Rum, Dreams, and Congrats!

The Rum Diary is a great story that Hunter S. Thompson wrote and it is coming out as a movie! I always tell people it feels like you are sitting on the beach when you read the book- never minding that the cover has an image of Thompson doing just that. What a great book to read during the winter months!
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I had two dreams last night. The first one- It was a Monday when I should have been at work. I was still doing things that involved moving and I barely remember that I needed to be at work. I just blew it off as another day.

The second one- oh yea, I was talking with Lebron James, kind of on a porch set up. And the conversation was really easy going. We had things to say, back and forth. And he was so nice. But we kept being interrupted, like we were passing out Halloween candy or something like that.
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Thanks giving was lots o' fun as always- but I do have to admit without Drunk Stephanie and Erin it was a little quieter this year. Ohmygosh, the food was AWESOME! Congratulations Stephanie!

Chili Cook-off Results

There were five entries of chili. Twenty nine participants, each donating at least 2 bucks. Over 60 dollars for Coats for Kids. I (along with one other) got honorable mentions represented with clapping. I lost 5 votes- three people were scared of my mushrooms, one said she liked mine but didn't vote, and the other didn't eat chili at all- she just came to be part of the hoo-ra. The person who put all this together won. That makes for a mysterious-fishy-chili contest....

SUPER FUN!! THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

Moving Part 2

Things are moving with the move, ah ha. Mostly Gen's stuff, for her room. She packed a lot of papers, pencils, trinkets, bells, and whistles. I told her after everything is set and put away she will need to pack three boxes back up. I figure this will be a nice lesson for her to learn- to live with out some things that you though were so important. And three boxes isn't much. I even said she can pick the boxes, big, small, doesn't matter.

But her bed is up, and I have to roll a sticky thing around because Jeff's cat, Hissy, as Gen calls her, has taken a liking to it.

Jeff's cats are hilarious. They are both quiet if you don't mess with them, of course Jeff can't let THAT be. Whiskers, is old old old, and very daintly with a LOT of long grey hair. She stares at you until you feed her and will very slowly and lightly lay on your lap. Jeff throws her around and does strange things to her (some how he doesn't hurt her), like forces her to dance the YMCA. She is a sweet thing with sharp nails.

Weezer, the one Gen calls Hissy, has shorter hair, calico, and large. She has no front claws and Jeff LOVES to screw with her because she makes noises beyond hissing. Jeff made her hiss and growl so loud one time a neighbor said something threw the window. She bats her paws as hard as she can and will try to bite. But I actually picked her up today to feed her and she didn't put up a fight once I had hold of her. She is hilarious!

So far I have moved all my unimportant things. I pack the car some times when I visit. We decided after Thanksgiving I will move all my big stuff. That weekend I guess. I don't have much, just one van load should do it.

Pork Sucks.

I try and I tried.
Even Jeff's Best Chef Recipes-
a pork roll with apples and stuffing in it
sucks.

It smells like rotted dead bodies
baked in the microwave.

Joke

If a big-breasted woman works at Hooters,
where do one legged people work?





IHOP.

Happy Birthday Traci!

Happy Birthday Vern!

Smartest man in the library-
he can rap out any rhyme
for you or me!

Pound one out for Vern!

SO excited about moving!

Jeff and I have been talking about what we need to do and saying stuff like, "Are you really sure, yea, I'm sure..." Back and forth. He has been so supportive, even for Gen. He said she could have her room painted if she wants (although, to keep things easy, I will vote to not bring up the issue at all.) But other stuff, like having a Christmas tree... he's a guy, I didn't think he would want one or care to have one. He told me "Heck yea, we'll have a tree and it has to be real too." Surprises, surprises. I told him I feel bad bringing in my "junk" and he said, "We all have junk." Sigh. And I really am doing my best to get rid of all my crap I thought was special at one time. I find things and say, "What the heck is this? From who? Or why do I STILL have this? God, I love throwing things out. I am obviously my mother's child.

By putting all the stuff from the basement into my room, my mom, Erin, and I will sweep out the basement and clean it up. I have a hunch the stuff will stay in the room for a long, long time. But Erin and Aevar should have that room for themselves and I am hopeful they can turn the smaller room into the computer room or, sigh, a guest room. Wouldn't WE feel rich?!

It feels right and fun. I am so excited I am ready to move now. We already have a mattress in the room for Gen (it needs to air out.) And I have slowly brought in other things- shoes, a baking pan, and a beaded flower pot Grandma made. The beads are rather brittle and BING off every once in a while. (Toothbrush was actually the first thing moved in.)

SO EXCITED.