I’m enjoying some of the geek music by Jonathan Coulton. Check out his song, Ikea.

found via Stephanie Vander Weide, The Grub Report.

For Valentine’s Day Fuller received a box from my parents. Inside were several home-baked goodies and a cute t-shirt that he has yet to wear because I haven’t been the one dressing him lately.

Well, let me back up.

For Epiphany Fuller received a box from my parents with several home-baked goodies. There were a dozen large tea cakes. These cakes were made from a recipe that my mother found and decided was similar enough to the recipe that her Big Momma used to use to make tea cakes for my mom. And since my mother loves to share her past with her family, especially the tasty past, she made these for Fuller.

And Fuller loved every single one. Except the ones that I ate.

A few weeks after Epiphany, my mother called and she asked the question, “Why wasn’t there a picture of Fuller eating one of the tea cakes?” And the only answer I could think of was, “I don’t know.” I mean, we take so many pictures of the kid, I could have gotten at least one picture of him chowing down on a tea cake.

So, for Valentine’s Day Fuller recieved a box from my parents with several home-baked goodies. In a plastic container shaped like a heart were several small heart shaped cookies with red sprinkles. I gave Fuller a few of the cookies and he loved them. But he was easily distracted by the container because it had a bottom and a lid that attached and anything like that will entertain my son for hours. Or minutes.

Another one of the home-baked goodies were two cookies shaped like hands, each with a small heart afixed to the hand with a bit of red icing. Each hand represented the Shaker saying, “Hands to work, Hearts to God” and were nicely wrapped in red saran wrap with a red bow.

When we finished exploring the box, I went to move the small heart cookies to Fuller’s cookie jar. I got distracted and started doing something else. Suddenly my ears heard a sound and I turned to see Fuller chowing down on one of the hand cookies- through the saran wrap. I quickly remedied that situation and let him eat the rest of the cookie- sans red plastic.

We saved the second hand until last night. Fuller received the cookie as his dessert and he loved it every much. Don’t let the tears fool you.

I’ve had to put the Olympic Comparisons on hold until this weekend. I’m working on a super-secret project that I have to finish by Saturday. Afterwards, I promise I’ll catch everybody up on what’s been going on in Lake Placid/ Turino.

Also, I’ll be able to reveal the super-secret project as well.

…should I be bothered or tickled that our blog is the number one hit for “Sasha Cohen is a snot?”

The last couple of nights I have been in bed by 7:30 and 8 pm. On Saturday I may have gotten the gold in staying well, but on Sunday I was in last place for wellness. So, we all have been sick again, but today I am the only one that is still sick. I was talking to my mom tonight and I coughed. Her response was that it didn’t sound good. Eh, what am I going to do? I have been taking my medicine, it just has to work itself out. I haven’t felt as badly as the last round of illness, I don’t feel like a truck ran me over and backed up again. And I haven’t felt ill enough that a day off of work is necessary. (My co-workers might think differently.)

It seems like everyone is ill these days. My little sister, Sarah-Ginny just got over salmonella. My friend Esther is also ill, soundy stuffy on the phone. A co-worker’s son has croupe (an illness I thought was restricted to the pages of Anne of Green Gables). And another co-worker seems to have what I have, but when she went to the doctor she left after and hour and half of waiting.

My head just hasn’t quite been in it the past few days. We lost a bunch of pictures of Fuller yesterday because I wasn’t paying attention (nothing old, just new). Today I had this mini-panic attack because I knew I signed up for something at church, but I just couldn’t remember what day it was suppossed to be or what I was to bring and where. I phone call a few hours later set me straight on that issue.

Our Valentine’s Day was pretty low-key. I got up early and made a nice waffle breakfast for my family. I gave Damon & Fuller the Wallace & Gromit movie, along with the W & G shorts. That was a pretty good gift and I was feeling pretty good about myself until I noticed that the Were-Rabbit movie was the fullscreen version. Damon gave me a chick flick, Just Like Heaven. And this evening, when I went to watch it, we realized that it too was the fullscreen version. Really, why do they keep putting movies out in fullscreen? It just doesn’t make sense. Why do the scientist keep making them? But, it made for a good laugh that we had both made the same mistake. (Fuller received a football from us as his Valentine’s Day gift.)

And that’s it. The Olympics are on, but I am going to bed. I’m just not that inspired this year. Plus, with the time delay and the internet, I’m not that shocked. We have taped some of the coverage so we can see the crashes and spills, but right now, eh? I’d rather go to bed.

P.S. If you see any changes occurring on this site in the near future, don’t worry. It’s all good.

P.S.S I was checking out stats on this site and for a while, when you searched for “Apollo Ohno Official Site” we were the number four hit. Isn’t that odd?

The first one was gone by 10:45. It was nutty and coconutty and milk chocolatey all in my mouth at once. The coconut wasn’t in huge chunks, so it didn’t weird in my mouth the way that some coconut chocolate combos do (Mounds, I’m looking at you. Yes you.).

Then because the idea of eating anything was rote, my hand immediately reached into the box and found one of the dark chocolate oblong pieces. My tongue found the caramel delightfully creamy and thick, not chewy, but smooth. My teeth however decided that enough was enough and they started searing pain.

This is a pain that I sometimes get when I eat sweet things. I have been to the dentist and no, I don’t need a root canal (that is often a sign), but I do try to brush with sensodyne. It doesn’t always help, as we can see from yesterday’s chocolatey goodness.

So, no more chocolate for me.

Until…

I had to go home for lunch and I made a pot of coffee, put it in the thermos and took it back to my cube. There I was able to eat the last two chocolates with my afternoon coffee. The mingling of flavors was such that I was pleased that I had waited until I had coffee available.

The milk chocolate had a creamy filling of a forgetable nature. I have no idea what it was. But, I was glad I save the last dark chocolate one for final consumption.

The dark chocolate one had peanut butter, which is the way that chocolate should always live, with peanut butter. Smooth if possible. Amen.

And the time of death, it was 1:48 pm.

(Aside to Chris T. I work at the other insurance company in town and while we have similar rules about affection with co-workers, it is perfectly ok to give gifts if we work under the kindergarten rule of “If you don’t have enough for every one, then don’t bring any at all.” And my boss, she had enough for everyone.)