I have nothing bad to say about this day. Saturday treated me right. The sky was blue and the sun was shining and I spent the whole day in sweatpants. Does it get any better than that? The mister had a few places he wanted to go and I told him to run free. I had no desire to leave the homestead today. He was so excited about going out unchaperoned that he even offered to do the grocery shopping. I whipped out a list and promised to keep my phone handy. While he was gone Huck and I played soccer with tennis balls (he cheats), visited the hens and gave them a little extra cracked corn, and eventually went inside and started a Saturday treat for Mickey. Since he’s so crazy about soft pretzels, I figured I’d make a batch right here at home. They were pretty darn easy. A little warm water and yeast and you’re on your way! Here’s the recipe I used:
http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/Chewy-Soft-Pretzels?pmcode=ILLDV02T&_mid=2319917&_rid=2319917.558202.332286
From a blob of dough..

to a dozen puffy twists…

then into a pot of boiling water and on to the oven. It didn’t take long at all.

Next time I’ll know to roll them a bit thinner before twisting, but all in all they turned out just fine. Mickey gave them two thumbs up. I sprinkled six with kosher salt and six with cinnamon sugar. These would be great for a Super Bowl snack…if I planned to watch it or if I ever hosted Super Bowl parties. Yeah, we’ll just call it a Saturday treat.
Speaking of treats, my husband is determined to drag me into 2012 so went foraging in his tech closet (it doesn’t go to Narnia, it goes to Best Buy) and found a new phone for me. I think he may have been embarrassed by me pulling out my old hand cranked model in public, and by the fact that it takes me forever to punch out a text message without a keyboard. I’ve been dragging my feet because I really like my old phone and I finally know what all of the functions are for. That’s a lie. I know. like…six things. Anyway, check out my cool new phone!

It’s Mickey’s old Blackberry. His company provided him with a newer, spiffier model with jet packs and an invisibility app (I’m lying again) so I inherited this one. I’ve been playing with it and trying to figure things out and I have to admit that I like it. My ring tone is Mama Mia, and I sent my first text message to Matt. It looked like this - “Ri have a new phonem.” Bless his heart, he responded “Oh yeah? What kind?” So I looked at Mickey and asked “What kind of phone is this?” Baby steps. I asked Mickey what makes this phone a “smart” phone and he explained in detail the many perks that I’ll probably never use. Although I did like the Amazon app that will let me scan a bar code in Books a Million and see the price at Amazon. Smart move, Amazon. That’s not new to anyone else but it’s new to me, so let me enjoy it. Sadly a smart phone does not mean a smart user and although Mickey is doing his very best to make me more tech savvy, I yam what I yam. Here’s proof.

That’s right. I’m one of those goofballs. I find talking on cell phones a mixture of annoying and uncomfortable, so Mickey gave me that handy dandy handset. I love it. Love it. I feel very Agent 99 when I use it. Now if I can just find a cell phone with a rotary dial…..


































































