Updates...

Well, in one of my past posts I was lamenting my curious inability to turn out fluffy biscuits. My anonymous commenter said "call your mother" ( you know who you are!) I should have known better, and called her first. But I can be hard headed that way. After an evening of guidance from my mother, I feel confident that I can do this when she isn't around! They turned out beautifully! Seems I was doing a few things wrong: mixing the dough too much, baking them at too hot of a temperature, and after we turned down the oven, let them bake a little longer, bingo. perfect biscuits. Its about time. Now I can ditch the whack and bake variety forever! :) So next time you are banging your head against the wall about something, remember to call your mother! Especially if she is awesome like my mother. :)

Virginia

To Buy or Not to Buy...That is the Question!

     Call us crazy, but we are out looking to *possibly* buy a flooded house. They are going really cheap, if you are willing to rebuild. We have been considering building for so long that this seems like it might be the route we take. Although the nagging fears of this happening again are in the back of my mind, I would definitely have flood insurance to help cover any disaster that might come around again. Right now I am looking at a beautiful home, at least it was pre -flood, in a nice neighborhood and I think its the one I want. Time will tell. And the rebuilding...I may not even be up for it, who knows?The whole business is kind of ugly in my opinion, you almost feel like a vulture...ugh. I guess we wait and see. All that really matters is that the house has a fireplace! The joke around my house is we will buy a fireplace with a house around it! Whatever, as long as I get one! :)
Until next time...

Virginia

"Workshopping" our papers today! What joy. NOT!

My professor has us pass our papers around the class and let others critique our writing. This is not my favorite part of the process. I always feel like crawling under the table, but that is more humiliating than passing the papers around so I stay in my seat...:)

    What is it about criticism, however constructive, that just makes us (me in this case!) cringe? I never get horrid remarks, so you think it would be a piece of cake. But its not. Its like some bizarre twist of the "caught in your underwear in public" dream for me. Like speech class, but I don't have to talk. These things give me nightmares. But I wanted to go to school, so like it or not, I am learning things I don't like to learn!

     Pray for me, I need it today! :)

Virginia

Sorry about not posting for so long, we are seriously in the swing of things school wise in the Pearson
family. I am writing papers for class, so naturally, I have not been writing here. There is only so much of me to go around, and the kids have the computer all day anyway! :)
After our busy weekend, my house is totally trashed. I sit here knowing I should be cleaning, but I am finding it difficult (no, impossible!) to muster up the motivation to get busy and get it done. Iced tea on the back porch is more in line with my current mindset, and I intend to enjoy every minute of it. I will clean tonight~unless I don't feel like it...

Virginia