Top of My Christmas List

***Don't forget there is a giveaway going on RiGhT nOw!***

***until 12/2/11***

I clearly can't lay bare everything I'm wishing for for Christmas, not yet.  Santa is the only one who needs to know.  But, I will reveal this much:  The following item from craigslist is at the very tip top of my list.

Covered Wagon Twin Bed - $350 (Greenville)

It's a twin bed frame, shaped like a covered wagon.

Do you know why??

So I can Caulk the wagon and Float it!!! I love me some Oregon Trail.  Golly, we used to walk to the public library after school to get in 30 minutes (there was a time limit) on one of the 3 computers there and play Oregon Trail, on floppy disks.  It was everything a childhood memory should be.

Samantha has died of Snakebite,

TFW

Great Memories

It was touch & go tonight.  I thought I might just cry.  Not because anything bad was happening, as I've already talked about yesterday - it's all good things going on.  But it just became nearly unbearable tonight.  That knot of stress just sat in my stomach and made me miserable.

I didn't think I'd be able to sleep tonight.  This situation called for some serious action  in the form of comfort food.  I was at the store, and it just seemed right:

Yes, I planned to eat this, and nothing else, for dinner.
No, I don't feel bad about that even a bit.

But then, well, as I was sitting for just a moment with my feet up, on the couch, with my regular bowl mixing bowl full of cereal, the unthinkable happened - I poured it everywhere.  My lap, my pillow, my floor, my couch.  I think Duke even has a few still on his back.

Confetti left over from a party?
Or my worst fears realized?

Comfort Food

Well folks, it was touch and go for a while, but we're nearly there.  

One might say, we've arrived.

Tomorrow is my last Friday at work.

Yep.

I'm pretty pumped.  I'm also pretty tired, so if these words seem a little flat, its because they are.  But I'm excited, deep down inside.  I'm also planning on going to bed around 9, so don't worry about me, I'll be right as rain tomorrow.

I still have a "Last Monday," "Last Tuesday," "Last Wednesday," and "Last Day".  But I'm all about celebrating things.

To celebrate, I'm going all comfort food on myself tonight.  And to me, that means one thing.  

The shapes taste best.
Spirals are gross.
Elbows are okay

This box (albeit with different/no characters) really takes me back, as all good comfort food should.  And so I'll share two of these stories with you.  Mostly to have them written down for posterity.  Both of these stories happened when I was about 7.

I was homeschooled (yes, that might explain some things) for 3rd, 4th, and 6th grade.  5th grade was rough.  I nearly failed math.  I don't like to talk about it.  ANYhow, for 3rd & 4th grade, mostly, I was a pretty good worker and could get most of my self-instruction work finished by 11AM.  I had a strong motivation, to get it finished by that particular time, because, at 11AM on channel 8, my all-time favorite show would come on.  And if I were finished and my sister was not, then I got to pick the television show to watch during lunch.

What show?  Well, obviously what any red-blooded 7-year-old would pick, duh.

The ghost of Summers past

Long long ago, in a land far far away, at a place where child labor laws did not exist and 7-year olds got to cross big roads all by themselves, I spent myself a number of summers.  I think about those days now, as I am now "working" (including commute) 12-hour days, just like I used to when I wore a girls size 4 shoe.  I now wear a woman's size 9.  I've always wished I had stopped at a 7 1/2; seems like the perfect size.

As a further aside, here's a picture of me from about the time frame we're talking.  Actually, I think I'm 6 in the picture below; first grade, thats right!  And if you doubt that I wore stirrup leggins with that sweater and turtle neck, you'd be wrong.

Yes, I know I have bangs in my face.
How else is a girl supposed to look like Jessica Rabbit, as I fancied I did??
p.s.- I can't explain that.  I just liked her hair, I think.
p.p.s.- There's food on the picture, upper right corner.  Please ignore it.
kthxby

Back then, summers were officially heralded in on Memorial Day weekend, and we always spent the preceding days praying for sunshine and no rain, an unusual event for May in PA.  We wanted no rain, because Memorial Day weekend was the weekend we finally opened up the campground and the canoes and the horseback riding stable and the miniature golf and the bumper boats and the gocarts.  My grandparents own this, what seemed to a young girl, summer paradise, and we lived right across the street from it.