MOAR PIZZA

Bam! Deep Dish Pizza.
Originally uploaded by bugbiteme.

Leon made me a pizza and it tasted just like Zelda's. That is true love, people. In case you're wondering, true love has a lot of garlic on it.

Love...true love

My love for pizza is a true love. It's such a big love, that it's not enough for me to enjoy eating it, but I also love to cook it. HH recommended I try this pizza from the cover of January's Sunset magazine. It was my first attempt at a cast iron skillet pizza and it was really quite special. The crust was slightly doughy around the thickest parts, so I know I need to par-cook it a little longer next time. The toppings however, came out magical. Yellow bell pepper, broccolini, red pepper flakes and mozzarella made for a slightly sweet, bitter, spicy and salty combo. There was no sauce, but I didn't miss it because it was not dry at all.

Man. I wish I had some more of this pizza.

REEEEE-MIX

Googly eyes
Originally uploaded by riblet.

I know I put this picture up previously, but today it's featured on the Consumerist Flickr finds!!

Sacramento's most blogged dog! She's a star among dogs and still, so humble.

I'm not nervous or anything

I lied! I'm totally nervous about my upcoming Lasik surgery. LASERS! EYES!

After going to two different Lasik providers for consultations, I feel like I made the right choice. The place I chose is super clean and the people are nice, which matters a lot to me since I'm going to get my eyes operated on. Plus, I'll go anywhere Jennifer Smith of News 10 recommends! I got my surgery information in the mail yesterday. It's filled with all kinds of helpful info sheets including one called "Don't sue us if we make you blind...on accident or on purpose, with our big, fancy laser that wasn't approved by the FDA to use on anyone's eyes." I'm kidding, of course, but not really far off the mark. One of the after care directions COMMANDS that I do not use any eye make up (not even the eye make up I wear to make it look like I'm not wearing make up!) for an ENTIRE WEEK post surgery. I'm mentally preparing myself for lots of "you look tired/sick/like death/old" comments at work, which is going to be the only place aside from home that you will find me without giant, practical joke-sized sunglasses.

You know what, though? I'll be so glad to be rid of contacts and glasses (until I need glasses again, that is). Those lousy glasses! They make everything seem smaller, even my 4 year old kid, who turns into a wee infant when I wear my specs. Oh, dear. I can't wait to wake up everyday and be able to see beyond the few inches in front of my face.