
I think he's getting a ball that had wedged itself under the motorcycle, but doesn't it look like he's checking the oil or something?

I think he's getting a ball that had wedged itself under the motorcycle, but doesn't it look like he's checking the oil or something?


The local Ikea opens today. My need for free does not compel me to camp out for two days (people started lining up early Monday morning) to get a chair and a chance for free Swedish meatballs. I am excited, as I love Ikea. I have a few minor things in my home that came from the Orlando Ikea -- a component cabinet, a piece of art, Spencer's rug ... but mostly I love the accessories. I could wander through the accessories floor for hours imagining different things in my home. And now there will be one 20 minutes from my house. Ahh, Ikea.



And then little foot has to be between me and the sink while I wash the pans too ...



We shaved the dogs down for the summer, and now they're half of themselves. Hopefully they like it!


You'd think that since I've been cooking this long that I would start making real beef stroganoff, but no. My mother made beef stroganoff this way for my entire childhood, and even though I might make slight changes -- more mushrooms, a little Worcestershire-- I've never strayed far from the Campbell's cream of mushroom soup days of old. I love this stuff. I might make other recipes, but they'll never be beef stroganoff to me. This is my beef stroganoff: