Cindy’s Blog

I gave a presentation today, demoing how to convert web pages to the new template for external pages. It went well, thankfully. After it was over and I noticed that someone left a printout of CNN’s main page on the table in the back of the auditorium. It was altered to show a photo of me and a caption about me giving my web presentation. As though my demo was CNN-worthy. Too funny!

The task of decorating our bulletin board at work is now a competition and is being rotated from group to group. My team was first up. Here’s our entry.

It’s very 3D. Look at it from the side. Who else has a bulletin board with a windowsill and curtains?

I wish I could say it was my idea, but all I contributed was the origami butterflies and bird which are almost not visible here.

Since we’re at work, here’s the rest of the tour. My cube…

And the view of my new building from across the street.

The tomatoes are growing faster now that the weather is warming up.

Here Ed and Lucy eat what they can reach of the crimson clover. Look how tall its getting.

The other day when I came home I saw a store bought pumpkin pie on the kitchen counter. !?! There was still a whole home-baked pie in the fridge. Are my pies not good enough? Why did John buy a store bought pie?

“I didn’t see the other pie” he claimed. Maybe. It was toward the back.

But John redeemed himself yesterday when he volunteered unsolicited, “You know, your pies taste so much better than store bought pies.” John is brutally honest about all my cooking adventures. Trust me, the Dutch Pumpkin Soup I made Monday night did not receive praise like this. He says my pies are more “interesting”. Maybe because you never know whether the next bite will contain a chunk of pumpkin since I haven’t yet mastered homogenizing my pie filling.

I felt as elated by John’s comments as if I had won a prize. Best pumpkin pie from Avila Bay Place, Safeway or Nugget.

Take that, Safeway.

I should be lifting weights right now, but it was such a dreadfully frustrating day, filled with a series of small but frustrating, annoying events that I’m absolutely not in the mood, even though I know my mood would be greatly improved afterward. Too bad.

I’ll just stay home and have a piece of pie.