey Bread...totally doable if I can convince Hubby that socializing with friends is necessary this weekend for my sanity ;-)
5. Clean the bathroom. It's time.
1. Finish reading Disciplines of a Godly Woman (a good goal considering the rest of the small group finished about a month ago...my bad). -- Apparently I have already finished...maybe "put away stack of already read books" should replace this item...
2. Put the laundry room back together from its recent renovation (which is slightly dependant on Hubby finishing said renovation).
3. Go through wedding candid photos so that I can take advantage of the Snapfish sale on 4x6 prints going on til Sunday (also dependent on the finalization of the laundry room renovation since there is currently remnants of cabinetry packaging and all the laundry room goodies blocking the doorway to the closet containing all my scrapbooking paraphernalia).
4. Make Monkey Bread...totally doable if I can convince Hubby that socializing with friends is necessary this weekend for my sanity ;-)
5. Clean the bathroom. It's time.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Travel
So it's no surprise to anyone that knows me, but I hate traveling by air. The close quarters of the plane. The germs. The fear of plummeting to my death. The list goes on and on. This past week while traveling for work I noticed several weird things (in chronological order):
1. Jack Bauer narrating the TSA Security Announcements/Instructions is a bit freaky. I admit, while he's the face of terrorist crime fighting for America, it does not necessarily instill a sense of comfort in the weary traveler. On the other hand, he IS Jack Bauer...who else is going to rid the world of terrorists, I mean come on...
2. The lady in front of me in the security line attempts to take six (no exaggeration necessary, I counted) full-sized tubes of toothpaste in her carry-on luggage. I am fairly certain, after doing a little math, that 6 tubes of toothpaste, if completely emptied into the 1-quart "zip-top bag" allowed per traveler, would overflow and still not be allowed through security. Why so much toothpaste? Perhaps she was off to visit family who had no toothpaste...but then again if you were traveling to a land with no toothpaste, wouldn't you travel with more than just a carry-on and therefore store all your over-the-limit liquids in said checked-baggage?
3. In no "real world" would eating a hamburger be acceptable before 11am. In "airport-ville" chowing down on a greasy Five Guys burger is totally acceptable at 8am...for a family of four.
4. Why do people insist on crowding around where the line will be forming to board the airplane? Each boarding pass is given a group number. If you're Group 6, why do you rush to crowd the line-forming area when Group 1 is called? What do you intend to accomplish, besides pissing off other passengers? Who wants pissed off air-travelers? I know I don't, it probably poses some sort of safety hazard.
5. I admit it. I have come to the point in my life where I am distracted by babies. I am starting to find them all adorable (it's one thing to find your family and friends children adorable, quite another to say the same thing about a stranger...in my mind at least)...see Scrubs reference for a giggle. Well on one of my four flights I sat behind a small child, not quite a baby (I am not at that point where I can guess a child's age). He had black curls and was adorable. He would pop around the seat and smile at me. This was acceptable....until...towards the end of the flight the kid started sucking on the seat. That's nasty. Want to know what's nastier? He had the biggest booger I have ever seen coming out of him...while licking the seat. Ew.
1. Jack Bauer narrating the TSA Security Announcements/Instructions is a bit freaky. I admit, while he's the face of terrorist crime fighting for America, it does not necessarily instill a sense of comfort in the weary traveler. On the other hand, he IS Jack Bauer...who else is going to rid the world of terrorists, I mean come on...
2. The lady in front of me in the security line attempts to take six (no exaggeration necessary, I counted) full-sized tubes of toothpaste in her carry-on luggage. I am fairly certain, after doing a little math, that 6 tubes of toothpaste, if completely emptied into the 1-quart "zip-top bag" allowed per traveler, would overflow and still not be allowed through security. Why so much toothpaste? Perhaps she was off to visit family who had no toothpaste...but then again if you were traveling to a land with no toothpaste, wouldn't you travel with more than just a carry-on and therefore store all your over-the-limit liquids in said checked-baggage?
3. In no "real world" would eating a hamburger be acceptable before 11am. In "airport-ville" chowing down on a greasy Five Guys burger is totally acceptable at 8am...for a family of four.
4. Why do people insist on crowding around where the line will be forming to board the airplane? Each boarding pass is given a group number. If you're Group 6, why do you rush to crowd the line-forming area when Group 1 is called? What do you intend to accomplish, besides pissing off other passengers? Who wants pissed off air-travelers? I know I don't, it probably poses some sort of safety hazard.
5. I admit it. I have come to the point in my life where I am distracted by babies. I am starting to find them all adorable (it's one thing to find your family and friends children adorable, quite another to say the same thing about a stranger...in my mind at least)...see Scrubs reference for a giggle. Well on one of my four flights I sat behind a small child, not quite a baby (I am not at that point where I can guess a child's age). He had black curls and was adorable. He would pop around the seat and smile at me. This was acceptable....until...towards the end of the flight the kid started sucking on the seat. That's nasty. Want to know what's nastier? He had the biggest booger I have ever seen coming out of him...while licking the seat. Ew.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Serve
Ministry: Shaped to Serve
by Rick Warren
God formed every creature on this planet with a special area of expertise. Some animals run, some hop, some swim, some burrow, and some fly. Each has a particular role to play based on the way they were shaped by God. The same is true with humans. Each of us is uniquely designed, or "shaped," to do certain things.
Before architects design any new building they first ask, "What will be its purpose? How will it be used?" The intended function always determines the form of the building.
Before God created you, he decided what role he wanted you to play on earth. He planned exactly how he wanted you to serve him, and then he shaped you for those tasks. You are the way you are because you were made for a specific ministry.
The Bible says, "We are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works" (Ephesians 2:10 NIV). Our English word "poem" comes from this Greek word translated "workmanship." You're God's handcrafted work of art. You're not an assembly-line product, mass-produced without thought. You're a custom designed, one-of-a-kind, original masterpiece.
God deliberately shaped and formed you to serve him in a way that makes your ministry unique. He carefully mixed the DNA recipe that created you. David praised God for this incredible personal attention to detail God gave in designing each of us: "You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous" (Psalm 139:13-14 NLT).
Not only did God shape you before your birth, he planned every day of your life to support his shaping process. David continues, "Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed" (Psalm 139:16 NLT).
This means nothing that happens in your life is insignificant. God uses all of it to mold you for your ministry to others and shape you for your service to him.
God never wastes anything. He would not give you abilities, interests, talents, gifts, personality, and life experiences unless he intended to use them for his glory. By identifying and understanding these factors you can discover God's will for your life.
The Bible says you are "wonderfully complex." You're a combination of many different factors: "The people I have shaped for myself will broadcast my praises" (Isaiah 43:21 NJB).
by Rick Warren
God formed every creature on this planet with a special area of expertise. Some animals run, some hop, some swim, some burrow, and some fly. Each has a particular role to play based on the way they were shaped by God. The same is true with humans. Each of us is uniquely designed, or "shaped," to do certain things.
Before architects design any new building they first ask, "What will be its purpose? How will it be used?" The intended function always determines the form of the building.
Before God created you, he decided what role he wanted you to play on earth. He planned exactly how he wanted you to serve him, and then he shaped you for those tasks. You are the way you are because you were made for a specific ministry.
The Bible says, "We are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works" (Ephesians 2:10 NIV). Our English word "poem" comes from this Greek word translated "workmanship." You're God's handcrafted work of art. You're not an assembly-line product, mass-produced without thought. You're a custom designed, one-of-a-kind, original masterpiece.
God deliberately shaped and formed you to serve him in a way that makes your ministry unique. He carefully mixed the DNA recipe that created you. David praised God for this incredible personal attention to detail God gave in designing each of us: "You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous" (Psalm 139:13-14 NLT).
Not only did God shape you before your birth, he planned every day of your life to support his shaping process. David continues, "Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed" (Psalm 139:16 NLT).
This means nothing that happens in your life is insignificant. God uses all of it to mold you for your ministry to others and shape you for your service to him.
God never wastes anything. He would not give you abilities, interests, talents, gifts, personality, and life experiences unless he intended to use them for his glory. By identifying and understanding these factors you can discover God's will for your life.
The Bible says you are "wonderfully complex." You're a combination of many different factors: "The people I have shaped for myself will broadcast my praises" (Isaiah 43:21 NJB).
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