Count the fantastics, win a prize
Reading: Back on my soapbox – Karen’s reading recs for National Bookstore Day [which was Sunday, but you can celebrate every day]
Listening: Killer Dude, my daughter’s friend’s band. I LOVE them. Updated late-80s R&B/electronic Prince-ish sound with — I am trying to remember who the vocals remind me of. But it’s this awesome little girl I’ve known since she was 12 and she is all grown up now and sounds like real music and they are seriously fantastic.
Making: Chocolate pudding
Winning: 2nd place in the Taco truck photo contest [prize being $5 towards tacos, which is a full lunch for two] and some cool housewares from Daisy’s [on Park next to Tucker’s, she just put out her always-fantastic collection of ornaments, and year-round all kinds of wonderful bits of decor].
[I uploaded a bunch of photos of jewelry last night, here.]
My craft show reception is Friday. I forgot to take pictures of a bunch of the jewelry I made before I took them over to the café last week [I missed 5 necklaces, 3 bracelets, and 3 ribbon-ties, big oversight!]. I’m going for coffee with J. today so we’ll see if any of them sold already and shoot the rest.
That pudding was amazing except for not quite solidifying before I went to bed last night. I had some anyway. I used semi-sweet chips instead of milk chocolate, because that is how I roll. Delicious, even in a not-quite-gelatinous state.
We went to PE today for the first time in almost a month. They’ve been doing construction in the weight room all semester and today there was such a strong chemical smell that it sent me into a horrendous coughing fit that caused me to throw up the nothing that was in the stomach [which is beige! what??] and got me a lecture from Coach about not coming to her class when I’m sick.
Anyway. I got my heart rate up to 160 [thank you, Prince and 2-2-2-Tootsie Roll!] and am all sweaty. It feels good and I am ready to go again tomorrow except it’s a holiday.
“The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.”
—Allan K. Chalmers