He quit smoking and is nowadays a bit better but he started drinking instead. Not as much as he smoked though. After this incident I thought now is the time to at least cut down smoking. But? here I am, puffing at least a couple of joints a day just because I?m bored.
Firstly, what I will do when watching a video replay, is watch the race in its entirety at ?full speed?. On this run through, I will get a feel for what the pace of the race was like and whether the field settled in basically the order I expected them to. ie. Did the horse lead that was expected to, did any horses miss the start etc. Also during this run through, I will note any horses that were trapped wide, and also where the eventual winner of the race was positioned in the run.
I baked this pizza today. I made the pasta myself too. It’s perfectly baked, delicious.
The swastika on the topping was NOT deliberatley made. It’s accidental.
Hey, this is my inaugural #CoffeeThursday post. Given that, I thought I might say a little bit about why I have a thing for coffee. I almost immediately bonded with Jason Kowing over coffee back in the infant days of G+. Sure, most people start drinking coffee in college, or, if not then, later when they get their first full time office gig. (you need something to make it bearable right???)
Not me. Nope. I started a teensy bit earlier than that. I had my first cup of coffee at 6. Yep, my parents used to make me drink it before I’d go to sleep. Sound crazy? Yeah, it does sound kinda crazy except my mom had read somewhere that coffee had the opposite effect on “hyperkinetic” kids, which is just some pretentious way of saying I was hyperactive—you know intense and full of way too much energy. Go figure. Instead of getting hyperactive kids wired, coffee actually relaxes us. It relaxes me so much that I often find myself falling asleep after having multiple cups of coffee. So some kids get warm milk; not me—I got an evening Cup of Joe.
I must have grown out of this whole hyperactive stuff because by the time I was a teenager my mother told me she was often frightened by what she called my strange ability to completely concentrate on an activity. If I was concentrating on something really deeply, people could actually be in the room calling my name, but I’d be so engrossed in what I was doing that I just wouldn’t hear them. My mom would even start yelling my name, but I wouldn’t hear her. Later on, I wondered if all this coffee at an early age helped me develop these amazing powers of concentration. I’ll never know, but it’s actually cool to be able to order regular coffee with dessert and not have to worry that I’m going to be kept up all night. You know what that means, don’t you? It means I get to keep the coffee flowing all. day. long :D
With that, I give you this photo of some yummy cappuccino….mmm :)
cooling. Thanks for the wonderful idea Jeannie. Plus it was delicious :)