Heavy Snow = Death and Destruction

Does anyone else think there is too much snow, or am I the only one? You have to change your whole life around the snow when there is so much of it. And it does weird things to my nerves. Last night I had a dream that my car alarm was going off. I woke up in a start, thinking the dream was real and I jumped out of bed, grabbed my keys, and unlocked and re-locked my car with the remote through the window. It took me a couple minutes still after that to realize that the alarm really wasn't going off and disturbing the neighbors in the middle of the night. Luckily I went right back to sleep, but still... it was weird. This is what massive amounts of snow does to me. And I don't have many pleasant memories of being out in it, either. Last year, when we went to Idaho, I had to drive home in the snow covered freeway by myself from Layton. I was 70 percent sure I was going to die. Obviously I did not. But now it is winter again and it is particularly bad out there today. And sure, it is pretty, and it makes it feel more like Christmas. But I just hope it will all melt from the streets and sidewalks VERY soon.

(Of course, the one day I want to take a real picture is the one day I don't bring my camera--I had to take this with my phone).

I love to bake.

I like cooking too, but my favorite is baking.
I have a little problem sometimes, though. If I try to hurry too fast, I make a mess.

See:



Yes. That is my foot. Printed in flour. I believe there's a little cocoa sprinkled in there too.

This is what happened to the counter:


And it got all over the KitchenAid as well.



That time that I made the huge mess I was making cookies. For some reason I always forget to take pictures of the actual food. Maybe because it's always dark when I finish and the pictures never turn out right. The attempt always frustrates me. Oh well. All that matters is that they tasted good.