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The boy.

Tomorrow should be interesting.  I'll drag myself out of bed for a (hopefully) frosty morning.  These warmer days and clear frigid nights have created the perfect brew for the elusive hoarfrost.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed.  Then tomorrow night I plan to do some star trail/long exposure/lightpainting/landscapes if the ideas in my head come to fruition.  I wish I had friends that were interested in the same tedious art but, alas, I shall be tromping around in a dark field all by my lonesome self...sniff...sniff.

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Just wandering the house this evening, camera in hand.
For some reason this mundane scene appealed to me.

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The wife and I recently decided to go vegetarian, mostly for health reasons.  Well, I should say we will be vegetarian once this round of groceries runs out.  Those fine chickens in my freezer shall not have died in vain, but further more ever after we shall not contribute to their deaths.

It's something I've been wanting to attempt for many reasons.
1) The aforementioned health reason.  Vegetarians live longer.  True story.  That's enough for me.
2) I have a sick desire to punish myself.  I love cheeseburgers.  I love steak.  I do not love my growing waistline.  I need to get back to the mindset of "food is fuel" instead of "food is a mouth party" before it gets out of hand.
3) Slaughterhouses are vile dirty places.  This is NOT a "meat is murder" rant.  Seriously, how much fecal matter do you want your food wallowing in before you eat it?  Watch some videos then gag down some tasty meat thinking about it.

I will not be preachy or scowl at you with your hamburger (I may drool if it's a weak moment).
I am not joining PETA.
This is just a personal choice and not a bold statement.

and I will NOT give up my eggs.  I really love eggs.

(and lobster, sorry seafood you'll be my only vice)

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Cookies!
Yeah, that's right.  I'm a baker, I bake.

[actually this is my first batch of chocolate chip cookies...ever]

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I love this mirror.  A friend gave it to us as a wedding gift.

Now, I don't believe in the supernatural and hesitate to tell a cheezy "ghost" story but at any rate here's an odd occurrence.
It has been hanging about 9 feet high over a doorway since we moved into our house 7 years ago and I gave it a good windex-ing just before I hung it up.   About 2 years ago, I glanced up at it and noticed a smudge on the glass. When I got it down and looked at the glass there was well defined "kiss" on it as well as a nose print above it.  I hung it back up as-is and left it there for a while.  I eventually cleaned it off and now I wish I hadn't because it hasn't returned.