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I'm going to let Katy post everything about the Pumpkin Walk so until she does that I just thought i'd let everyone know that Sage and I nursed a cocoon (i.e. put it in a jar with holes in the top) and it hatched!
Woot Woot

Nothing Nothing Tra La La

Ok, my title means I have nothing really important to talk about and doesn't have any further reference to The Labyrinth (sorry Katy)

At lunch time my dad always has a bottle of water into which he dumps about two cups worth of powders. Because of the insane amount of powder in his drink he is constantly shaking his water bottle because if he doesn't it will all settle to the bottom.
Today my dad skipped his powdered regimen and went for a plain bottle of water.
(who wants to guess the climax of this story??)
We caught my dad shaking his plain water bottle. It was SO funny!
He claims he was shaking oxygen into it.
Yeah Right!

I love moccasins. Actually I love fake moccasins (shout out to Ashlie).
I have three pair. One with jewels on the top part, one that is very fuzzy and used as slippers, and one plain pair with moderate fuzz, no jewels, and is used for everyday use.
The plain ones were very dirty so I threw them into the washer last night.
(which spurred the comment from my mom "what is in the washer? it sounds like a pair of shoes")
When I woke up this morning I went to get my work pants out of the dryer and noticed my moccasins were a little misshapen so I put them on to 'form' them. I was very very cold and putting the moccasins on warmed me up very quickly. As I continued getting ready for work I shuttered at the thought of taking off my warm comfy moccasins and putting on a cold, stiff pair of shoes. So........
(who wants to guess the climax to THIS story???)
I wore my moccasins to work today.
This wouldn't be such a big deal if it wasn't wet and muddy where I work.
Needless to say they are going back into the washer tonight.

Thank You Aunt Margie!

Who is Aunt Margie?

Aunt Margie was my mom's friend's aunt.

Why thank Aunt Margie?

I never knew Aunt Margie but she will live on in my heart because she passed down a recipe for cookies that now bear her name.  

Aunt Margie Cookies are really good with almond flavoring and a layer of melted chocolate on top.

I love Aunt Margie Cookies. 

I love recipes that bear the name of their owner.  Uncle Bill's Taco Casserole, Mom's Banana Bars, Suzan's Dip (none of those are real recipes but I'm sure they exist somewhere in the universe).

I never knew who Aunt Margie was until 5 seconds ago when I asked my mom who she was, (actually I asked my dad first and he told me she was my grandma's friend... what gives?) but she will go down in history as being a good cookie maker.  Isn't that kinda fun?  

I'm sure Aunt Margie never dreamed that one day her nieces friends daughter would someday in history be writing an Ode to her but it is what it is!  I'm going to try and get some recipes circulating with my name tacked on so hopefully sometime in history my niece's best friend's granddaughter's uncle will be writing an ode to me! 

ignorance IS bliss

Remember back when cell phones weren't existent so no one thought it was a big deal to travel without one? And these days it is considered crazy to travel anywhere without your cell phone. We didn't know what we were missing.
Same with old school Bic razors. I don't even know how many blades were in them, probably two or three but now a razor is no good unless it has 5 blades in it. Now your legs (or face or pits) just aren't smooth enough unless you have 5 razors.
This brings me to toilet paper. I'm sure everyone hates using public restrooms because they are nasty and publicly used but also because they typically have 1 ply toilet paper. Toilet paper isn't any good unless it is 2 ply. Well did you know that last month Quilted Northern launched a 3 ply toilet paper? I wonder how that is going to go over. Do we really need that extra layer? Do we really need 5 blades?
Ignorance really is bliss I guess because if you never knew how good a 5 bladed razor is then you wouldn't care.

All Or Nothing

I'm sorry I haven't been very regular with my posts. I don't have anything to say but I thought I'd update so people knew I wasn't dead.

Today at work Sage and I were helping tear out a garden we are redoing next year. This involved a lot of dirt and therefore getting dirty. Sage pointed out that oddly enough she enjoyed getting dirty. I have come to the conclusion that I want all or nothing when it comes to dirty. Nothing is more annoying to me than just being a little dirty or having just one wet pant-leg. I would much rather be totally immersed in water or a mud pit.
All or nothing.

My stupidity continues to amaze me

The other day at work we were celebrating a c0-workers birthday. Before we could eat the cake (we didn't have candles because she said there would be too many) I told everyone we had to sing Happy Birthday. Not everyone was in the room so I sang a solo round of "For She's A Jolly Good Fellow! That, nobody can deny!" Then it hit me. For 22 years of my life I thought the last part of that song meant no one can say no to the jolly good fellow. Turns out no one can deny that the person being sung about is jolly good!