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Pizza, Pumpkins, and Politics

   We had another enjoyable weekend at home this past weekend. Saturday, we got together with the family including our Great-Nieces and Nephews from South Carolina. We played with the horses, played chess and basketball, and fixed homemade pizza for dinner. Here is a picture of our future Rock Star, Great-Nephew, Nolan.

 

 

Sunday, we went to our friends, Sandy and Shila's house and decorated pumpkins. We had the news turned on and they were reporting on all of the negative campaigning, and our pumpkin got a little sick of it.

 

Before we left home yesterday, we stopped by the early polls and voted. Here is the new video from Andy, Opie, and Fonzie.

 

 

See more Ron Howard videos at Funny or Die
 
 
   
 

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I am fat and happy.  As you can see we made pizza tonight and it was delicious.  A shout out to tatooedjen for her focaccia bread recipe, which is the recipe (slightly modified) we use for the crust.  So, I'm writing this very happy and very full and slightly buzzed.  Enjoy!
 
 
 

   
Drunkin Ramblins
Ok, I have a belly full of homemade pizza (thanks to tatooedjen focaccia recipe), lots of red wine and the kid went to the movies with the neighbors, so I'm feeling good, real good.  I seem to be inspired by my muses, and therefore I take no responsibilty for the following post as it very well may be unintelligible, but who cares it's my damn blog.  I'm watching Storytellers featuring the Dixie Chicks.  They just sang "Cowboy Take Me Away" which got me to thinkin', and you know what happens when I start thinkin'.  Ok, this next part will be a bit of free association-like so stick with me...hearing that song made me think of my home in Seattle.  I loved my house in Seattle, and I was actually thinking of my house in Seattle this afternoon, because I was at my friend Stephanie's house and she had just rearranged her bedroom ala feng shui style.  She was so pleased with the changes and one of the changes was that she would be able to lay in her bed and look out the window (she has amazing mountain views).  That's what got me to thinking about my Seattle house.  Land is at a premium in Seattle and you can get a decent sized house, but on tiny lots, so our house was a good size, but the homes were very closely clustered together.  All the windows looked out right upon a neighbors house, except when you were lying in bed and had the shades just right.  If I was in just that perfect spot all I could see were mountains and luscious velvet green forest.  I spent many mornings in sweet, quiet reverie in that wonderful spot.  Then, this evening listening to The Dixie's "Cowboy" song brought back even more memories of my home in Seattle.  My Seattle days were pre-child and I had a lot more "Me" time.  Much of my "Me" time was used taking baths.  I love baths, the hot water, bubbles, relaxing bath salts, music, candles, heaven.  One of the many cds I'd listen to over and over again back then was the Dixie Chicks.  Hence, all the connections, hey I'm slightly drunk, it makes sense to me.  Ok, buzz wearing off, I think I actually hear that bottle calling to me..."Josie, Josie, I'm lonely come back me.".  Ok, maybe it's just an ex-boyfriend.  Hahaha, god I crack myself sometimes!
 
 
   
 

 
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