I didn't see this sign

yesterday, the fire alarm kept going off (I was baking cookies at the time), but i couldn't smell anything burning, nor was it extremely hot to cause it to go off. So i'm thinking that either I have no sense of smell anymore, or the fire alarm is broken. So initiallyI start waving a towel at the detector to fan away the imaginary smoke that was setting it off. then i wanted to call the rental office to see what was up, but i didn't know the number (nor did i actually try to find it or leave the apartment to go to the office. Clearly I was more concerned about finding out if i was crazy than about the potential fire that was about to burn the building down). This morning, i found the following at the bottom of the stairs:

oopsie.

mmmmmm...rocky road cookies

Wednesday's picture:

I baked these about 15 hours ago, and i'm about 1/3 of the way through it. I'm on my way to achieving heifer status again.

Wake up, flower.

Ok, so these aren't a picture a day - but I'm reminiscing and it's making me happy. This is the morning progressive wake up of a hibiscus flower.

Palm Tree Pipe Dream

How I wish, how I wish I was here.

Happy Birthday, Big Boy!

Happy 1st birthday to Riley!

Lily pads (no froggies, though)

Hard to capture how cool this pond was with all the different types of lilies. They said there are approximately 30 different kinds...but I liked the purple ones best.

Daisies

Duke garden daisies.

Sunbathing turtles

This one's for you, Liz.

They were hugging when I first saw them - but i couldn't get my camera ready in time.

Blinded by the light

Trippy.

Guess where this came from...

Traveling somewhere on zero

Still catching up from the past few days. Ok.

This is a follow up to the Traffic posting. Here is the speedometer. Going, yes, zero. However, I was dumb enough to take this while moving. Note that it is still at zero. So I ask you, how can one be traveling miles/feet per hour, but still be reading zero? Not even 1 mph? That's pretty dang slow, and believe me, it felt like I could have walked or ridden a 3-legged donkey faster. My real question is, why don't they go into Fred Flintstone mode, and says "steps per hour". I mean, really, if we broke it down like that, I was truly going about 1000 feet/steps per hour, which would have made me feel like I was making SOME progress, not just the illusion of making headway on my travels. I mean, 1000 steps per hour would have really brought a smile to my face, much more so that a paltry 30 miles per hour. That sounds so teenie weenie compared to 1000 steps. Clearly it's all in the units, but sometimes the numbers make you feel better. Doesn't it work the same with guys and size? 10 inches is a whole lot different than 10 centimeters...however if answered ambiguously and without units, they don't feel so bad comparing members at the country club. Oh well, life goes on, and so do we, just how we do it IS a mystery.

Boo on traffic jams.

This is how traffic stinks when it takes 8 hours to make a trip that should have been 4. Yuck.

This is how the people behing me were angry, too.

And no, the car wasn't moving when I decided to focus the camera on the rearview mirror and completely ignore what was going on in front of me. I'm not that stupid. At least not that stupid today. Rest of the week, not so sure. You see, the guy in front didn't even feel me tap him.

Pasta-stach

Mmmmmmmm...homemade pasta making...

Lookie what I finally got...

ipod with a "rubber". safe listening for my virgin ears.