Happy Easter!

Happy Easter everyone! May the peace and love of Christ be with you all during the next fifty days of Easter!

Surrexit Dominus vere, alleluia!

Beware of the Broiler

In an effort to curb my current spastic writing tendencies (or lack there of), I suppose I will offer up a story this evening. The other night, I nearly lost all of my hair...yes, it nearly went up in a ball of fire and a cloud of smoke. You see, in an effort to make dinner, I dipped my head into the oven and neglected to remind myself that the broiler was on; and in doing so missed the flame shooting from the top most portion of my oven. I sat down to eat our delicious dinner of rolls with pesto, peppered turkey, mozzarella, and tomato when Laurel unsuspectingly brushed the top of my head. After such a motion, I noticed the smell of something burning and commented on such an observation. Casually, Laurel replied that perhaps I was smelling an old campfire or something. This I knew, however, could not have been the case, that is unless her campfires were composed of synthetic materials that did not smell like burning wood. Hurriedly, I ran into the kitchen, suspecting the worst. Not finding any fiery messes or melting plastic, I returned to the living room where Laurel asked what was covering my face and mentioned that she thought my hair had caught on fire. Confused, and a wee bit perplexed, I ran to the bathroom and did in fact discover that my hair had caught on fire. This left me thinking that though, I was in need of a trim, using the broiler was probably not the best avenue into acquiring one.

S.S.S.: Some Serious Scrabble

It has certainly been too long since I last delved into the happenings and occurrences that fill my otherwise mundane life with shimmering specks of greatness! Most recently (okay, so maybe last year just before Christmas), my nana and I played a Scrabble game of epic proportions that resulted in many highs, lows and firsts. As is usual, my nana and I shared a delicious dinner of pasta, after which we partook in a dessert of old ice cream littered with ice chips. With food filling our bellies, the Scrabble board came out and we began a game that will forever go down in the family history books.

Nana and I have played Scrabble for years and we did not initially expect this game to be horribly different from those of years past. However, after a short time (two or three turns to be exact) we came to realize that something about this game was different. This can be said with great confidence because each of us drew seven terrible tiles; if she drew five vowels, then I drew six consonants. This plagued us until I had to throw back all of my tiles which was something I never fathomed having to do as I am usually fairly crafty with my tiles. Praying for some sort of miracle as my nana had pulled far ahead score wise (something I was not used to either) I cautiously dipped my hand into the bag of tiles and began pulling them out one by one. With each new letter my eyes grew larger for I could see the possibility of greatness approaching. To my surprise, I pulled out every letter I hoped for and saw a seven letter word possibility. Anxiously, I waited for my nana to take her turn. I probably needed some sort of anti-anxiety medication at this point for she took, as usual,what seemed like forever to form a word using at least one double word square and maybe a triple letter square so as to increase her one point "a" tile to a whopping three points. The wait was well worth it, for on my next turn I gleefully placed my seven tiles on the board, utilizing the word she created on her last turn.

Both of us were astonished, I immediately told her I had to blog about it. This was a bit of a mistake because it resulted in a long detour into what an explanation of what a blog is and a checking of Nana's email, which took forever because she recently "purchased" free Internet. After trying to ease her anxieties of sending an email over her slow Internet (she was worried someone wouldn't want to get an email from her because it traveled via her SLOW Internet). Anyway, eventually we had to hurry the game along so that I could pick Laurel up from work...

Our finished Scrabble board is pictured below. Please excuse the misspelled "whim" towards the bottom of the board; incorrectly spelling at least one word wrong is also a family tradition, albeit one that is not meant to occur.