Saturday, December 27, 2008
Here's some footage from this year:
The top right picture, the one of the package of gum is actually gum created "for hunters." Here's my favorite part of the package:
He's headed to San Antonio in January for a conference and will commence shopping for Stocking Stuffers '09.
And I can't wait. :)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Tomorrow is the Christmas Eve service, and then it's time for Super.Stocking.Stuffers '08. But more on that later.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Then, there was Reba. I am not making up her name.
Let me back up and say that while we went through security there was a lady they had taken aside who had a wrapped Christmas present that was apparently "full of liquid." I thought nothing of it, though she really was giving the TSA lady a hard time.
Fast forward to the plane and this old lady with red hair and a smoker's laugh. She plops down next to me with a bag that I know would not qualify as a sizable bag to carry-on and a purse that looks like she skinned a rattlesnake and proceeds to tell me the story of how TSA owes her $60 because she bought her son-in-law a bottle of Polo cologne that they would not let her take on the plane. (My inner monologue, "Oh no! It's her!")
Then things got interesting:
--Flight attendant #1 made her put her TOO LARGE bag in an overhead bin...all the way at the back of the plane. Reba was not happy.
--Then flight attendant #2 made her put her purse in an overhead bin for takeoff. This made Reba even more unhappy.
--Then the inflight service starts and even though it's only 12:30 pm, Reba wants a rum and Coke. The flight attendant tells her that she can pay with debit or credit. Reba makes it known to everyone in a 5 seat radius that her debit card is in the bag that they made her put at the back of the plane!!! She then turns to me and says, "Well, there's no way I'm tellin' 'em that I left my cell phone on!"
Have I mentioned I'm afraid of flying? This did not help matters.
During landing they, again, made her put her purse away and Reba protested, saying it was more trouble than it was worth. Now, it just so happened that the overhead bin where we were all seated (Dusty still studying cloud formations at this time) was malfunctioning. The flight attendants had to practically beat on it to get it shut the whole flight. And our landing was not smooth. And guess what happened to Reba's purse? The bin flies open, the purse crashes down and hits the man sitting across the aisle in the head causing the flight attendant to have to stand for the rest of the (choppy, choppy) landing to hold the compartment closed.
And Reba settles back into her chair with a contented chuckle, looks at the flight attendant and says, "See. Told you so."
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Everytime I pack for a trip I think I do a really thorough job, then I get to my destination and find myself saying, "What the crap is all this?"
So, I'm blogging instead of packing. Take that empty suitcase that is staring me in the face.
Jamming to the new Killers album, "Day and Age." I got it for Dusty for Christmas and am benefiting from it. Haven't made any decisions on it yet, this is my first spin, but it will be nice to listen to the song Human not as a ringtone. That's what Dusty has on his phone right now, so all I know of it is, "Are we humaaaan? Or are are we danc.." "Hello?" <---- that's Dusty. My rad friend Andrea got me a birthday gift off Etsy (one of my favorite sites) and it came in the mail today. I'm wearing it right now actually. "What is it?" you are thinking? I just so happened to take a picture on my webcam! How convenient!
I would like for you to note three things:
1.) Apparently, felt is all the rage right now.
2.) You can still see the remnants of my black eye!
3.) I am not mad about anything, I just look like it in this picture. I'm really in quite a good mood!
I think I'm going to go scrounge up some felt and try to replicate it. You know, instead of packing.
This time tomorrow I will be in KC, barring any winter weather that may strand us in St. Louis. What a boring airport to be stranded in huh?
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
He was having a dream that people were chasing him, throwing knives at him, and then charging him. When the first guy charged, Dusty stepped over a meat cleaver and right hooked him!
When, in all actuality, he had right hooked me. It was the third worst pain I've ever been in coming in behind certain medical procedures and my nose piercing.
(this is my "well I'm stuck with it now" face.)
- There is a picture of Dusty and me on the table. This is not it's usual spot. We had just given them their Christmas gift and they hadn't moved it to the mantle yet.
- Note the Scrabble board, please. This is their passion, their past time, and something that ultimately binds them together on their journey of life. And my Papa is really, really good.
- Margaret (or Marge) is his sister-in-law, my great aunt. She's married to Papa's twin brother, Brady. (Or, as we affectionately call him, "Uncle Bad-Eye.")
Sunday, December 14, 2008
"The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by hands.//And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else.//From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live.//God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us.//'For in him we live and move and have our being.'
You see, I have to cling to that wisdom because we currently have no jobs, very little money, we're leaving our friends, my grandparents, and the town where we met and fell in love.
For the record, I'm not worried, just a little sad. I'm interested to see things come in to focus for us that are currently just lingering on the horizon. So far, the plan is:
1.) Dusty starts grad school in January online at Capella University. He's pursuing a degree in Industrial & Organizational Psychology.
2.) I start my nurse's aid course in January and, assuming I do well, will be certified in May and start my RN classes in August.
Aside from that, we're just waiting and praying and seeing what the Lord has in store.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Except I haven't been blogging, but now, here are some blog-worthy highlights from my life lately:
- My mom asked for a Led Zepplin cd for Christmas. I find this hysterical. Rock on, mom.
- My grandma called Coca-Cola today to complain about the new lids on their plastic bottles. Normally I would find this kind of behavior absurd, but on this one, I totally agree. The lady is sending her a coupon for a free pack of Diet Coke. Ifind that this will onl ymake the problem worse as we will have even more Diet Coke that we can't open.
- I have been "caffiene free" for about two weeks now. I hasn't been hard at all and that weird little lumpy that I felt on my rib a while back (news to you, I'm sure) is pretty much gone.
- I just finished Twilight, I'm starting New Moon and I'm not lame. I don't wish I was married to Edward Cullen I just find it easy and interesting to read. So there. (Nah.)
- Just got done with my class's Christmas program. Oh. My. Word. I was so proud of each and every one of them, they did fabulously. Go kids, go!
- I got to leave work for 30 minutes today because one of my kids faceplanted a pew and blood was everywhere! It was all over my arms, my shirt, my jeans, my shoes, not to mention him, his shirt, and his face. I have never seen someone bleed so much. Ever.
- Dusty is a salutatorian! He's graduating December 12th and I'm so proud of him!
- Next Friday is my last day of work and I actually got a little sad today. Weird right? We'll see how I feel Friday, I may feel strangely emotional, even though I'm pretty sure it will come in the euphoric high of not having to deal with certain children/parents anymore.
- Conversely, next Friday I will be unemployed. I'm scared. Those bills are still rollin' in you know? If anyone wants to hire me, it'd be greatly appreciated. Maybe I'll give piano lessons.
So there. Now we're all caught up and I can not-blog for another week or so. Happy weekend! Granny's making breakfast tomorrow. She is TOTALLY spoiling us by the way. Both of us. And she likes to brag about how she spoils Dusty. Not me, Dusty. She loves him.
Friday, November 28, 2008
I saw you at the movies tonight while my husband and I were treating each other to a date. That guy sitting next to you, he's not into you, but he does like the twin friends sitting atop your chest. Pull that neckline up girl, and he'll be gone in a heartbeat.
You do not have to have the coolest phone on the market. In fact, you probably don't even need a phone at all, just a mechanism that text messages since you've forgotten the lost art of dialing a phone number and getting a live human voice on the other end. And trust me, they aren't going to be able to tell you the end of the movie, so put the phone down and just watch it.
Also, and I'd really like you to hear me out on this: leggings are not pants. Wear them to accent whatever you want, but when you flounce into the theater in a shirt that doesn't even cover your bum, leggings, and boots that look like the abominable snow man has devoured half of your leg... at the end of NOVEMBER we know two things about you: 1.) You are cold and 2.) He's still not that into you.
Don't get me wrong, I was there. High school really wasn't that long ago for me but it just seems like things have changed. And it's up to you to make sure that change is for the better. So zip up that sweater, turn your phone on silent, and don't date guys that have dragons on their shirts. You'll be so proud of yourself in five years when you look back on your past. Trust me.
Your Future Self
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
(the word is "body piercing")
Ed: "Ok, Dusty and Emily do not have this anymore."
Laura: "Oh, oh a home! An address!!"
(the word is "cuddle")
Dusty: "Ok, you like to do this at night. You say you want to "blank" me!"
**insert awkward laughter from everyone at this point and me turning eight shades of red**
(the word is "whistle")
JP: "This is something I can't do. I can't do this thing."
Aubri: "Oh, swim!"
JP: "aw..." (insert deflated look here.)
(the word is "diamond")
Laura: "This is an oval with four points."
(the word is "squeegee")
Adam: "Homeless people do this to your car at a stoplight."
Lindsay: "Um... umm..."
Adam: "It's a device they use, with water....!"
(the word is "ostrich")
Me: "This is a winged animal..."
Tomorrow is a family photo shoot that d and I somehow missed the memo on. I'll let you know what Gabby wears later, because really, that's all anyone cares about anyway. :)
what do you love about Thanksgiving?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Do you know what you're getting the loved ones on your list?
Here's what I got people on mine:
1.) Heeyyyy... wait a minute!
2.) The people on my list read this blog!
3.) How silly of me!
4.) What was I thinking?
Guess you'll have to wait until later. After I dig your gift out of storage because we accidentally packed it.
That hasn't really happened... yet.
"What is it?" you're wondering. "What could possibly be so important that she decided to cut it from her life?"
"Detrimental," and not "important," that's the word I'd like to use, because it makes everything seem more serious and therefore worthwhile.
Caffeine. I'm off it.
I'm a good part of two days in and have not caved. When I craved carbonation I got a Sprite. (Gross, but oddly satisfying.) I did not get a sweet tea on my lunch break today (and it nearly killed me) and I have been drinking a ton of water.
Please, please, don't hold me in high esteem. Don't look at me and think, "Wow, she's got some amazing will power. That Emily, she's just so, so... cool. Because she's choosing to abstain from something. I could never do that. She's so much cooler than me."**
Because if you are tempted to think that way (and let's face it, why wouldn't you?) just head to McBurgertown, get yourself a $1 sweet tea and drink it in front of me. Nobody looks cool with drool hanging out of their mouths. Not even me.
**the editor would kindly like for you to be sure to note her sarcasm.**
Monday, November 17, 2008
Truth be told, I feel like I'm at the mercy of a powerful river's ebb and flow. I'm constantly being moved by one current or another, and I have no clue as to which current I should be riding out or where this river is eventually going to take me. Am I going to be washed up on some silty bank, or am I headed for a tributary into the Atlantic? This is a season of upheaval and a season of uncertainty. But one thing I do know for sure, I got a really good word last night as d. and I were discussing end-times stuff, so here it is:
What's true on earth is true also in Heaven and in both places the Lord upholds the cause of the righteous.
So I take heart in that, and trust that even though the river seems winding and confusing and a little cold, it's His river. And I am content.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
"JA-ruba, JA-maica, jewwww i wanna take ya to JA-ruba, JA-hama! I'm a pretty momma!"
On a semi-related though not related note the point of this post is to say that I'm officially jealous of a three year old because he got to spend last week here:
While I was stuck here:
Ho hum. I think I'm going to mention that if they ever need a babysitter on another family vacation, I'm their girl!
Monday, November 10, 2008
I went to buy groceries today and saw about a billion people I knew. (6 is a billion right?)
And as I wheeled my cart out to the car it hit me that pretty soon, I won't know anyone at Wal-Mart.
Literally...no one. I won't happen to be in the same check out line as a former (favorite) boss, or run into a co-worker or nod at the guy who owns the pedicure place, or see not one, not two, but three daycare parents.
And I hope I won't feel all Cheers when that time comes:
Sunday, November 9, 2008
If I were seven again I would:
know better than to wear anything with Tweety Bird on it.
If there were an extra hour in the day I would:
My junk food indulgence of choice is:
Oatmeal Cream Pies, the BIG ones.
The color yellow makes me think of:
sunflower decor schemes, circa 1995.
The most used item in my kitchen is:
our Cutco knife set, thanks to Dusty.
now, go. yes, that means you!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Go check out these pictures of our future President, even if you didn't vote for him/think the country is going to hell in a hand basket now. They are so cool.
Now, ultimately I hold to the fact that I serve a King that holds no loyalties to any parties. Let's get that right out into the open. That being said, I'm so interested to see what Mr. Obama is going to do. For the past eight years we've had apples, and for the next four we're getting oranges; anyone feelin' me?
In other news, I did not receive an "I Voted" sticker yesterday and am still a little bitter about it.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
-- "is thinking that we are in a heap pile of trouble-this may be the one thing that might make me cry."
--"is feeling like a train wreck."
--"is moving south, maybe Venezuela, maybe Ecuador, or maybe even Brazil. Anyone want to come?"
--"Obama won. Hope he knows what the hell hes doing! Should have been hillary!"
--"is wondering where America is headed, but knows that God is still Sovereign!"
--"Woah, the sky didn't fall, the moon didn't turn to blood and the Muslims haven't taken over the world! Isn't that just amazing? Now let's work together."
Whew! I'm feelin' good, not gonna lie. I didn't vote for Mr. Obama, but I don't not like him either. I'm just happy that we didn't have to have a military coup to overthrow our current government. Let's all look at it from that perspective hmmm?
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
An incredibly cute picture of Batman Dusty! He still makes that face when I tell him I'm putting pickles on his sandwich...
In other news, I'm sitting at the in-law's house and Aubri is having contractions! I'm pretty sure this experience will cause me to hold off on having kids for at least three years... she is in pain people!
Aubri is so brave: she's going au naturale folks and she's going have a beautiful, healthy baby! Today, it's going to be today. We've prayed and asked the Lord that it would be this weekend and she has entered active labor.
So keep it up and pray, pray, pray that she'll go today.
(Selfishly, this is also because I've been predicting that Gabs would be born on Nov. 1... so I've got a little stake in it too!)
Friday, October 31, 2008
Usually, I'm pretty indifferent. Usually it's just another day. And sure, I dressed up as a kid. I remember being a mad scientist, an indian, a pumpkin, and a ballerina. (Actually I don't remember the ballerina. I did see a picture though from when I was a wee tike.) I would collect my candy with Kyle and then we'd sort it out for days and days, and I'd eat all the stuff that I didn't really like first and save the best for last.
I'm such a best-for-last kind of girl.
This year, however, I work at a daycare. I teach three year olds. Let me give you a portrait of my day in words:
- 10 costumes to change the kids out of
- 4 princesses, 1 pirate, 1 spiderman, not to be confused with 1 spider, 1 clown with a nose that honks, 1 Thomas the Train, and 1 that didn't show up for the costume parade so I don't know what the heck he was.
- 11 parents; that crowded into the room, coddled their kids until they didn't want to play but only wanted to go home; asked me if daycare was, "always this chaotic?"
- 1 lost shoe which resulted in a phone call to me after hours in regards to said shoe's location
- 10 three year olds on a sugar high
- 5 parents who made goodie bags x ten kids a piece = 50 goodie bags to stuff into
- 10 milk jugs crafted into candy storage the day before
I. hate. Halloween.
Monday, October 27, 2008
You better click on that link, because I'm not telling you what it was.
Well Sam's dad is cool and knows how to use Youtube and posted one of the songs on there. Keep in mind that the system used in the first place was incredibly, incredibly bad and the resulting sound seems like it was recorded in a tin can, but nonetheless it's a recording and it's live and it's youtube and Dusty is on it so I'm proud. Watch it.
Let's see how it measures up to common household items:
(with a bottle of ibuprofen:)
(with a glass):
(with the most awesome cookbook ever assembled:)
(with my knees:)
And check out Dusty's wingspan when he's pouring himself a bowl!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
They sent me this booklet with all these riders and the exact terms of my policy and quite frankly I'm a little lost in all the jargon. I just want to make sure that when my sinuses start acting up in about a month or so, I will be able to go to the doc for some antibiotics, so that what happened on my honeymoon doesn't have to happen again.
I don't want to just have to use trial and error here folks. I guess I'm just nervous because it's the unknown and after being turned down by two insurance companies (because I'm just incredibly unhealthy apparently...) I'm a little "gun shy." (Those are my mom's words not mine!)
Friday, October 24, 2008
I love these shirts from Compassion. What a wonderful holiday gift! Not only are they cool looking, but all proceeds go to the Global Food Crisis Campaign. This one is in Bengali, which is awesome because that's where Mukti is from.
(Mukti is our sponsor child. She is four years old, and completely precious.)
This says "Please" in Bengali. Other languages offered are: Portuguese (Brazil); Creole (Haiti); and Amharic (Ethiopia).
To order your shirt, because I know you want one, click here.
It puts me in the worst mood. What's even worse is, I mean really, who am I going to complain to about this? The clouds? The sun? God? No, no, and certainly no.
Maybe I'll just go lay in bed with some sunglasses on.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
However, I know a revelation when I get one and I got one during this song. The lyrics to the bridge say:
"In awe of the cross I must confess//how wondrous your redeeming love//and how great is your faithfulness."
And it really hit me that the act of confession is not just for sin. I know in my heart that the Lord has been so faithful to me again and again and again, but I need to confess it too.
Here is my confession:
He has been faithful to me in this:
He has been faithful to me in this:
He has been faithful to me in this.
He has been faithful to me in health.
He has been faithful to my family.
He has been faithful to educate me.
He has been faithful to provide opportunities for me make music.
He has been faithful to provide friendships.
He has been faithful to usher me through hardships.
He has always been faithful.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
- Dusty got accepted to grad school this week! He's so smart. Next time you see him tell him he's so smart.
- Dusty center refereed the district championship game this week. What district it was, I don't know, but I do know there were some unhappy parents who got mouthy. Newsflash: He doesn't care which team wins! Get over yourself and your kid!
- Dusty has started wearing his long sleeves, which makes him look much more at home with his beard.
- Dusty has unlocked all the characters in Super Smash Brother Brawl. This is what he does in his free time. Though yesterday he did clean the kitchen which rocks.
- Dusty got a 10 oz. steak at Garcia's last night that I'm pretty sure was so rare it was still breathing. Just kidding, I'm just a steak wuss. He's a champion.
- Dusty rocked a tuxedo at Garrett and Erika's wedding last weekend.
Stay tuned for more of What's Up With Dusty!
Dusty and I are being faced with a Saturday on which neither of us have anything to do. The stars must be aligned just perfectly because this almost never happens. And I want to do something! Here are some of our options, though granted some are more feasible than others:
1.) Drive, drive, drive to Folly Beach just because.
2.) Head to Lexington for food, fun, and of course... hookah!
3.) Drive to Nashville and walk the beautiful, wonderful downtown area.
4.) Point to a place on a Kentucky map and go there... no matter where it is. Unless it's Western KY. We were just there. Filled my quota for the year! ;)
5.) Drive to Cincinnati and surprise a good friend who probably has plans anyways and wouldn't be there/go to Ikea. Ooooh... Ikea. I love Ikea. I want to go to Ikea.
SO! If you could have a lazy Saturday to do nothing with the people who matter the most to you, what would you do/ where would you go?
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
More pics to come from the Sellers/Gilkey wedding, but as you can tell... there was never a dull moment!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
--When I first met this person, he had such a baby face:
--His guitar playing skills helped bring us together:
--He used to always sport the faux-hawk, though nowadays he's preferring a buzz:
--He swept me off my feet by doing things like "planting" a garden on my deck:
--He knows how to change a tire on the side of I-75 with cars whizzing by:
--He still has the same facial expressions as he did when he was a wee babe:
(this is his "i can't believe you just said that" face)
--Did I mention he's my husband?
Have you guessed yet? Why, it's Dusty of course!
Happy Birthday Dusty! I can't imagine my life without you. I couldn't think of another person that I would ever want to grow up and grow old with. I'm so proud of you, and I am honored to be called your wife and your best friend.
Friday, October 10, 2008
and...it...was...a...madhouse! 30 cars there at least, all waiting in line. Some were waiting backwards, some were realizing they weren't on the right side of the gas pump and were trying to maneuver their way around. Some guy's truck broke down in front of a pump and people were backing up in front of him to see if the gas pump would reach to their tank.
Then the police showed up! Old man in Cavalier blocked me in while his wife yelled at him and he paid neither of us any attention. To make matters even more precarious, the U.S. Smokeless Tobacco Co. had set up a tent right in front of the station (where normally you would drive up to the pumps!) and were blocking the main entrance!
And I say all this to let you know: I braved the pump today and filled up for $24.
And please tell me that you laughed until you cried over Jim and Andy's conversation that involved all things science/fantasy fiction.
Please tell me you caught on to the fact that he did, indeed, meld Battle Star Galactica, Wookies, Dumbledore, and Mordor into one amazing cacophony of misinformation, the whole time threatening Dwight to not be a "time thief" by correcting the information instead of working.
Do yourself a favor and watch this show if you don't already. Please. For me. Please!
He had no beard and an eyebrow ring; I had calico-highlighted hair and my nose pierced and we rocked. And we still do... even a few years later.
This is the first picture of us my parents framed. They left it in my room back home for when I would visit on breaks. It's still there... of course, the wedding pictures sort of overshadow it now.
There is a reason for my absence though, and their names are Garrett and Erika. Tomorrow they shall be wed as man and wife, and then be whisked away on their Floridian honeymoon!
More stories and pictures from the big day to come. If you all think about it, pray for them tomorrow as they start a new life together. And as they get to have sex. ;)
(I love being married and not feeling uncomfortable joking with newlyweds about this subject! However: Mom, Dad, Ed, and Laura, please never, ever talk to d. and me about it. That would be greatly appreciated)
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The myspace is up and there's one song on it so far. Please forgive the country twang (ain't my thing) and give it a listen. Promise: it's the most country-fied song on the whole album.
If you don't live in Cville and would like to purchase a cd, send me $10 and I'll get it for you! It's gonna be good guys!
check it out!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
And that way we can have one of those "couple's blogs" without it being a "couple's blog." So here are some things that have occupied my hubby lately:
Number 1: His Birthday Gift From The Snyder Parents--
Number 2: Applying for Grad School--
That's right folks: Dusty is graduating in December and (insh'allah) starting grad school in January online with Capella University. Area of study: Industrial/Organizational Psychology.
Number 3: Fighting With Campbellsville University--
It is our belief that CU cheated us out of quite a large sum of money. It is their belief that they haven't. We've met a compromise, and it was all Dusty's doing. Thanks babe!
Stay tuned for more of What's Up With Dusty in the future!
No, your eyes are not deceiving you: that is an upside down guitar on lefty's shirt.
So these guys come in with their instruments and sing kid-friendly stuff like The Twist, The Chicken Dance, and The Hokey Pokey. And the kids are supposed to get up and dance and run around and act crazy.
We all arrive and head out to the middle of the gym where we were instructed to sit and these guys start their show. There's a lot of apprehension on everyone's faces. I can almost hear the children's thoughts: "Do I get up and dance? I want to wiggle, but am I allowed? Why is that guy's hair so long?" So nobody moves, we're just sitting there listening, wide-eyed, wondering.
I'm going to take a knee here to tell you that I, maybe more than any other teacher, have the most rambuncious, hard-to-control class in the entire center. The dynamics are really just quite ridiculous: two kids that aren't potty trained yet (they're 3), one who doesn't speak English, one with some developmental problems, and 7 out of the 10 are literally the world's most stubborn lot of three year olds one would ever meet.
So it's no surprise that "S" (name protected) is the first one, out of the 100 or so children in there, to get up and start to shimmy! He's not just clapping his hands here folks, he is groovin'! Soon "Linus" (again, name protected) gets up and starts to dance right along with "S." No one else dancing, everyone watching. These are my kids. My wild, unruly, crazy kids. My kids who run around singing, "Shake your boo-tay!" at the top of their lungs. My kids who drop the "f" bomb like it ain't no thang, they are the ones standing up and gettin' down! And I'm proud to say that they are the ones who got everyone else out on the dancefloor.
And in that shining moment, I thought, "Maybe I will miss this... just a little bit. Just a teeny, tiny bit." Then I went out and busted my best hokey pokey moves.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The following is a little photo journey through our first attempt at pizza making:
Aaaah... the freshest of ingredients!
Dusty, rolling out the dough:
Time for the oven:
What the pizza was supposed to look like:
Our final product:
So, fault of the recipe or fault of the slightly-sidetracked-by-Lost pizza chefs? You be the judge.