I’m a scripting function, short and stout
Here is my handler, here is my out
When a method calls me, hear me shout
“Strip those slashes and print without!”

Credit goes to Scott for his amazing creativity.

After looking long and hard for what seems like forever, I’ve finally found the recipe for peanut butter balls my mom made my brother and I when we were little. You know, one of those “great activity for children plus tastes really good too” things. I ate them then like I do now… nibbling a tiny bit at a time to make it last forever! We would sometimes add raisins to them too! I just had to share:

Peanut Butter Balls

1/2 cup creamy natural peanut butter
3/4 cup powdered milk
1/2 cup wheat germ
1/2 cup raw honey

Mix well and roll into 1 inch balls. Place on waxed paper-lined pan and refrigerate at least one hour before serving. Store covered for up to one month- if there are any left!

Last night Mark and I were on our way to Toys R Us to do some birthday shopping for Samuel. I asked Mark, “Do you remember the Green Machine?” Oh yeah, the souped-up big wheel of the 80s. We had hours of fun with that one…

Well imagine my surprise when we saw that Huffy still makes this sweet ride! The fun levers to pull that turn the back wheels, the low-rider seat, the big front wheel (which is now a rubber tire instead of a plastic wheel, awesome). You can get some serious spin-outs on this thing. It’s a little too big for Sam yet, but maybe in the future he can be a green machiner.

Just check out this link and watch these kids in action!

Today marks the eighth anniversary of when I asked Renée if I might date her (from afar, I might add).  It has been a glorious eight years!  And so, I share with you a few of the things that I love about my wonderful bride:

1. I love how she often debates between tea and hot chocolate.
2. I love her preference need for the oval-shaped pills, not the round ones.
3. I love her little piles of rosebush clippings spread about the yard (laid straight and neat, though, mind you).
4. I love that she can eat an entire meal without taking a single sip of water, despite my constant reminders.
5. I love that she absolutely loves food.
6. I love that she continues to play Carcassonne with me despite the fact that I have crushed her every game (save one) for the last two years (and especially in last night’s game, I beat her by 59 points).
7. I love that she seems to be allergic to taking out the garbage and the diaper pail contents.
8. I love that she likes to sing me the theme song from “North & South”.
9. I love that her head lines up right with my chest.
10. I love that she tells me what I like (”You like it and you know it!”).
11. I love that she is an amazing mother.
12. I love that she is an amazing wife.

I love you, sweetheart/PWPP/MT/BB!

Today, eight years ago, Mark asked for the honor of courting me. Wow! Eight wonderful years together. I am a blessed woman indeed. I love you, Mark!

Dude, gotta love sequential versus parallel processing. Completely amazing!