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Our weather forecast for tomorrow calls for flurry - singular. One flurry. Most likely I'll miss that, huh?
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Update: I saw it. It was more than one. And it wasn't really flurrying, more like pelting my head - suspiciously like sleet. Nevertheless, 'twas the first frozen precipitation of the season. Falalalala lalalala. |
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I just saw the sign out of the corner of my eye while I was driving. But it looked like "Unleaded $1.97"
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I never thought I'd see that again in my lifetime. |
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We made a jack-o-lantern this week. I don't remember if I've ever carved a pumpkin before but my son was intrigued so we gave it a try. We bought two pumpkins because he had two ideas of what he wanted to do. In the middle of working on the very ambitious second pumpkin I suddenly thought, "My fingers are sore and orange. I'm sticky up to my elbows. This isn't going to turn out well without a couple more hours of work. I don't even like Halloween or jack-o-lanterns." So I told my son that he needed to be content with the one we already finished because we had better things to do with our time.
So we slew the second pumpkin and put him in the pot for soup.
Mwahahaha! |
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We're studying the Pilgrims' voyage in school right now. In researching the subject I came across this interesting tidbit about an event during a mid-Atlantic storm:
One of the passengers, a servant called John Howland, was swept overboard by a mountainous wave and then miraculously rescued. John Howland went on to be the thirteenth signatory of the Mayflower Compact and was present at the first Thanksgiving. He sired 10 children and had 82 grandchildren. Had he lost his hold and drowned on that fateful day, the two Presidents Bush, President Roosevelt and Humphrey Bogart would not have existed as they are all descendants of John Howland and Elizabeth Tilley.
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I remember when I used to get off work for the weekend. I'm ever so thankful for my wonderful boys and I love my job. But let's face it. It's not very fiscally rewarding (although my cup runneth over with most every other type of reward) and I don't get vacation, sick days or weekends. I'm thinking the retirement isn't looking so good either. But someday, someday, someday, I want to sleep until noon on a Saturday. Alas, not this weekend or next or next...
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Just to clarify, I don't wish my boys would grow up and leave home so I can sleep late. I wish they'd sleep late too. Only the littlest one hasn't gained that skill yet but I'm determined he will. |
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