I Love Brownie Edges

Who doesn't love brownie edges? A lot of people, it would seem from blogs about this brownie pan. It's from Baker's Edge, right here in Indiana, and it's creating quite a stir among brownie connoisseurs! My husband and I fight over the brownie corners every time we make 'em, so this seems perfect! The only downside is that it costs $35, plus shipping because no stores around my house carries it. Do I love the brownie edges that much? No, not that much, but enough to add it to my X-mas list!

Lovin' the Laptop

I heart my laptop. If I didn't have it, I wouldn't be blogging right now. For some reason I'm much more motivated to write when I can sit on the couch with my doggie next to me, dreaming. I wonder what she's dreaming about. Does she dream about chasing bunnies (which she's never seen)? Does she dream about running up and down the fence with the Huskie next door? What is there to dream about when you're a dog?

Oh, and I heart Friends, too. The fact that I like to watch old reruns rather than watch new TV shows means that I am somewhat close minded or at least scared to try new things. That's according to an article I just read in Psychology Today. I heart Psychology Today, too by the way. As well as just about any other magazine. I need a job reviewing new magazines. That would be the life. Ah.

Freelancing

I ended up quitting my job since they wouldn't let me freelance for them. Now I'm freelancing for my first "real" employer: Wiley Publishing. I'm also editing and writing for some Web sites, which is fun. I've been freelancing full time since Aug. 1. Some days I love it and other days I long for a cubical! I never thought I'd think that before. I definitely don't miss the commute and all the crazy people that are allowed to drive. I suppose every job has its ups and downs, even when you're your own boss.

I'm so bad, haven't been posting

It's time to get this thing up and running again. I hope. We got a puppy last weekend, but we had to give her back after only 5 days because Hazel (the resident Puggle) wasn't eating. I don't know what happened in the puppy mill she must have come from, but Hazel was so scared of the pup! The pup was so nice and normal...compared to Hazel. Except for the crying through the night. I don't understand how anyone has kids!

Kris has been busy-busy with school. It's a rare day when we get to talk for longer than a half hour. I'd like to go back to school, but then I would feel like I wasted 5 years of my life getting my other two degrees. Which I know is stupid in a way; if another person decided to change careers, I wouldn't say they were stupid for choosing the wrong career first. Of course, those people aren't me. Why are we always so hard on ourselves? I'm lazy, yet I'm hardest on myself. Shouldn't I be nice to myself since I'm so lazy?