sugar, unicorns, and goat

 On Saturday FH and I went to meyer ranch to test out my new bike. The frame is smaller than my old bike, which is good, and it's supposed to be for someone 5'8" - 6 feet tall. I do look a little funny on it because my limbs are abnormally long.

on the trail

what a gorilla would look like on a bike

Now that I have a soft tail my biking skills have improved a lot. I rode stuff on Saturday that I never would have been able to ride on my cannondale. Hopefully I'll get to ride again next weekend.

FH's front shock is broken so he decided to ride the trail on his cyclocross bike. As we got to the top of a really steep section of the trail an old man stopped FH and said "I've been hiking here for years and I've NEVER seen anyone on a bicycle on this trail." On the way to the top we passed three other hiking parties who all stared in disbelief as FH rode by and commented on his bike. One guy stood staring as FH whizzed by and then turned to his two female companions and said "was that guy...on a bicycle????"

I later joked "it's not like you were riding a unicorn up the trail" which FH thought was funny.

Then we went to the asian market on Federal to get some goat because I bought some rogan josh and thought FH might be able to replicate one of my favorite indian dishes. We need to do some research on how to pick out the right cut of goat because the piece we had was either really tough or really tender.

cutting the skin off the goat - sharp knife is helpful

rogan josh goat stew

It turns out FH's curry is better than the stuff I bought, which was loaded with sugar and salt. We're going to do another experiment with the goat in the slow cooker maybe next weekend to see how that turns out.

singing dogs

On Saturday night I had a dream that FH and I were auditioning dogs to sing for us at a party. There were a variety of dogs, and some of them were wearing things. One had a bow tie and one had a crazy hat and one was wearing oven mitts and a beret. Each dog had four square panels behind it. As they would sing, and they were all horrible singers, the panels would turn different colors. The dogs' voices sounded like a person who can't sing, and their choice of songs was questionable (one sang Memories - that's cats dude!).

At the end of each dog's performance it would sing "I'm very very happy! I'm where I'm supposed to be!" Then, if we didn't pick the dog, the panels behind it would start to spin and the dog was sucked into another universe (don't ask me how I know that). FH and I felt terrible because we weren't sure what universe the dog would end up in, and whether it would be alive when it got there. So we started talking about how we could save all the dogs by saying we wanted them to sing for us. Meanwhile, as we talked, the dogs were getting sucked into another universe.

One of the dogs started singing Jessie's Girl and I was like "we really need to do SOMETHING before all the dogs in the world get sucked away".

Then I woke up.

cringle crisp caper illustrations

I've started trying to illustrate my children's book because it's easier than writing (haven't finished the prologue but will work on it this week).

I sketched these while FH was watching Monday night football last week. His response was "those are good honey". My thought was "maybe with such horrible illustrations my book will get some attention, even if negative".

Here they are:

Maybe I should take some drawing lessons...