Caught in the Act

During a recent Dinner party Miss Katie (who is the author of "I don't Like Sweets") Brought Graeter's Ice Cream.

Then.....

She ate a whole bowl!!!!!!

I don't like sweets, indeed.

Whopperjawed

I used the term whopperjawed while giving report, and realized that it must be a West Virginia term, as no one knew what it meant.

Whopperjawed: adj: misaligned

Breaking News

So I woke up this morning with 3 breaking news alerts on my phone. One from MSNBC, one from Fox News, and one from BBC news, telling me that the US Embassy in Afghanistan came under attack during the night. Trying to keep up with current events, we turn MSNBC on to learn more information.

They were talking about the republican debate...

CLEARLY that is more important that the attack on the Embassy (which is considered US soil)...

Take the time

Life can be so busy that you lose sight of the little things. It's important to take the time to stop and smell the roses. Or in mycase today, to enjoy walking through leaves that have fallen to the ground. Having grown up in the country, it does my heart good, to crunch newly fallen leaves. I will admit that earlier today, I may have frolicked through them. There were surprisingly quite a few on the ground.

I encourage all of you to find some simple thing, that you may have lost sight of in the hustle-bustle world that we live in.

Diagnosis: Stage IV Liberal

This is a conversation Matt and I have as I'm putting on lotion. (It smells like cloves and hippies)

Matt: Is that your hippie stuff?

Me: Yup

Matt: Ewww Gross.

Me: It's not like you can catch "Liberal"

Matt: (In a serious, doctor tone) I'm sorry, but there's really nothing we can do. With Stage IV Liberal...it's inoperable

Me: (In equally serious voice) You just have to let them go.

True Story

Fall is in the air

I know the title is "Love is in the air" but I have made an executive decision. It is now fall. Good-bye hot humid Cincinnati summer, hello Pumpkin Spice Lattes, Festivals, and open windows!

Fall is, BY FAR, my most favorite season of the year. Brisk evenings on the porch with hot tea, windows open all day and all night, and bundling up for bed. The chance to wear super cute jackets, scarves, and boots! I could wax poetic for hours about my love

affair with fall, but I digress.

A few days ago, Matt and I made an excursion to Hobby Lobby and Garden Ridge to make the apartment festive for fall. To get into the mood, naturally, we went to Starbucks for the glorious arrival of their Pumpkin Spice Latte. Then on to shopping. We made out like bandits and got lots of festive decorations for not a lot of money. Here are the fruits of our labor:

Tootin' & Scootin'

We went to the Border's Going Out of Business Sale the other day, and as we were walking back to the car, my husband informed me:

I was tootin' and scootin' all through the history section...I was trying to clear it out so no one would take the good books.

LOL

Tootin' & Scootin':  v. The act of passing gas, while ambulating.

You don't tug on Superman's Cape...

Does anyone know that Jim Croce song: Don't Mess Around With Jim

Take a little listen, and pay attention to the chorus.  It teaches us many things.

Have you listened to it?

Well the chorus goes something like this:

You don't tug on Superman's cape

You don't spit into the wind

You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

And you don't mess around with Jim

Well, now that we are on the subject...

We were driving around, running errand...and by we, I mean, My wonderful husband and I...and Matt spits out the window...but right at that moment a big gust of wind blew, and blew the spit right back onto his forehead...

Which he promptly wiped off.

I didn't see it, but as we don't keep secrets from each other, he told me all about it.

I LOL'd

Moral of the story:

Don't spit into the wind