I rode bike into work this morning because it wasn't supposed to rain. I was pretty lucky to get to work just as it started to rain. Sheesh. At least it has stopped and the bike ride home should be nice. 80 degree weather is freaking fantastic!

Yesterday I made the sweet bread recipe that Carla had talked about before (in the comments). It was only after I had scaled the milk and added the butter did I realize that it called for 10 cups of flour. TEN. That's a whole lotta flour, it was a good thing I had that much. When I later emailed Carla asking for the oven temp she said that she usually doubled it.

Well, I managed to make 6 large buns, one huge braided roll and 10-15 pieces of fry bread from that recipe. That's a lot of bread. But she was right -- that was some REAAALLLYY good fry bread. I called around to inlaws and Laima's to see if they were around or wanted some, but no one was home. We ended up having fry bread tacos -- and put the rest in baggies. It's so good. I was even thinking of making some for a special event -- I don't know. Like if I have people over for a BBQ, or for scrabble....hm.

Tonight I am watching a movie while babysitting. Tomorrow morning the DH and I drive to Lake Geneva and walk some hounds, then back to Madison to take Pluto to get some shots. Followed by possible skating. I was thinking Inferno - but maybe I have my weekends messed up....

Sunday is some churching (we want to see what the church we haunt looks like when it's "busy") and then a drive up to Chilton to see DH's parents new house and eat some ham. We won't stay forever because we have to leave the pludog at home. OH...we should take him to the dog park Sunday morning - that would tire him out for the whole day...yeah good idea.

In TKD, the little girl has drastically improved. I wasn't at my top form on Wednesday. I heard once, that competition and fighting is 80% or 90 % percent mental. In truth I was only 25% into it and came because I promised Little Girl that I would. I want to encourage her to keep going, and if she is going to keep coming then I should do. Besides she is REALLY into it, and I like that enthusiasm. But Wednesday night I just didn't want to get hurt by the older, more experienced dudes. I had to explain to them that I was NOT doing my best and taking risks because I know I am still too slow and can FEEL my weak spots opening up. I also know that they won't let that happen without taking a shot. Yes, they are pulled punches, but when it comes down to it -- they are fast pulled punches, and they still hurt. Especially when I get them in the head, but mostly I just wasn't in the mood to get hurt.

They say "You gotta get hit to learn to defend." No, I disagree. You can still hit me, just not hard and when I haven't sparred in a month. "They aren't that hard." -- Yes they are. I always bruise, and I was not in the mood for a headache that night.

Did I mention I just wasn't into getting hurt? Why can't we spar lightly? I tried to explain that I need to work up to it. I do.

I feel like such a freaking sissy. :(

Anyway, I am going to have to get over it. Ican't let Little Girl Surpass me -- which I think could happen sooner than I like.