The great fudge recipe search is OVER!!! Yahoo!!!

I make a fantastic peanut butter fudge - everyone loves it. AND it's made in the microwave so even I can't screw it up! But tragedy struck this Christmas - I lost my recipe!!! Over the last couple of weeks I have spent HOURS (literally) searching for this puppy. First I went through all my recipe cards, books, folders - nada. Then I started searching on the internet for a copy. I pretty much know the recipe, just not exact amounts. Last weekend I thought I had found it and made a batch. BAAADDD. The PB layer was too dry and the chocolate layer was too runny and never solidified.

So today I tried again only this time I used Yahoo for search and TA-DA! I found it! Well, I think I found it. I made it and so far I think it is the right one. It's in the fridge now hardening (hopefully).

Now I have to make sure and copy this to about ten different places so I won't lose it again.

Do you know what a Koala Bear Says?

Randomly found this and thought it was so cute:

From R to the Iso

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Do you know what a Koala Bear Says?

This morning @ 7:45 am Matt was sitting on the couch and Riso walked over with a book.

I can hear them talking away, making animal sounds, and as I walk past I hear Matt say,

"That's a Koala Bear, do you know what a Koala Bear says? It says (in a very high pitched voice) 'I'm a Koala Bear, don't kill me, there are only 4 of us left."

I promptly ran, laughing, to the kitchen to spit my coffee into the sink.

Bob Lefsetz blog - Lefsetz Letter

Don't remember how I discovered this Lefsetz Letter blog, but I look forward to his almost daily postings. His insight into the music industry can be interesting, but that's not what draws me in. It's his LOVE of music and how it affects you. He gets SO excited and remembers what music felt like back when music actually made us feel something. Like this posting:

Fat Man In The Bathtub

I saw Little Feat at the Troubadour.

When I was a junior in college, all the music magazines testified about this new album by Little Feat, entitled "Dixie Chicken". So, of course, I bought it. And played it. And if you’d taken a picture of my face upon that first time through you would describe my expression as quizzical. As in HUH? This is what they were raving about? It didn’t sound quite like anything else, kind of like white boys from L.A. got sidetracked on their way to New Orleans. There was no hit single, and if this were the modern era, I probably wouldn’t have given the album another spin, but it being 1973, I played "Dixie Chicken" again and again and AGAIN, because I’D PAID FOR IT!

That’s how it worked. We could only afford a small amount of music. Every record was picked with TLC, no purchase was casual, to buy a bummer was to indict oneself as a lame, uneducated music fan. No one else might have known, but you would, so you gave these records a chance, and more often than not they exposed themselves to you.

But "Dixie Chicken" was a bit beyond that. First I loved "Juliette". Then other tracks started to reveal themselves to me, and then not only did I like "Dixie Chicken", I LOVED IT! I had to go back and buy "Sailin’ Shoes", I was a fan of a band almost no one had ever heard of, never mind had an opinion on.

Moving to L.A. is like arriving in a musical cornucopia. Not only do the street signs and locations make sense, from their placement in your favorite songs, suddenly all your favorite musical acts are AVAILABLE! You can SEE THEM!

I dragged Danny to the gig. He was the only guy at Star Sporting Goods who’d heard of Little Feat.

And this was back when there were tables in the venue, before it was necessary to stand to hear rock and roll, when the music touched not only your body, but your soul. You’d sit tucked into your seat grooving, with your mind bouncing like a pinball through the stratosphere.

I saw Little Feat again. At the Santa Monica Civic a few years later. But that Troubadour gig was the shit. Because it was solely about the music. They didn’t have a new album, it wasn’t like this one gig was going to ignite their career, this was a band of players locking into a groove for their fans.

And Little Feat ultimately had a radio hit. But not only did they not live up to their potential, they never broke through to mainstream consciousness. Everybody knows who Vanilla Ice is, even if they don’t want to listen to Rob Van Winkle’s music…but stop people on the street and ask them their opinion on Lowell George and they’ll say HUH?

Philip Reed - RIP

Just found out that a classmate from high school died - he was only 48 yo. I don't know the cause of death. Philip and I weren't close friends, but we hung out with the same party crowd.

It makes me sad and scared all at once. I hope you had a good life Philip and great forever after.

Obituaries Share | Philip C. Reed (April 10, 1962 - December 9, 2010) Sign Guest Book Send Flowers | Send Sympathy Card The funeral services for Philip C. Reed, 48, year-old Enid resident will be Monday, December 13, 2010 at 10:00AM in the Henninger-Hinson Funeral Home Chapel. The Rev. Kevin Choate will officiate. Burial will be at 3:30PM in the Carter Cemetery, Carter, Oklahoma. Philip was born April 10, 1962 in Madill, Oklahoma to Carl and Betty (Cartmill) Reed and died suddenly December 9, 2010 in Enid. Philip graduated from Altus High School in 1980, attempted pre-med at W.O.S.C. and then the University of Oklahoma, and graduated from Texas Chiopractic College in Houston, Texas in 1985. Upon graduating, Dr. Reed opened his practice in Enid, Oklahoma where he has been practicing ever since. Reed was a member of the Oklahoma Chiropractic Association and served as Vice-President and President for the Oklahoma Chiropractic Association. He is survived by his parents, Carl and Betty Reed of Altus, OK., his children, Tinah Reed of Shawnee and Caleb Reed of the home. Brothers David Reed and wife Cindy of Austin, TX; and Paul Reed and wife Kim of Hobart, OK; and sisters Brenda Finney and husband Michael of Alamo, CA. and Wendy Howard and husband Greg of Frederick, OK; a very dear life-long friend Laurie Owens-Davis of the home; Thacker and Amber Burden and children, Wyatt and Corinne; and uncles, Von Reed of Norman, OK. and Dale Cartmill of Rush Springs, OK; and nephews: Benton, Carter, Connor, Grayson ,Fletcher, and Preston; and nieces: Olivia, Kelly, Emily, Bailey and Faith. He was preceded in death by his sister, Tena Lynn Reed, grandparents Cecile E. and Bluie ( Cookson ) Reed and Roy and Iona ( Kring ) Cartmill, Uncles Earl Cartmill, Leroy Cartmill, Jack reed, Wade Reed and King Reed. Condolences to the family online at www.enidwecare.com