Yuckiness

Oh, Mac. You continue to befuddle me with your mysterious, un-Windows-like ways.

If you're a faithful reader of my blog (Sal and cousin Jason), then you might notice my breezy background of pastel dots has been replaced by a rather clunky, pukey orange banner and a plain white background. I changed the background because the dot background did not have a field on my sidebar for links, and I wanted to include some links, dangit. And since I don't know HTML code to make my own field, I was at the mercy of Blogger's limited background selections.

So orange it is.

But alas, what is this? Now I try to edit the links that have magically appeared on my sidebar with the transformation of my background... and it won't let me. As always when I have trouble posting from work, I wonder wherein lies my problem -- my Mac, or Blogger? My money's on the Mac.

Sheesh... I miss my dots already.

On a more positive note: Soon I shall be regaling you all with my five favorite childhood food memories, at the request of Mr. Tapas himself: http://saldetraglia.blogspot.com/ (I'm putting the link here, for lack of a better method.)

Probably will include Mickey Mouses at the Town Tavern with Dottie (sounds intriguing, doesn't it?); picking strawberries with the grandparents; ice cream at the Blue Moon; watermelon, watermelon and more watermelon; and canning vegetables with Mom, an art I detested as a child but now find myself *almost* enjoying.

In other news, my big sister will be making her way home next week, after spending her second summer in a row interning at an equine clinic in Tucson. Further proof that it's a miracle we're even related: The other night, she stayed at the clinic overnight with a colicky horse. The clinic's in a big, open barn in the middle of the desert. It was storming that night, and my sister said all the tarantulas -- yeah, that's what I said -- started coming in the barn where it was light and dry. "There were dozens of them, bigger than my hand!" said my sister -- who spent much of the night knocking those pesky critters into a bucket and dumping them back outside. She tried to take a nap at one point, but every time she'd start to fall asleep, she'd hear a noise and it'd be another tarantula crawling in, so there was no napping. As she told me this story, it was obvious she was more excited about the entire episode than scared.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I live in Indiana. (SHUDDER)