Flubber...what a fun word. Flubber Flubber Flubber. I don't care how down a person is, if you click your heals and say flubber three times, all will be right again.
School is well underway in the Becht household. I get a weekly lesson in anatomy and diseases from Whitney. I am gaining knowledge on how to critique artwork ('cuz that will be an enormous asset to a banker!). Color, composition, blah, blah, blah....... Nick continues about his merry way with his precious girlfriend, school and his guitar. David's classes are apparently WAY too easy this last semester. NOT FAIR!
I have been so into the cold this year. Could it be that the hot hormones enjoy being cooled. I think perhaps it is true. Rather dreading the heat of summer. So much to do yet this month still. Mega classwork to do, mega career work and somewhere squeeze in time for the family and friends.
Looking forward to friends and family coming over for fajitas and the Superbowl on Sunday! Go big blue!
My dear friend from high school, Pam has been reminding me of how therapeutic baking can be. This is the perfect weather for the aroma of a warm apple pie. Give me strength to just imagine the scent of cinnamon and sugar spilling over in the oven. That will minimize the caloric intake.
Well Ground Hog Day is over. Off to bed and hopefully to sleep for at least 4 straight hours...those darn hormones!
Flubber, Flubber, Flubber