Live your life with arms wide open. Today Is Where Your Book Begins. The rest is still unwritten.
So, another Terkey Day has come and gone, and the Butterball company has had another successful season.
At about 1 or so we headed over to the Gee Ma's hawse for a bit of family Thanksgiving festivities. Half the fam wasn't there, but there were enough to create a quite a ruckus concerning poker chips that ended with mine having to empty quite a few of them from the pockets and insides of my Paris Blues. I'm still not exactly sure who was won the bidding, but contrary to John's protests, I was so in the highest basement demand. Even if it is a little illegal.
We then frolicked over the the Auntie's casa post comiendo, where we were amoungst the first to arrive, even though it was tapping on 7 o' clock and twilight had finally settled over the pie scraps.* The rest of the night was sort of chill. We loitered about in the basement for a bit to avoid the masses of heliotrope fumes filtering throughout the upper floor, and played a fine game of darts which basically concluded in the slow loss of probably about half of those that we started with. Then there was Catherine and her pig SHRINE. I will never look at pink farm animals the same way ever again. Too many painted eyes.
Jenni and I then stayed the night at Connie's so as to partake in a bit of Post-Thanksgiving Day shopping with the French family girls. I have decided that there is NOTHING on earth I want that badly. NOTHING. Especially when you have to wake up before dawn has even thought of cracking over the horizon to do so.
Oh yes, Birthday Wishes. :-)
*Happy Belated Birthday to Kristin. Lynn's Paradise Cafe is now pretty much my favorite place to eat EVER. I do believe that Anniendo took a few fine pictures there back in the Better Than Ezra day. It's the place with the mass teacups and such out front. They also apparently have Magic Pants. I wonder if they're like invisibility cloaks in a knicker-like form.
*Happy Birthday tomorrow to Colena, and on Wednesday to Bivina. Have a cake fight, play with helium balloons and just all out have a lovely day turning 17. :-)
Sadly however, I must trundle off and work on a speech duo Jenny and I have procrastinated leikwhoa on and try and get it memorized before Saturday. Oh my sweet wounded Jesus. Pray for us. :-X
I think school is trying to keel us all ded with impressive speed this week.
I think 'God Bless the Procrastinators [insert holy gift here]...' should be added to the Beattitudes. Just a thought.
Tally ho!
*Note: Pumpkin pie tastes really good with strawberry whipped cream. Anyone who tells you different is pretty much trippin'.
At about 1 or so we headed over to the Gee Ma's hawse for a bit of family Thanksgiving festivities. Half the fam wasn't there, but there were enough to create a quite a ruckus concerning poker chips that ended with mine having to empty quite a few of them from the pockets and insides of my Paris Blues. I'm still not exactly sure who was won the bidding, but contrary to John's protests, I was so in the highest basement demand. Even if it is a little illegal.
We then frolicked over the the Auntie's casa post comiendo, where we were amoungst the first to arrive, even though it was tapping on 7 o' clock and twilight had finally settled over the pie scraps.* The rest of the night was sort of chill. We loitered about in the basement for a bit to avoid the masses of heliotrope fumes filtering throughout the upper floor, and played a fine game of darts which basically concluded in the slow loss of probably about half of those that we started with. Then there was Catherine and her pig SHRINE. I will never look at pink farm animals the same way ever again. Too many painted eyes.
Jenni and I then stayed the night at Connie's so as to partake in a bit of Post-Thanksgiving Day shopping with the French family girls. I have decided that there is NOTHING on earth I want that badly. NOTHING. Especially when you have to wake up before dawn has even thought of cracking over the horizon to do so.
Oh yes, Birthday Wishes. :-)
*Happy Belated Birthday to Kristin. Lynn's Paradise Cafe is now pretty much my favorite place to eat EVER. I do believe that Anniendo took a few fine pictures there back in the Better Than Ezra day. It's the place with the mass teacups and such out front. They also apparently have Magic Pants. I wonder if they're like invisibility cloaks in a knicker-like form.
*Happy Birthday tomorrow to Colena, and on Wednesday to Bivina. Have a cake fight, play with helium balloons and just all out have a lovely day turning 17. :-)
Sadly however, I must trundle off and work on a speech duo Jenny and I have procrastinated leikwhoa on and try and get it memorized before Saturday. Oh my sweet wounded Jesus. Pray for us. :-X
I think school is trying to keel us all ded with impressive speed this week.
I think 'God Bless the Procrastinators [insert holy gift here]...' should be added to the Beattitudes. Just a thought.
Tally ho!
*Note: Pumpkin pie tastes really good with strawberry whipped cream. Anyone who tells you different is pretty much trippin'.