some records should not be broken
Records, one would argue, are only set to be broken. Athletes set records and others scramble to break them. We set personal records and strive to surpass them. In fact, we have a record for almost everything. I went to the Guinness World Record website and found that we have records for:
- Hot Dog Eating
- Largest Group Shower
- Largest Wine Flute
- Largest Collection of Film Projectors
- Fastest Time to Pack a Suitcase
- 24 Hour Treadmill Running
- Largest Gathering of People Dressed as Leprechaun’s
You can’t make this stuff up people.
But now let’s talk about a record better left unbroken.
In 1925 Austin, Texas hit a record for having 69 days of over 100 degree heat.
And today, my friends, August 24, 2011 we are breaking that record. Today is day 70 of over 100 degree heat this year.
I am not amused.
Not. At. All.
Humor me, tell me what the temperature is where you live.
Or more importantly, do you have a guest room?
what fall means to me
I have been seeing tweets and blog posts about how people across the country are starting to feel the effects of fall. Apparently fall is just peaking around the corner for some of you.
Me? Not. So. Much. I am still sitting in hell here in Texas with our off the hook (65+ days of over 100 degree) heat. Oh and have I mentioned that I have forgotten what rain looks like?
Because I have.
So fall? Not really feeling it over here.
What I am feeling, however, is football. Because that is what fall means to me. To some people it means the changing colors of the trees, the cooler temperatures and crisp morning air. Since I have never experienced ANY of that, fall simply means football to me. And the fact that I am from the South and football in the South (and football in Texas) is a very big deal.
I went to Texas A&M (WHOOP!) so my obvious college team of choice is the Texas Aggies. Right now there is major talks going on about Texas A&M leaving our conference, The Big 12, to go to the SEC in 2012. I guess we’ll see how that plays out.
Honestly? Not really a college football fan. I mean I watch it but my heart (oh my heart) lies with the NFL.
Sundays are days not to ask me to do anything. Sundays are days devoted to cheering, yelling, screaming and everything in-between. Ask Keith.
The NFL completes me. And specifically, the Indianapolis Colts. I love that team. A lot. A whole lot.
So I am warning you, in advance, that I am sure to talk about The Colts, Peyton Manning and football over the next coming months to probably obnoxious levels. [She shrugs]
Sorry I’m not sorry.
Do you watch football?
Who is your team of choice?
the classics
Sometimes simple is best. No frills. No extra additions. Just the classics. You really shouldn’t mess with the classics. Unless you are trying to make it a tad healthier. Because why eat one cookie when you really want two?
The Classic (Healthier) Chocolate Chip Cookie
1/2 cup whole-wheat flour
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
4 tbsp butter, melted
2 egg whites
1 tsp vanilla extract
3/4 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
1/2 cup semisweet chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line two cookies sheets with parchment paper or a silicone mat.
In a medium bowl, whisk flour, baking soda and salt. In a large bowl, whisk together the egg whites, butter, and vanilla; stir in the brown sugar until smooth. Gradually add in the flour mixture and mix well. Stir in chocolate chips.
Drop dough by the tablespoon onto cookie sheets about 2 inches apart. Bake one cookie sheet at a time for 10-12 minutes.
Yields 24 cookies or 1 husband.
Do you have a favorite cookie?
photo friday (with a story)
Last week I went on a Target run for paper goods. You know, toliet paper, kleenex, paper towels, all which I find to be cheaper at Target. At least that is what I tell myself. It can’t be for any other reason that I want need to go to Target.
Target makes me happy.
What does not make me happy is when I come out of Target to see my car looking like this (note: my car is the black Civic):
Now I get it; parking is sometimes tricky.
But REALLY?!
Since that would be my driver’s side door I had to sit and wait for “Parker-of-the-Year” to come out of the store. In which I politely asked her for her insurance information lest she able to back up without scratching my car. Which, to her credit, she did manage. What I did not understand was why she didn’t re-park in the first place. I could have gone through my passenger side door but if I backed up and scratched my car I certaintly was not paying for it.
Humpf.
I guess it all ended well. But goodness.
Have you ever met your own “Parker-of-the-Year”?
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