Just after school today, Lindsey was about to leave to go to her physical therapy appointment, when she pointed out a big tarantula on the outside of our living room window. CREEPY!
Here's a closer shot of the spider. I took the ruler to measure it and it's about 3.5 inches long, less than half the size of the nasty giant red-headed centipede that I encountered INSIDE the house last summer.
Living next to the woods, we get all kinds of wildlife, so these creepy crawly things come with the territory, literally. Time to call for pest control! Sorry about the unpleasant image--I'll be sure to post something different soon. I just wanted Kelly to see what he's missing. Why do I get these uninvited guests when he's out of town? He's in California until Thursday.
I considered myself to be a decent cook and baker. However, candy making had been unchartered territory until I recently cracked the code of a favorite—chewy Texas Pecan Pralines. This culinary epiphany came only days before I left my home sweet home in Austin, Texas, to return to CU Boulder after an epic hiatus to wrap up my bachelor’s degree in journalism. When I was a little girl, I remember tasting heavenly, creamy homemade pralines, bursting with pecans, handcrafted with love by my mom. She only whipped them up a few times, but I just couldn’t get the memory of those buttery, sugary treats out of my head. They were that good. I asked her if she still had the recipe, but I knew it would be hopeless since my mom wasn’t one for keeping track of her down-home style cooking. I married my college sweetheart, a guy with the same first name as me, and began teaching myself to cook. Becoming “Kelly Times Two” was amazing, and I had ...
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P.S. Yes, please add my link to your blog....and may I do the same? Texas was home for us for quite a while so I'm reliving it through you :)
When we lived in Texas, one afternoon I got a water pitcher out of the cupboard to make some juice. When I went to dump the juice in it I saw that there was a very large scorpian in the bottom of the pitcher! I screamed, then quickly dumped it into the sink, turned on the water and washed it down the drain, and then flipped on the garbage disposal. I can still hear the crunching sound it made! I know, animal cruelty, but it just completely freaked me out!
Ya gotta love Texas!!