Pages, Pucks and Pantry

Shhhhhhhh!

Isn't it pretty? Alas, it's not mine, it's Mr. L's. But he lets me hold it every now and then.

And before you think it's an unneeded accessory...Mr. L currently spends quite a few hours commuting on the train...this little pretty is better than carrying around a laptop (and/or a Kindle) and he can actually get work done on it. Easier on the eyes than the iPhone too (ever tried to read a book on the iPhone? Doable but not comfortable on a moving train). 

At night though, Mr. L is kind enough to let me hold it. And play with it. And drool. And pine for my own little pretty. I can check my e-mail while dinner's cooking. I can peruse food blogs and plan future meals. I check the weather and plan the next days work outfits while watching DVR'd episodes of In Plain Sight. And I can even have the cat in my lap at the same. Something I couldn't do with a laptop.

So I just sit.  And pine. And wait. For my own little pretty to arrive.

Because it will arrive.

What? You think that I'd let Mr. L get a cool new toy without me getting one of my own?  Actually, Mr. L must have seen the longing in my eyes, the drool that uncontrollably appears anytime I see an iPad commercial on TV, as he surprised me and ordered me my own iPad yesterday.

Three weeks baby, just three weeks and I'll have a little pretty of my own!

Yep. The husbands a keeper.

I Have Been Assimilated

First there was the iPhone.

Then there was the Apple TV.

Now there is the Mac Mini.

I guess I should have known that once I became enamored by my iPhone that it wouldn't take long for Mr. L to make me a full fledged Mac user. He is currently transferring everything from the PC. I am collecting manuals on how to use the Mac version of Photoshop Elements and keeping my fingers crossed it really is easy to use a Mac.

At least now when I see that oriental girl, who can so easily transfer her photos to the computer and then send them in an e-mail to her grandparents while smiling at me going "I'm only four and a half and I'm a PC"...well...at least now I won't throw things at the tv while cursing because I don't know how to do that!

Don't Need No Stinkin' Password!!

For those that have had problems getting to my blog because it's been asking for a password I apologize. Typepad kept telling me it was something on my end (which is why I deleted my last post). It was something on Typepads end when they had problems on the 13th and just fixed.

I won't be able to repost the lost post until next week but I do have quite a few posts to catch up on so be patient this weekend while I overload a bit on the posts. In the meantime, I'm in a "deep fry" mode and after Nutella Ravioli and Orange Drop Dooughnuts I'm thinking on making Crispy Pork Dumplings(blame a trip to Japantown this morning). Wish me luck.

ERROR, ERROR

Well, I had wanted to post some recipes that I had cooked in the past week but I tried to upload some photos to the 3SB gallery and my computer decided to have a fit. I guess asking it to post my layouts (since I rarely scrap nowadays) got it so excited it gave itself a mild coronary. The doctor, who looks a lot like my new husband, has been sitting in front of the computer trying to fix it for at least seven hours, speaking some sort of foreign language which seems to have a lot of four letter words in it, with only a brief break for dinner. The doctor, who I think got his degree at the University of MAC, keeps muttering under his breath "stupid PC". I've been keeping an eye on the liqueur cabinet just in case the doctor thinks he might need some help. As soon as the patient recovers, I'll be able to post some recipes. I do have a laptop where I can at least continue the Small Plates. I think there is hope, as long as the doctor's stress level doesn't get so high that he throws the patient out the window like he keeps threatening.

Of course maybe all of this has to do with the patient overhearing the deal I made with the doctor to get a MAC University degree of my own in exchange for an iphone.