Have a slice of Pi

So, as most of you know, over the past few years I've been memorizing pi a little at a time. It all started in the car on a roadtrip when my dad informed me that he had 30-some digits of pi memorized. Being the competitive person that I am, I was rather intrigued. I made up my mind that I would also have to memorize pi. So, my memorization journey began. With my dad's help I memorized as many digits as he had fairly quickly. I kept on, occasionally adding 3 or 4 more digits at a time. Not before long I had memorized 68 digits of pi. While impressive, I find myself stuck. I try to add on 3 more digits, but they just don't stick! Maybe it's because I'm not as passionate about it as I used to be. I figure, hey, if I can get shock-value with 68 digits, that's good enough for me! I know you're probably waiting for the dramatic end to this story, the exciting punch line, but that was really all I had to say. Just wanted to get it out of my system!

Brandon just finished mowing the front lawn. It's so hot out, poor guy! He's definitely a trooper. He's like a mailman that doesn't let any type of weather stop him. I suppose he has to be that way, though, in his line of work. He crawls through sweltering 140-degree attics! I would be passed out within 2 minutes! I guess that's a Happ thing, though. We overheat pretty easily. Like this past weekend when I went to the Desert Botanical Gardens with Katie, it was all outdoors (to my dismay) and it was blazing hot! I immediately started sweating and was inwardly loathing every minute of it. It wasn't as bad when we went in the Butterfly Emporium. It was a big netted tent with misters that came on every few minutes. It was fun to see all the butterflies but they didn't keep my attention off the heat for long. I was not appropriately dressed for the occasion, which didn't help matters at all. I wore a black shirt, dark jeans, and dark tennis shoes. This was because I was under the impression that everything (or, mostly everything) was going to be indoors. It wasn't so!! And to top it all off, it was $18 to get in! WAY overpriced, in my opinion! Just outside pathways with cacti and sporadic lizards/birds and the like. Oh, and the cafe there charges $5 for a hotdog! Really?? My goodness, it's robbery, I tell you! Thankfully we didn't stay long, but at the same time I almost wanted to stay longer so I could get my $18-worth (that's the stingy masochist in me, I guess!). Well, you live and learn.

My tummy is a rumblin' so I better go eat a Swiss Cake Roll. Cheers!

No Clue

So this is my very first blog ever in my life. Woo hoo! I'm pretty stoked, but I'll be honest, I am really nervous that my blogging career is going to be an epic fail. I really don't know what to blog about. I wish I had kids so I could have something interesting and worthwhile to write about. But I don't, so I'm afraid my entries are going to turn out to be a bunch of random thoughts/facts/questions/ponderings. Hopefully you don't mind. I guess you don't because you're still reading! Haha. So as I sit here at the computer I hear the soft patter of mice feet (or paws, I guess they're called?) in the small cage beside me. They are the food for Brandon's Banana California King snake named Relik. Fear not, he is friendly, or, at least he has been so far. He doesn't have teeth and he's not poisonous and I get a kick out of letting him slither through my hands sometimes!

I still remember the first time Brandon brought a live mouse home with the intention of feeding it to Relik. I cried for the poor little soul. I vowed I would save him and yet he still ended up in the snake's belly. Well, I'm probably creeping you out right now, so I'll quit with all the snake talk. My dog, Berlin, is sleeping on the floor behind my chair. She finally gave up all the whining and begging to be released from this room I have her locked in with me. I haven't found her to be trustworthy to roam the rest of the house unsupervised yet. The last time I did that (2 days ago) I found her as happy as can be tearing my bathing suit apart. Ah, well, I needed a new one anyway.

I'm sure you're probably wondering what kind of a canine she is, breed-wise. She's a mix of Boxer and Pit bull. Now, now. Please don't think that just because she's part Pit that she's going to turn on us and maul us to the point of becoming unrecognizable. There are no bad dogs, just bad owners, if you can even call some that. Like Cesar Millan (The Dog Whisperer) says, "I deal with a lot of red zone cases, and I often hear people incorrectly blaming the breed. Any breed can cause trouble. The difference between an aggressive Chihuahua and an aggressive Pit Bull is that the bigger breeds can cause proportionately bigger damage." Berlin is a very sweet and energetic dog. We love her to bits. She knows her basic commands and we have even trained her to ring a bell that hangs on the backdoor when she wants to go outside. Brandon taught her to "roll over" in about 10 minutes a few days ago. She's very smart!

Well, I think I've written enough for my first blog. I guess it didn't turn out to be as crappy as I thought it was going to! Haha. Stay tuned for the next entry but don't hold your breath!