Help is desperately needed

So, the I See What You're Saying carnival is exactly 4 days away. Yikes...nothing like waiting until the last minute. I think that I was trying to trick myself into thinking that if I waited long enough, then I wouldn't have time to put something together, and then...ooohh...I wouldn't have to do it.

Which would have been fine and dandy if I hadn't gone and written my last post. Yeah, that one...about doing things that are uncomfortable? Stepping out? A crockpot full of beans that turns out way better than expected?

Hmmm...I suppose it's too late to delete that post, right? Too many of you have already read it. So I will get over myself and do my little video. But seriously, I am stuck. I wanted to do something clever and creative, but nothing is coming to me. I know there are several of you that are participating and I don't expect you to share your top-secret ideas with me, but for anyone else out there that cares, what would you like to see if you were forced to watch a 2-minute video of me? I need some help, sisters. Some ideas. I'm all ears.

I suppose I could do a tutorial such as Cooking Quesadillas and Reading Blogs...Two Activities That do not Mix. As evidenced by the charred appearance here.



To redeem myself, here is proof that something I made this week turned out quite well...homemade pizza.




We were babysitting for 3 little kids the afternoon that I made this, and when their father came to pick them up, my hubby noticed that he had a big bag of Popeyes chicken in the car. Now, I am not one to shake a stick at Popeyes chicken, but I had just pulled this pizza from the oven, and I was thinking it looked pretty darn good. Well, Hubby, who was apparently salivating over the chicken and did not take time to think things through, blurted out, "Man, I wanted to tell Robert, Hey, you want a pizza? We'll take that chicken off your hands!'"

Then he saw my face.

And realized that it was not the most judicious thing he had ever uttered. He could not praise my pizza enough after that.

I guess a round-about compliment is better than none at all...or so I am telling myself.