Today is a big day. Our computer returns home after its recent hard drive transplant. There's an expense we did not need right now. Especially on a computer that is less that one year old. We bought it from the original owner two months after they purchased it (they could not stand Vista and went back to their old computer). Because we are not the original owners, the great (unnamed) corporate giant does not have to acknowledge our existance, and did not honor its warranty. Mighty handy for the great (unnamed) corporate giant, isn't it? Anyways, I'm happy to get my computer back. So happy that I feel like singing. By golly, I think I will. "Jingle Dell, Jingle Dell..."
Jeanie's finally put up a picture of that new baby. Oh. She's so sweet. She's so adorable. I wish that I could hold her myself, for just a moment. That's what happens when I gaze at pictures of babies for too long. I get wild cravings to hold it, to feel its weight in my arms, to smell its hair, and to play with its little fingers and toes. In fact the cravings are so strong, I probably should not go out of the house, because if I see a baby, I'm going to ask to hold it. If the parents do not know me, this is always upsetting to them.
I've got most of my Christmas cookies baked. Ice the sugar cookies today, bake a batch of brownies, and a small pan of rice crispy treats, only because Christmas will not come without rice crispy treats.
Yesterday, I received a package in the mail. From Oklahoma. An autographed Pioneer Woman cookbook. I kind of think that even though it came from Oklahoma, it originated in Oz. I'm still working out those clues though, since there was no note inside. That was exciting though, and I really am dying to make up a batch of bacon jalapeno poppers for New Year's Eve. Thank you very much, and whoever is responsible for this: I will find you out.
Other earth shattering news? Today, I signed up for college.