Do yourself a favor

and make these immediately!

I've made them twice now and have plans to make them again soon. The recipe might appear intimidating but please believe me when I say "You can do it." You can, you can, you CAN! And they are so delicious that after you try them you will gobble them up and be forced to make some more. Trust me on this.
The recipe does make 7,you heard that right, SEVEN cake tins worth. Here's the good news in 2 parts
I- They freeze well. Just don't bake all the way till the perfect golden and don't make/apply the icing until ready to serve.
II- You know folk. And if you make them these they will absolutely love you forever. More than they already do. Promise. This is the idea that hooked me on the recipe. The recipe creator(is that a word?) suggests to give them as Christmas happies. Or for your own purposes like the ever popular "I'm sorry I'm always behind on paperwork, please don't fire me" gift.

So go out and bake to your hearts content.

click on the picture for the link to the recipe


*recipe and photo by The Pioneer Woman - I absolutely love her! If you are not familiar please check her out. Check out her blog I mean!

Roadtrip randomness

So Jeremy and I have been on many many a roadtrip in our almost 5 years together. I thought it was only fair to share the joy and sorrow of roadtrippin' with the Beavers. Enjoy!

snap.snap.Is this thing on?



Yes, yes it is.




There that's better.





Hey! WATCH THE ROAD for crying out loud!!

And who took this picture? ....

No really who took this?



I like to take pictures of Jeremy




Jeremy likes having his picture taken! I speak 100% truth here people. There are no lies or falsities on this blog. Nope. None.



Jeremy also likes to sing.




Told ya.


Sometimes I ride in the back seat. You know, when I make Jeremy chauffeur me around. Or when there are other people on our trip with us. Then I get to annoy, I mean entertain them.

Here take my picture.

Pure entertainment.




Ooops.

Did you just toot? Don't worry I won't tell a soul.


Gas happens. I get it. Believe me, I understand.



Have I ever told you that my mom has a gag reflex? Like... an embarrassing in public, yet hysterically funny while at home gag reflex. Its intense, and when given the chance I'll do my best to imitate it, but its nothing like the real thing. So sometimes I like to take pictures that she'll find on our camera. You know pass it over, show her some harmless pictures of the dog and say "just keep pressing the button on the left."
Then she get this







Look I can hardly contain my excitement, its just seeping out.

Its a kiwi flavored starburst. Who do you think I am?




Back to the trip. If you were a fly smashed against our windshield, this is what you might hear... if a dead fly could hear.

Not even on the interstate yet...

me: "Well lets take a happy smiley picture while we've still got it in us."
Jeremy: "YES! This is my favorite!!!" (okay maybe I made that part up.)



me: "What the ?%^&#! I don't have a chin in that picture. Waaahhh! Waaahhh! I want a chin." Me thinking now- Maybe I'll take this oppotunity to practice my picture taking abilities that create/remove extra chins for people. I can't be the only one with this problem.
Jeremy singing again: "Someday I'm gonna be famous. Do I have talent well no. These days you don’t really need it. Thanks to reality shows. Can't wait to date a supermodel. Can’t wait to sue my dad.Can't wait to wreck a Ferrari. On my way to Rehab."

Me:
Take One


Creepy.

Take two



Me still thinking: hand-under-the-chin-so-as-to-manually-seperate-your-face-into-two-parts isn't really working. Well maybe there is a button on some photoeditor that does this for me. Probably not Picasa. If I buy Photoshop it better have a damn "fix my face" button. And who knew I had so many freckles? Thanks for all those kisses while asleep Angels! I know you came down from heaven and all but I think you went a little overboard. I'm filing a complaint.

Jeremy still singing: "These days there’s dudes getting facials. Manicured waxed and botoxed. But with deep spray on tans and creamy lotioney hands,you can’t grip a tackle box. With all of these men lining up to get neutered,it’s hip now to be feminized. I don’t highlight my hair, I’ve still got a pair. Yeah, honey I’m still a guy"

Me:"Hey baby. Can we do that happy, smiley picture again. You weren't really smiling in the first one."

Jeremy:"Why, I'd love to."




Jeremy:"So, show me. What did it look like?"
Me:"Oh. My. Gosh. Its a perfect profile of my chin that goes on forever.UGH!"
Jeremy:"Your being silly. Let me see."




Jeremy:"What is up with my chins? One is plenty but there's enough there to feed a small country. Let's try again."

I offer no suggestions because, lets face it, I have none.




Jeremy:"Okay no more of those."





Me:"Baby, you're funny."
Jeremy:"Seriously stop, or I'll wreck this car."
Me: "Okay, okay. Don't get your boxer briefs in a wad. Geez." I'll just entertain myself. I can do that. Thankyouverymuch!




and in case you were wondering what my uvula looks like I offer the following

I don't know what is considered normal size wise for these things but I've always thought mine was GINORMOUS



Um, yeah. Maybe self portraits aren't my strong suit. Maybe I should try artsy photos.







Hey where have I seen those before...



oh yeah, here.







There that's better. I actually kinda like that last one.







On the rare occasion that I have to take my ring off I am left with this. I love it, it's like an invisible ring.


It's permanent.

Kinda like this.

Did You Know?

Beavers mate together for life



I Did.

The Most Interesting Thing I've Done This Year... So Far

Jeremy and I went to play paintball somewhere in the boonies (aka Brandon). The following is a record of that experience.
On our way there Jeremy shows me his gameface.

 

We're talking as we normally do in the car only this time I'm entertaining myself with the camera while we talk. It went a little something like this.

me: "Baby I'm kinda scared it will hurt when the paintball hits me."
Jeremy: "Don't be scared baby just look at'em like this and the will be too scared to even shoot at you."



me: "Oh. okay. But when you get hit what does YOUR face look like."
Jeremy:


Me: "Hey babe I'm gonna take my ring off cause I don't want to get paint on it."
Jeremy:"Your not going to get hit, but if you'll feel better.
Me:"I will thankyouverymuch."



Jeremy:"We're here."
Me:"Hip Hip Hooray!Hip Hip Hooray!"
Okay maybe not really.

There are no pictures nor words for what followed. Although I will give words a try. But rest assured it went something like this.
Jeremy and I met some friends,who I will affectionately refer to as Caty, Ryan and Christian, paid our money and grabbed our gear. Caty and I had never played. Jeremy and I were running late (insert gasp here) so there is no time to dally. Or to get nervous. Or proper instructions. We begin walking toward the battlefield and I begin asking questions:
"Is the saftey on now, or now?"
"Why do I have to keep this thingy over my barrel?"
"Does it matter if my mask is fogging up and I can't see?"
(Insert silence)
I am not concerned though The boys are going to show us the ropes, protect us, lead us, guide us. Stay by us through thick and thin.

Boys? Boys? Why are you so far away? Stop walking so fast, this gun is heavy.

I overhear some strategy chatter and observe some serious looking equipment adorning some matching camoflouge-decked out 12 year olds and, is that, a Dad? Someone informs us that if we were to get shot then we have to hold our gun in both hands over our head and yell "Hit. Hit. Hit." Also there is something about when someone gets within point blank range of you they should ask you to surrender. If this happens we're supposed to say. "Suck it." Just kidding we're intructed to say "I surrender" unless we want to get shot.

I'm getting slightly nervous. The boys don't seem to be concerned with my plight here. I ask my questions louder and add some more.
"Is the safety on now, or now?"
"Why do I have to keep this thingy over my barrel?"
"Does it matter if my mask is fogging up and I can't see?"
"What is suppressive fire?"
"Am I going to get shot?"
"Where do I go when it starts?"

I get an answer on that last one. One of the guys I know says "Just follow me."
Feeeewwww!That was a close one. I was about to get worried.

The game begins and everyone sprints into action taking their places, running for cover into their optimal positions. Everyone except me and Caty. We're just standing there with questions:

Where did everyone go?
Who are we supposed to be following?
Is my saftey off?
Is that noise I hear paintballs being fired?
We quickly got a response to that last question, though not they way we would have hoped.
Skip this part if you have or would like to maintain your virgin ears.

SHIT. FUCK. WHAT THE HELL. OH MY GOSH! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HELP ME YOU BASTARDS! I DON'T WANT TO GET SHOT!
Caty and I start running to the nearest thing that looks remotely like shelter. Turns out it was the referees golf cart and not an actual shelter. We are informed to keep going. "The battlefield is that way." Thanks alot tubby neon wearing ref dude. You're just like everyone else. Don't you see, there are armed adolecents trying to KILL us. Really KILL us. With paint and all!
We keep running. This time we find some sort of particle board propped up against a tree. It will have to do. We squat down and begin to look around...
wooosh.whizzz. splat. bam. bam.
I think at this point we are both in shock and trying to collect our thoughts with the hope that we can formulate some sort of plan that will allow us not to get shot. Let's face it. That would hurt. And I don't know about you, but that day in the bunker, me and Caty were all for not getting shot by some stupid mean 12 y/o and his high tech nitrous so-I can-shoot-more-bullets-faster-and harder gun. We bravely look around with our guns pointed somewhere near the ground.
There is some talk of our quads burning and how we gravely underestimated the physicality of this activity.
Miracle of all miracles I see Jeremy hunkered down in a shelter to our right about 20yards away.
"BABY WE'RE OVER HERE!"
That'll do it. He just didn't know where we were. I bet he was looking for us.
"I'm kinda busy babe. You're alright."
Well If the mountain will not come to Mohammed, Mohammed must go to the mountain.
"Caty, when I say go, you run, you go as fast as you can to Jeremy."
Caty:"Okay!!"
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Caty runs faster than I could have imagined anyone running in this circumstance under these conditions. Maybe it was her karate pants that gave her the additional speed boost. Just as she is approaching Jeremy's shelter she does something amazing. She dives for it. Like she was gettin' paid to do it or something. All out belly flop... about 5 feet shy of the actual shelter.

If laughter was a crime, Jeremy and I would be serving life sentences for that incident alone. I'm laughing now just remembering it. It was magnificint to behold.

Soon after that Jeremy moved up for a better position, er something like that. Now Caty and I are clueless AND seperated. Read F'ed. I hear noise in her direction and look just as some too cool for school joker comes barreling around her shelter. He's got the gun pointed at her face and I hear him yell "Surrender. Do you surrender?"
What is happening. I want to scream but something comes over me. I remember that I possess opposable thumbs. You forget these things under pressure. Trust me. This means I can shoot my gun. YAY!
Caty begins yelling. "Surrender I surrender" and running off. Towards me.
"MOVE CATY! OUT OF THE WAY. I'M GONNA SHOOT THAT GUY."
Where did he go now. Darn it. He was just right there. I turn to look to my left but before my head can make the full rotation I see that same doofus above me, leaning over my particle board, pointing the same damn gun asking the same stupid question. "DO YOU SURRENDER" Because I value my life and don't wish to have paint between my eyes I say "Surrender, I surrender, don't shoot please don't shoot! aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
I throw my gun over my head gripping it with both hands trying desperately to remember where the "rebirthing zone" is and why on earth I am here in these woods in the first place. While I'm doing this I also pray that I don't get hit by any strays. I'm am standing straight up for goodness sakes. There probably isn't a bigger target.
I meet up with Caty in the "rebirthing zone" where we seriously contemplate not rebirthing but instead staying in the warm safe womb that is the hay field, until this stupid game is over. Well the clock saves us from having to look like wussy's and the rainbow bright rolly polly ref sounds the horn. GAME OVER.

Everyone filters out of the woods and begins their debriefing. "Man. I almost had you. Were you the one behind that log? Gosh that was a good position." I kid you not, these are direct quotes.
We all begin walking back to home base or whatever to get more ammo. Yeah cause I need it bad. I would be tempted to spill some out, so I'll look like I shot my gun at least a few times, but I paid for it so I don't want to be wasteful.

Rounds 2 and 3 are better. The boys feel sufficently bad for abandoning us, as they should. They instead focus on incorporating us into the strategery. There is a glorious moment for me in the second round where I go kamakazie style after the flag. Apparently I'm way better at offense. I of course get shot. A bunch. Cuss alot. A LOT! But it served as a distraction because Ryan was able to actually capture the flag before I could make it back to the rebirthing zone.
This move earned me mad props by everyone who saw. I felt like Xena the Warrior Princess.



Overall the day was memorable but I don't know if a reapeat will be necessary. It does the body good to feel such an adrenaline rush during those games but when its gone, well its gone. And I'm not a fan of feeling that sore. And I do feel horribly guilty for saying so many cuss words around so many children. I shouldn't even have a tongue anymore after that day.


The Dynamic Duo

And to prove that it really does leave a mark...

WHAT? June already!

So its been slightly awhile since the last post. At first I think there is no real reason why other than time just totally flies by. Though, truth be told, during this time I have had a dramatic decrease in my access to the Internet. A life long procrastinator, I look for anything else to do other than what needs to be done. This has been where the blog comes in in part, because it is SO much fun, way more fun than whatever I "should" be doing. So for the sake of my job I had them disable my access to the Internet in my office. EGAD! I know- how utterly horrific! It got bad, folks, real real bad.
But this lead to an unexpected change. When my access decreased and I had to turn elsewhere for entertainment/firefighting, when I did have the opportunity to surf, or blog, or facebook, it felt...different. I can't explain it. Its just like its not the same anymore. Part of me feels more private, I think about things to blog and then like a little kid who has a thought of sharing a toy, instantly snap my hands back and scream "No, MY TOY!!!" or in this situation, "No my life, MY thoughts!" This surprises me the most. I have lived and continue to live a pretty "open book" kind of life- even to my husbands chagrin. So why now would I feel this way. Am I...changing? (insert every eerrrr?, huh?, what?, really?) Me of all people.It continues to spill over. This year for our anniversary I CHOSE a night at home with Jeremy cooking vs. out to eat all dolled up at a nice restaurant. Again on a recent trip out of town with the opportunity to go out to a bar and enjoy a night out I really contemplated a bottle of wine and a night in. My sweet, introvert husband pushed for (and won I might add) the night out.
So I'm not sure what came first, the internet decrease or the chosen isolation and privacy but either way both remain.
Please don't think that this is a "good-bye blog" post. Its more just a way to explain the absence in the only way I know how- honesty. I'm just in a cocoon for now and I know shortly I will emerge, with lots to say and share but for now know that things are good.
Until then.

My Sister

If your already confused just keep reading. I'm going to tell some stories- completely true stories.
When I was a sophomore in college the following occurred: I was at my mothers house, probably home for the summer and a girl, whom I had gone to high school with, came over to pick up her brother who had spent the night with my brother. While she was waiting we stood around talking. We had attended the same school for many years and she was the grade below myself. In a school that had no more than 50 people in each grade. As we were talking she looked over and saw my senior picture hanging on the wall (you know the formal one with the black "cape" or whatever) she said "Do you have a sister?" What? What is she talking about? She proceeds. "The picture, is that of your sister?" "Um, no that's me" I say. She attempts to recover. "Oh, it doesn't look like you. You're so pretty in the picture." Huh? She went about her merry way after retrieving her brother, probably never thinking about this incident again. I however was completely baffled. We went to school together. A really really small school. Where would I have hidden a sister? And maybe at the time of the incident I looked different than I did in the photo, MAYBE, but she knew me then AND could I have looked that different for your first assumption to be that the picture is not me at all but a sister. I told this story to a few (hundred) people the next few years and all but forgot about it...until yesterday.
I was staffing a case with a co-worker in my office. This co-worker did not know me before I came to Warren-Yazoo, which will be two years ago in May. He was sitting in a chair facing my desk. I have this picture on my desk



As he was getting up to leave he took a step closer to the desk, leaned over and then asked "Is that your sister?"
"Um no, that's me and my husband."
Can someone say Deja Vu.
"Oh well you just look older there. Maybe its the black and white. You just look more mature there, I guess"
Again, do I look THAT different to you, right now, standing here in my office,let alone working with me for almost two years, that upon seeing that picture you can't fathom that it MIGHT be me so your best GUESS is that its of my sister!!!!

I don't know how to wrap this up, only to say that I know I don't get "gussied up" every day like I do WHEN I WANT MY PICTURE TAKEN but seriously folks, is it that different. Do I need to bump my stupid human trick from clapping with one hand (for real) and change it to "not appearing as self in photos" And furthermore should I take these incidents as compliments or insults. Or neither but just random, similar occurrences.

Happy Valentines Day

Okay so I'm a day early but at least I'm getting it BEFORE it happens. I have always liked V-day. Oh side note- does anyone remember circa 2000 when Valentines Day was promoted by feminists to see the Vagina Monologues. Is it just me? I remember poster and fliers everywhere on my college campus. I was so easily influenced that I almost went to see it:) I wonder if any of you ever saw it? Anyhoo. This year I was very excited that Valentines day was on a Saturday so Jeremy and I could take the whole day and do fun date stuff. Apparently other people thought it was a good day to, to get married. Those people are my brother and future sis-in-law. And this Saturday they are going to be wed in Gatlinburg TN. So that's where we will be. And we are very very excited that they are going to get married, even if it is spur of the moment:)
In other February news (because lets be real this will probably be the only post I crank out his month): I inherited by marriage a very busy Feb. 2 sister in laws birthdays, one brother in laws birthday and the in-laws wedding anniversary. and its a short month at that! I'm still not used to having things besides Valentines in Feb. So to all the aforementioned. Happy Day. And happy V-day!
Hope y'all have a good one. Whether you celebrate V-day or not. I know there are some haters out there.

"What's New Pussy Cat whoa whoa!"

!!!RANDOM POST ALERT!!!!

So there are so many benefits of a song title as a blog post title. The number one is that hopefully you will sing it in your head all day. Ha! Number 2- I can potentially "smoke out" local readers, you know if i hear them humming/singing this song. Also it helps when you can't think of anything else.

So what's new with the Beavenators is not a whole whole lot. My mom and sweet niece came to visit me and Jeremy over MLK holiday. It was awesome. When they left I unexpectedly squalled my head off. I recovered after a nap and then thought a movie would cheer me up. We went to see Marley and Me. Great movie, NOT I repeat NOT a pick me up movie. UGH! Sometimes you just need to cry I guess. Fellas I know you feel me on this one! I will say as an aside the movie made me love my dog more. Crazy I know but for real it did.

In other news through a series of strange events I have become a personal shopper for babies. Not really but kind of. There are 4 count them, FOUR baby stores at the outlets in Vicksburg. They are as follows, Carter's, OshKosh, Gymboree and The Children's Place. I visit these stores innocently enough, you know buying presents for one friends child and then subsequently call/tell everyone i can think of/see the good deal I got. This usually ends with other friends that are mama's saying "oooh could you get me thus and such". OF COURSE I CAN! Another excuse to go back to a baby store and spend someonelse's money!!! I mean does anyone think that this is NOT fun. And if they do I simply ask, "have you seen baby clothes lately?"

Jeremy and I want to take a trip either spring break (sooner) or summer (later) and I was wondering if anyone would like to plug a vacay or destination. Let me tell you our idea's. We've done the beach thing and are not opposed but were wanting to branch out of the panhandle of florida beach trip. We like the outdoors enough, are open to camping but would not want a trip where we had one activity after another (No adrenaline junkies here) but also not NOTHING to do or see. We would like to drive but cheap flights are not prohibited. We have thought about Montana for no other reason than it sounds cool. We would like to go places neither of us has been which, if we stick to this, rules out Alaska- okay that's not really an option but Jeremy's been there and I'm so jealous;Wyoming/Yellowstone, Gatlinburg/Smoky Mtns, New York City, Charleston SC. Random but really we want to do something fun and different. Your ideas and suggestions would be greatly welcome.

If your still reading... Thanks! Sorry for the randomness, I tried to warn you!
In other news I use too many exclamation points!!! and that drives Jeremy crazy!!! and he has officially made me paranoid about it! I never knew I overused them!!! until I met him! and my grammar ain't worth poo! so boo! nor can i spell so hell. but I can rhyme all the time.

The New Year and a new part!

I am T minus 2 hours and 23 minutes until the first FULL FIVE day work week is over for the new year. And this is what I am doing, blogging. But just a quick line to say its been a good week. A little slow at work but that has given me a chance to stay ahead of the paperwork monster that is my life. I have tried to implement some new habits like MAKING myself do certain things and then rewarding myself afterwards. This blogging would be an example of what happens after a reward, I keep rewarding and just plain induldge. Before you know it no more work is getting done. I am such a child. Therefore I chose to give myself tough love and no more rewards. I am still trying to figure out how I can be efficent and sane at my job. This is probably a life long skill that will take me years to figure out. For me its really REALLY a big change, to be proactively productive. So the longer this blog goes and the more I write there is a mixture of feelings, old shameful stuff that shakes it finger in my nose telling me I am bad and should get back to work. A rebel is present also that says #@#& you shameful part I'm still typing and we're gonna keep typing forever! But I have to acknowlegde there is a new part that is present. A much quieter smaller newer part that says it feels good to do work and feel ahead of that paperwork monster. And typing on the blog (right now while avoiding paperwork) doesn't feel as good as it used to.
Hello little guy, I'm glad you are here. I need you. Keep talking.

Last post for 2008!

So it's December 31st and I thought i would write one more post for this year. Sorry for the out of date header- that'll teach me to do something seasonal! Hopefully it will get changed soon but in the meantime here is a brief (not really) update. I know I haven't posted since October so let me say that Thanksgiving was great. We traveled to Chattanooga and saw family and friends. I lost my voice which is always entertaining for others and extremely frustrating for me! It was a nice long trip but it was good to get back home and get ready for Christmas!
Jeremy and I do the real tree thing. I am surprised that more people don't honestly. I never had one (real) growing up so I LOVE everything about a real tree, the look, the smell etc. Last year it took us awhile to pick one out but this year we were like seasoned pro's. We went to the place (home depot)and picked out the tree in like 5 mins. Then I even asked the guy if we could keep the trimmings and he was very friendly and obliged me. I had aspirations of making my own real wreath from the trimmings.So I'll give you 2 guesses what happened to those trimmings. Okay I'll just tell you. They are still in the storage closet where I put them that first night. Oh well maybe next year.
We went back to Chattanooga the weekend before Christmas to celebrate with my side of the family. It was a very nice, laid back trip. We got to see great friends (hello hollingsworths) that we hadn't seen in a while and see their sweet baby for the first time.
So we were both off work the whole week of Christmas and it was WONDERFUL! I really really want my job to just be hanging out with my husband. Can someone think of something that would generate income by letting me do that. I'd appreciate it. Jeremy asked for an XBOX 360 for Christmas and he is really okay with getting only one thing so with a little finagling he got his wish. I got more than I could imagine or want and if I typed it all out I wouldn't be able to convey how I felt receiving it. It wasn't in the items specific but in the effort and thought that my sweet husband went to surprise and spoil me. He's all about the build up, that's what he says, about the way you open presents. So he had me open in a specific order. At one point I got a little veclempt and misty eyed, a few gifts later real tears and at the end a complete boo hoo! It was great. I will say that the boo hoo was when he showed me an antique sewing table that was his parents and they were giving it to me. They had brought it over when we were out of town and put it in the guest room. I had been banned from that room but I thought it was just for Jeremy's gift wrapping purposes. So that morning when I saw that table I lost it. It was great.
More than anything this Christmas season I have been overwhelmed with the realization of how BLESSED I am. Everything, everything I have it a gift from God. My salvation, my health, my husband and family and their love for me, a job that is not in jeopardy due to the economy and is most of the time rewarding. We have transportation (and really really cheap gas) and a roof over our head. Beds to sleep in and covers (and heat) to keep us warm. Lots and lots of food to keep our bellies full. I trip and stumble almost every night over piles of laundry. We have so many clothes that its difficult to keep up with them all. And many many more. so I guess my New Year's resolution would be that I would be able to hold this feeling of being overwhelmed with blessings and be able to continue to feel it throughout 2009 and all my life really.

Waiting

I'm currently waiting for 5 o'clock to roll around so I can go home and see my hubby! - 19 mins and counting.
I'm waiting to take my LPC test on Saturday. Hurry up Saturday.
I'm waiting to get home so I can avoid studying and watch the office. hurry up 8pm.
I'm waiting for tomorrow so I can have my big cram session, for real.
I'm waiting for Saturday 12:01 so I can be DONE with stinky test and studying.
I'm waiting for my ALL my sweet pregnant friends to have their sweet babies so I can love on them. DON'T hurry up babies keep baking a little longer.
I'm waiting on Thanksgiving and Christmas so I can see and be with family.Yay family!
I'm waiting to grow up and be an adult (when does this happen?)
I'm waiting on God, to open doors and show me His will, praying for faith to walk through it, wherever it leads.

12 more mins till 5 o'clock! Hurry up life. Not really.

Blog Action Day

So apparently today is blog action day where blogs are "uniting" to discuss poverty. I have not written a post (boooooo!) but Charles did. Please go check it out. It's what I would have written, only better. Thanks Charles!