mrs617

My bookend is my dear sister, Heidi. Bookends are great things, they share between them everything from history to fiction to fantasy to picture books, and one would be quite lost without the other.

There you have it. Any questions?

Seems like things are so busy lately, but I can't really put my finger on the difference. I've been terrible about commenting...and even reading...this last week, sorry!


Hannah and I had a delightful time yesterday. :) We went to the mall, out for dinner, then to the show, and topped it off with Starbucks. Michael Flatley is amazing! But despite the incredible dancing, my favorite part was when he played the flute (did you know he was a concert flutist?). It was absolutely amazing! I discovered that you can get the soundtrack for Celtic Tiger, so I added it to my Amazon wish list. :)

At Starbucks Hannah got a pumpkin spice latte, so I did some experimenting this afternoon...mmm! Have an espresso machine? Add 1/8 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice (I have a recipe for it if you don't have the spice on hand) and 1 Tablespoon sugar to your milk before heating it. At first I thought it would be very similar to the egg nog latte that I make, but it's not. Yay! Now I have two holiday coffee drinks. :)

Beautiful things # 10 11: Leaves dancing in the road.

Dancing leaves on the road
Brilliant blue of the Autumn sky
Sunshine glowing through the trees
Walking through piles of red and gold
Anticipation

I need to get a birthday card in the mail so that it makes it by the 31st...

I think I'm addicted to Bath and Body Works. I'm not telling you how many scents of shower gel we have in our shower.

And of course, Hailie's still cute.

Edit: haha! Less than half of you knew that an abattoir was a slaughterhouse! *snigger*

Did I ever mention how poetic my sister is?

White:

pure virgin winter landscape, icy fingers of wind lifting the wisps of hair around the face. the pristine whiteness provides a cruel contrast against the naked leafless tree. Aloof it holds itself, until...three small children with bright red scarves...

Yellow:

golden light embodied in the tiny essence of an autumn leaf. the skies lowering overhead do not darken it's brilliance, but intensify it until one believes there must be an inner source

Orange:

the produce dept. at the grocery store, oranges piled high-- I weigh them tentitively in my hand-- imagining juice trickling down my chin and fingers

( well....most of the time... )

....what did I do so differently in this poll?? I just stuck that last question because I wanted to use the scale, and I couldn't think of anything else. Speak up oh wise ones!

Would you describe a paperweight (you know, an inanimate object) as 'loyal'?

My boss sounded a little croaky this morning, so I asked him if he was getting a cold. He said, "No, my wife has a cold, and she won't stop breathing on me!"

I found a good thing about Heidi being gone. I drink less coffee. I bet she does too. There's something about companianship that makes drinking coffee more fun sometimes.

Fuel prices and summer temperatures both going down. That's a good thing. As are clean windows on my car.

Edit: By the way, in answer to the question of arm wrestling, I beat Fred with the right arm, and he beat with the left.