I adapted these garlic and cinnamon-raisin versions from the recipe supplied in the NYT by 1) adding a bowlful of squishy roasted garlic to one dough and 2) adding cinnamon and raisins to the other dough, followed by a squirt of honey as I formed it into a ball. The original recipe, however, is delicious in itself.

I can upload photos!

Flash 10 + Wordpress = pure evil

Stephen Colbert to Bill O’Reilly: “People criticize what you say, but they never give you credit for how loud you say it.”

Ah, 2009.  Thanks for dropping by.  2008 became so stale and tired and unwanted so quickly.

2009, you and I are grabbing the bull by the horns.

F* the economy. F* the war. F* our finances.

Things that need to be done just damn well need to be done. Like it or not.

Plod along.

I cannot get my photos to upload for some reason, although I am sure that I have not been in the innards of my website for months.

My time has been spent thusly:

In-laws have been here for a month and a half,

I finished my master’s project,

I did not register to graduate last September,

I will probably have to take another class to officially graduate because credits begin to expire,

I have been subbing quite a bit,

I really like it,

I only sub in PonyBoy’s school,

having the in-laws here is really nice for childcare,

I don’t know what to do after they leave,

finishing that not-a-thesis took a lot of time and mental energy,

Christmas was fun,

I’m glad it’s over,

my sister-in-law came today for a two week stay,

etc.

The rock, in this case, is not only the writing of my (not-a-)thesis/master’s project, but also the incredible load off of my mind of having done it after so many freaking years of having it way on a back burner to shame me with every passing thought.  On the other hand, this might be a cart-before-horse situation because 1) it’s only a draft to my advisor for any feedback and 2) I failed to register to graduate so I may have to take a class next semester to refresh my oldest grad school credits because I can’t actually graduate this year unless omeone happens to have a time machine that can trasport me back to September 26, the last day to register to graduate. And, I’m not even talking “graduation ceremony” graduate - just plain old “Hey, you’re done” graduate.

In any case, I’ve been at a total loss for the past forty-eight hours or so. What do I do with myself? My in-laws are here. I just came up from a very intense holiday week of writing, cursing, mumbling to myself, and writing some more. Except for the days that I was sick and just kept sleeping, waking up, and going back to sleep.

Thanksgiving? What was that? (Oh, yeah. Waistline is showing the pumpkin pie, unfortunately.)

Hopefully I shan’t need to edit my work too much. A 3-credit course, even if it is for a master’s project or a not-a-thesis, should only theoretically take about ninety to one hundred hours of work. I don’t think I could ever get a PhD because I could not write a dissertation. Ever.

Hello, world.

Schools here are having a teacher in-service day in order to keep the crowds of strangers at polling locations away from the students. Or vice versa. In either case, I think it’s a good idea. My children think it’s a great idea - they’re having a fun time with their extra day together.

Fingers - crossed.