I just wanted to say this.
Epiphany: noun. The sudden realization or comprehension of the essence or meaning of something.
Have you ever had an epiphany? The feeling is amazing. It's not something you schedule, it's not something you see coming. It just sort of happens. It's quite the experience, and coming to a realization can be life changing.
I'm a very happy camper today. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It's hard to describe.... but I am truly happy. The sunshine on my face is amazing, and I'm so glad to have it back.
Now if I could just get rid of this ridiculous cold....
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The Pumpkin Patch Incident.
I haven't blogged in a while. I figured it was about time to get back on the horse.
I know I'm more than a little late with this, but I hope everyone had a great summer. Mine was pretty nifty. I took a few nice, relaxing, vacations, caught up with some old friends, made a few new ones. I didn't do a whole lot of working.... it's been really nice.
With that being said, I'm totally diggin' fall.... cooler weather, the holiday season coming up....something about fall just makes me all warm inside. And no, that's not the eggnog talking.
We recently put up some Halloween decorations here at the house, and while I was putting together my magnificent lite-up Wolfman that now sits on my front lawn, my mom and I were reminiscing about Halloweens past, and she told me a story about what she calls "The Pumpkin Patch Incident".
Apparantly I was pretty young, around 5 or 6, and my parents took me to Merrymead Farm to pick out my Halloween pumpkin. What they do there is take little kids on a hayride through the back of the farm, which ultimately ends in a pumpkin patch where kids can pick out their own pumpkin. The parents stay behind and hang out inside the gift shop and sip hot cider, or buy fresh milk, or pet cows, or whatever the hell they wanna do while their kid is gone for a few minutes. The hayride then brings the kids back to their parents, everybody is happy, and then we hold hands and skip all the way home. The only problem is, I didn't come back on my wagon. My mom figured, "Oh, I suppose she'll be in on the next one". Well the next one came and went, as did a third wagon, and still no little Gretchen. She started freaking out. "Where is my daughter?!?! She's lost in the pumpkin patch! Someone stole her!!! She's probably dead!!" My mom is awesome at making a scene.
So finally, in comes the final wagon of the night, and of course I'm on it. I just wanted to make sure I picked the BEST possible pumpkin for daddy to help me carve! What the hell is the big deal?! It takes time and precision to pick out the perfect Halloween pumpkin, I thought everybody knew that! What the SHIT?!?!?!
So, as my mother is telling me this story, she is now screaming at me like this just happened yesterday. "Why did you scare me like that?! Why didn't you stay with your group? You knew we were waiting for you, what took you so long?"
"What took me so long? What.... TOOK me so long?!?! I'll tell ya what took me so long! I was picking out the perfect pumpkin for my Halloween festivities! It had to be the perfect roundness and just the right height! A lot of kids spend too much time in the pumpkin patch! Shit, some are even born there! Oh wait... I'm thinking of the Cabbage Patch Kids... nevermind. Anyway, stop yelling at me YOU CRAZY WOMAN!!!"
Uggghh... it's funny how a little conversation like that can turn into a super stressful evening. Welcome to my world!
Be careful carving your pumpkins this year! Fingers are pretty important to have, please try and keep them all. Thanks bunches.
I know I'm more than a little late with this, but I hope everyone had a great summer. Mine was pretty nifty. I took a few nice, relaxing, vacations, caught up with some old friends, made a few new ones. I didn't do a whole lot of working.... it's been really nice.
With that being said, I'm totally diggin' fall.... cooler weather, the holiday season coming up....something about fall just makes me all warm inside. And no, that's not the eggnog talking.
We recently put up some Halloween decorations here at the house, and while I was putting together my magnificent lite-up Wolfman that now sits on my front lawn, my mom and I were reminiscing about Halloweens past, and she told me a story about what she calls "The Pumpkin Patch Incident".
Apparantly I was pretty young, around 5 or 6, and my parents took me to Merrymead Farm to pick out my Halloween pumpkin. What they do there is take little kids on a hayride through the back of the farm, which ultimately ends in a pumpkin patch where kids can pick out their own pumpkin. The parents stay behind and hang out inside the gift shop and sip hot cider, or buy fresh milk, or pet cows, or whatever the hell they wanna do while their kid is gone for a few minutes. The hayride then brings the kids back to their parents, everybody is happy, and then we hold hands and skip all the way home. The only problem is, I didn't come back on my wagon. My mom figured, "Oh, I suppose she'll be in on the next one". Well the next one came and went, as did a third wagon, and still no little Gretchen. She started freaking out. "Where is my daughter?!?! She's lost in the pumpkin patch! Someone stole her!!! She's probably dead!!" My mom is awesome at making a scene.
So finally, in comes the final wagon of the night, and of course I'm on it. I just wanted to make sure I picked the BEST possible pumpkin for daddy to help me carve! What the hell is the big deal?! It takes time and precision to pick out the perfect Halloween pumpkin, I thought everybody knew that! What the SHIT?!?!?!
So, as my mother is telling me this story, she is now screaming at me like this just happened yesterday. "Why did you scare me like that?! Why didn't you stay with your group? You knew we were waiting for you, what took you so long?"
"What took me so long? What.... TOOK me so long?!?! I'll tell ya what took me so long! I was picking out the perfect pumpkin for my Halloween festivities! It had to be the perfect roundness and just the right height! A lot of kids spend too much time in the pumpkin patch! Shit, some are even born there! Oh wait... I'm thinking of the Cabbage Patch Kids... nevermind. Anyway, stop yelling at me YOU CRAZY WOMAN!!!"
Uggghh... it's funny how a little conversation like that can turn into a super stressful evening. Welcome to my world!
Be careful carving your pumpkins this year! Fingers are pretty important to have, please try and keep them all. Thanks bunches.
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