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Today I have reigned victorious over a couple of things in my life that I find challenging: HTML and cooking. The fact that I have really no idea how to deal with them is really the only thing they have in common.

For those of you who don't know what HTML is--cough my mother cough--let me enlighten you. Hang on a sec, gotta consult my online dictionary. HTML is an acronym for Hypertext Markup Language and if that sounds confusing, you should see what it looks like. Eeeek. It's basically a computer language that helps you create webpages. I was tired of the same colors and layout on my blogger page, so I decided to go in an choose a new template. Click here, click there, done. Well, my new layout didn't sit all that well with me, so I went in and started messing with the HTML codes. Since I can't even really define HTML without professional assistance, I wasn't terribly optimistic about improving my page in this manner. All I could do was find words I could understand like COLOR and FONT and begin making random changes until I got the desired effect. Two or three hours later, this is the result. Pretty sweet, huh? And if you're super bored, go look at my friend Tracey's page: http://traceyslp.blogspot.com. It's what my original template looked like.

Okay, okay. So I didn't exactly conquer the world of HTML. But I managed to make some minor alterations without my brain or my computer blowing up.

And for my second round of boasting for today? I cooked dinner. With my stupid hours at work that will only get progressively worse, preparing a lovely meal for two kinda gets put on the back burner. Ha, get it? Put on the back burner? Man, I am such a genius. Anyhoo. I had the day off today so I figured I had no excuse to not fix something. After a brief consultation with my mother in law, two and a half hours of chopping and basting and broiling and praying, this was the result.





Oh, how the Lord provided. After this garlic and rosemary laden beauty, I should quit beating myself up over being an idiot in the kitchen. Because I'm not! Bo Pilgrim would be so proud of how well I handled his bird. I shouldn't get so worked up, millions of women cook like this every day and I'm acting like I just split the atom. Enough of that silliness. Must go now. Jonathan has an old episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus on and I should go join him before he starts watching CNBC (snore). And make him tell me over and over how amazing dinner was. And lay enough guilt on him to force him go take care of the dishes and leftovers. Ooooooo. Triple word score: the computer gobbledegook, the juicy bird, and the husband. Who could ask for a more perfect day?