Fall


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I know it isn't fall yet, but it feels like it. And I love fall, out of all the seasons I do believe it is my favorite. I love digging out my favorite sweaters, comfy jeans and warm things. I love the slight crispness to the air, the smell of leaves burning, the nip of the wind on your cheeks. I love the smell of bonfires and apple cider, the feeling of new begininngs and Christmas is coming!

It does sound exactly what other people say about fall and I have been trying to think back to a time in my life when something paticularly good happened. I can't. But I love the fall! Maybe it's because my birthday is in the fall, but I love it. And no, I don't like football.

Ok, this is disgusting, I am waiting to leave for Grandma and Grandpa's, absolutely starving and Dad is on the phone talking about castrating cats in excruciating detail. That's disgusting, primal and something I don't want to hear. There are certain things in life that I don't want to know about, like gonad gravey. Great, now he's talking about expanding his practice to wayward teenage boys. Terrific. AND I AM STARVING!

I was watching a Marilyn Monroe movie, she was one curvy girl. Her dresses were absolutely obscene and she didn't wear bra's!! How revolting. She was so pretty though... I am tryiing to get style tips here.


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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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