Foodie Friday - Hubster's At It Again!

In honor of the weekend (which means longer mornings with time to cook AND eat breakfast!) I bring to you * * ~ ~ HUBSTER!

He came up with yet another great way to use our frozen dough balls (love-love-love those things!). What do you think of a breakfast stromboli? Well. . . we may have to give it a better name than that. I mean, Hubster, after all, is the master-genius of some of the world's tastiest foods (or at least in our world). So let's see. . . what should we call it? How about just Darned Good Breakfast Stromboli? A little long? Then let's just call it Bromfastboli. Get it? The 'b' comes from 'break', then we toss the 'fast' in the middle. Enough of this ~

Tweakedly Obsessive

So I'm building a website. . . I've built a few (or more) over my time.  Some are personal, more have been for businesses.  Even built one several years ago that had a live shopping - cart.  That was a real challenge.  Won't do that again.  Sometimes you just have to learn the hard way.  I learned.  It was hard.

Yup.  Here I am, building yet another website.  And it's not as though I actually go out and look for this work - it just seems to find me.  Do I like building websites?  Yes. . . and no.

Quilting Through Hump Day

Bet you've been wondering how that quilt of mine is coming?  You'd think I'd be done by now, wouldn't you?  Yeah. . .well. . . guess what?  I'm not.  Sigh. . . . I was all gung-ho, then life got in the way, then my attentions were diverted, and then I just wasn't in the mood.  ACK!  I'm motivated now, though.  No worries!

Spring Anxiety Strikes. . . .

I just posted and sent out my monthly family newsletter and I realized something. . . we've been talking, making, and eating a lot of BBQ this past month.  It all rather culminated over the last couple of weeks. 

Our anxiety for spring finally overtook our logic and we had a BBQ this past weekend - pulled pork, potato salad, baked beans, macaroni and cheese, beer, and brownies. I told you we had it bad! Some friends came over and we had ourselves a real true-blue picnic. . . inside. It was winter cold and drizzly outside. . . . but the food and company sure made the sun shine! That, and we turned all the lights on.

Hubster and D most totally outdid themselves on smoking that pork! They truly put those pork butts in their place - and that place was smoky and delicious!  Each of the guys had their own Secret Recipe rubs and each butt got rubbed.  Tasty stuff! 

ACK! Taxing Taxes!

Sigh. . . . I *finally* was able to get all of my stuff together to take our taxes to the accountant today.  Was definitely a challenge this year. . . . forms didn't come like they were supposed to, several had to be corrected, and other information had to be dug up.  Bah.

I'm the number cruncher of the house.  I make sure everything gets paid, accounts get balanced, receipts get filed, and taxes get done.  That's how it's been for many-many years.  I'm good with numbers - don't like them, I obsessess over them, and they haunt me.  But I'm good with them.  Stretching that dollar, having control over where it goes and what it covers is a mind-bender for me.  I like making things fit, accounting is just that - making the dollar fit the need and lining up all those numbers in columns.  Problem is, rather like an artist, I just keep tweaking a bit here, adding a bit more there, wishing I could alter it over here. . . I want my ledgers to be picture perfect!