I love my soup mug

Angela and I have had some great talks the past couple of evenings, with all sorts of depth and intrigue. She is so much wiser than I am. I've said things to this effect before, but if my head is a blender with all sorts of foreign objects swirling about, her head is a soup mug, completely grounded and steady and capable of holding whatever you pour into it. I tend to stress about career-related things, goals, etc. and she has a really refreshing positive attitude that helps her maintain peace and joy no matter what the circumstances try to dictate. I try hard to be this way, but I fail a LOT and I need her example to remind me that the important things in life come from within. She's very inspirin'.

Last night for our Valentine celebration we made crab cakes, shrimp scampi, cheese sticks made from filo dough that we learned how to make by watching a Food Network marathon last weekend, and chocolate covered strawberries. It was deelish. And we opened a bottle of our much-cherished Lexington, Nebraska wine. There's more to Nebraska than cows and fields. There are also some strategically-planted grapes, and the results are amazing. Mac's Creek wine rocks.

Time to get on the treadmill. Have I mentioned that the TV in the work-out room is broken so if we want noise while we're on the treadmill we have to listen to CD's or the radio? Visual stimulation sure makes the time go faster. But Sarah MacLachlan works too. Plenty of deep thoughts for blender-heads.