If You Hold On For One More Day

What a great day! A day when you can get a hot chocolate with breakfast and ice cream with lunch… well, it doesnt get any better than that.
Yay for Fall!

Your Words Dont Match The Story That Your Actions Show

Look at this! It’s my very own “Personal Watermelon.”

Seriously. Apparently, they came out this summer, but I just discovered them at Target yesterday. They are seedless and the size of a cantalope (as you can see). Too cute. Hopefully I’ll break it open and have a taste tonight (I’d share it with The Steve, but he’s allergic to melons…).

Besides personal watermelons… I’ve decided to vote in this coming presidential election. I was completely convinced not to vote, basically because I hate politics and all it doesnt stand for. But then there was a bit of enlightenment, followed by some of my own research and I feel informed enough to vote. I’m too anti-confrontational to tell you who for, though.

He Had It Comin’

Yesterday was our housewarming party. I meant to, but totally forgot to take pictures. Sorry. The party went well, though… I made a little too much food (but luckily I can blame that fault on my family, Aunt Pattie who always cooked for an army). Most people congregated in the kitchen, which seemed to hold about 15 people comfortably. I liked that people were standing around in the kitchen talking and laughing.
I was most nervous about Masha, our realtor coming. She hadnt seen the place since we painted or anything… and with how meticulous and anal she is about everything, we were both worried she’d hate what we had done. Which really doesnt matter, except we do intend for her to sell the place whenever we decide to move (which, I hope, wont be for a long long time). But, she didnt show. All that detailed cleaning for nothing.
The best part of the evening occured at the very end of the night. Sorry, Josh, but you’re not getting out of this one. Josh and Mamie stayed around for a short game of Mario Party. When that was done, they set off to leave, but when we opened the door, we realized that it was seriously pouring outside. They would have stayed till it let up, but Josh had to go to the lab (he does scientisty stuff, dont ask for more details that that). Now, rain is rain, no big deal… but our street currently has a river that runs down it because the drains are blocked (so they dont get clogged from construction). So, there’s this big river… running right down where their car is parked. The plan was devised that Josh would run out to the car, and pull it into the driveway for Mamie, so she didnt have to step in the big river. Very nice husbandly thing to do. So, Josh makes a run for it… run run running down the driveway… and then he stops short. Stops! In the middle of the pouring rain, he stops in front of the river “I cant make that!” he screams. We’re laughing hysterically, standing at the front door watching as he tries to figure out if some part of the river is less wide than the other…. Steve even yelled for him to come back inside if he wasnt going to jump across. But finally he did. It was too funny. Doubled over laughing funny.

There’s A Thrill That Words Cannot Express

A friend of mine dropped this link my way… little did he know my fascination with legos. In fact, I had just spent too much time staring at the lego Liberty Bell at the Philly airport. Amazing, I tell you. These pictures of the lego church are pretty amazing as well. Great detail. And its dedicated to Precious, the cat…

In other news… I’ve decided to plant some pansies. Pansies are my absolute favorite flower. At a point, it was obsessive. But, thats died down a bit. Still, I love them and I’m glad to have my very own house for them to surround. And its fall, perfect pansy time. So, per the recommendation of a green thumb friend, I went to a Durham shop (Stone Brothers & Byrd) and got the necessary items. Tomorrow morning, I shall plant pansies. The thing is… planting flowers requires two things Sabrina doesnt do well… being dirty, and being outside. I suppose I could pot them in the garage (the wonderous bridge between inside and outside) (oooo, wouldnt it be neat to have one of those big blower things at the garage doors… like at the butterfly house?). Well, if I survive it… I may plant more for my back porch… wish me luck!