If you see me and I am a bald, 400 lb woman...

I had forgotten how much I like to munch when I write papers and how much I feel like pulling my hair out at the same time. Wait, the second part is not true, I am far too vain about my hair to seriously consider pulling it out. But I am getting sick of the hours spent doing neck exercises: down at the book, up at the computer screen, down at the book, up at the computer screen...

I bought a few books recently:
The Joy of Cooking, by Irma S. Rombauer - I purchased this as a compliment to The All New Joy of Cooking, since the newer version has more recipes but leaves out a lot of the basic cooking stuff the original had in it. Like a Kitchen-Aid mixer and a crock pot, no kitchen would be complete without them. I've got the cookbooks, now I just need to get the other things...
Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong, by James W. Loewen - This was recommended by a friend who said it influenced her toward teaching high school history. I plan to use this as my airplane reading when I go home for Christmas in 13 days (not counting down or anything).
Desiring God's Will: Aligning Our Hearts with the Heart of God, by David G. Benner - This was something I found online while looking for another of his books to give to a friend for Christmas. It's a short book about cultivating discernment and the desire to do the things we know God wants us to do. I'm inclined to like it already, since I opened the book and read the following paragraph:

"An elderly man in our church when I was growing up was recognized by us kids as someone who didn't like children. (Kids can just tell that sort of thing!) One Sunday he turned around in the midst of the service and blasted my brother and me for inadvertently kicking his seat. It would have been bad enough if he had done so discreetly. But being almost deaf, he spoke so loudly that the whole service was interrupted. I recall wishing the ground would open up and swallow me then and there. But it didn't."

Alas, I must return to my homework. The world will never know just how racist Thomas Dixon was unless I tell them!