Hidden Talents

I love discovering people's hidden talents.

Some people can sing beautifully.

Some people can play musical instruments.

Some people are born athletes.

Some people can remember anything they've read.

Some people can just plain dance, and that's something that can't be taught.

Me? you ask. Here, I'll demonstrate.


I can hold a piece of paper in the crease between my eyes.

A different angle. Well really the same angle.

I can fold my tongue in half.


Closer.


Now, I'm doing them both at the same time, that was actually pretty hard.

He's Gone...

Another guard weekend.


I need honest feedback on this. How many of you (all 7 of you) "blog stalk"? Read blogs of people you don't know. It's okay to admit it, you're among friends here. I do it.

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Today someone at work had some cookies. When she offered me one, she said "These are from Sweden and they're divine. Why don't you try one? By the way, your face is looking fatter. Did I mention those cookies are from Sweden?"

"I think I will have a cookie thank you very much. I've actually lost 6 pounds recently, and these cookies are from Ikea."

A great teacher and a wicked enema.

My husband loves to water ski, and he's pretty good at it. In an effort to expand my horizons, I decided to learn to water ski at the end of last summer. At the start of the water skiing season this year I was able to get up on a ski and cross the wake. I decided on our camping trip it was time to take it to the next level, it was time for me to learn how to cut.

My bro-in-law Chris is a great teacher, he's patient when he needs to be, yet dishing out tough love when needed as well. Like the time he told me "that grip's not going to *fudging* cut it."

Well, Chris gave me some instructions and guess what happened? I had my first real cut, it was awesome.

So in a shameless self-promotion, I'm posting two pictures of myself.


This picture is one of the first trips to the lake this year (I'm quite embarassed to post this picture, it's not very flattering).

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This photo is my honest to goodness cut. Thanks for the lessons Chris, I know you're reading this.

One piece of instruction that Chris gave me that I'll only forget once, "Don't pull the rope into your body when crossing the wake. Trust the boat." If you pull the rope in, the ski goes out from under you and no matter how hard you squeeze your cheeks, you're getting an enema, and it's going to feel like nothing you've ever experienced, ever. Note to self: Listen to Chris when he tells you to do something.

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I remember the first time I made dinner as a married woman. I thought to myself, "I have to do this every single day for the rest of my life." I typically really enjoy cooking, however, this week I'm feeling a little uninspired.

I thought I'd share my meal plan for the week with y'all.
Monday: BLT's no sides
Tuesday: BLT's with cottage cheese and mandarin oranges
Wednesday: BLT's with peaches and cottage cheese
Thursday: BLT's with apricots
Friday: BLT's and a milkshake, just kidding about the milkshake, but ever since I saw this having a milkshake is all I can think about. I'll have a diet coke.

I'm pretty sure all that bacon will kill me, kill me softly, kill me softly with it's love.

PostScript:For anyone interested, Kirstin was quoting Christmas Vacation.