This first picture is for my daughter. One of the things we love after a really, really good Mexican dinner (like the ones at El Charro in Tucson) is Fried Ice Cream. I couldn't believe my eyes when grocery shopping this week. I love Breyers Vanilla ice cream, but right next to it - on sale, mind you - was this new limited edition of Fried Ice Cream flavor ice cream.
Not wanting to cause anyone else in the family to come to any harm, I volunteered to step up and do the right thing. I would test this new flavor lest it cause distress to one of my loved ones. (And if you believe this load of sheep beans, I have a slightly used bridge in Lake Havasu to sell you!)
While this ice cream really wasn't "The Real Thing" it was a very nice change from my normal vanilla with hot fudge sauce all over it. I don't think I would have it as a steady diet, but I sure would suggest a nice scoop after the aforementioned Mexican meal. My only suggestion to Breyers would be to have more of a vanilla taste to the ice cream and more defined swirls of cinnamon. The crispy pieces of tostadas also added a nice crunch. If you get a chance to try it, by all means do, but just keep in mind that the real stuff is better. :)
To the right is a picture of the white Romney fleece I bought from Rebecca at Shepherds Hill Farm in Iowa. Rebecca is a fellow Shetland breeder who also has some Romney sheep in her flock. This fleece is from a ewe called Esther and was grown under a coat to keep it clean. The picture doesn't do it justice. It is beautiful! I will try to post more about this fleece another time. I can hardly wait to start spinning it!
This last picture is "The View of My Lap from My Perspective"...here you see both Max and Ziggy in thier usual positions while I watch TV in the evening. If you think this is funny, you should see it when I have a third across my lap as well. And people wonder why I have trouble walking at times. :) There are some evenings when I wish I had a James Bond ejector button installed on the arm of the chair that with one push would send smaller occupants in the chair, not flying, but maybe boosted off the chair. I can only imagine what would happen if someone were to yell "Fire!". Please disregard the cat toys all over the floor. They're worse than two year olds at times.
And today my DH made it back, safe and sound, from his trip to Las Vegas. Tomorrow we plan on attending the local Home Show where I'm sure we'll pick up more ideas of ways to spend all those hours of free time we have. (I'm being a tad sarcastic here as we really have more projects to do around here than we have time for.) Sunday, he'll be off again for a week. I just remind him that the longer he's away, the longer the Honey-Do List becomes. Heeheehee!
The funny thing about my DH and these trips: I think that I will get so much done while he's gone only to find I haven't gotten anything done, or been side-tracked by something. What's really scarey is that it takes so little to get me to that side-tracked state, then I forget what the heck I was going to do in the first place. Of course this is where I should blame my "Brain Farts" on the medications I've had to take lately but I'm afraid I've been using that as an excuse for too long now.
I must think of something else to blame it on...oh, look....an old copy of Spin-Off....and here's an article about growing your own dye plants...gee, if I start seeds now.............who were we talkin' about?