Batting a 1,000

It's been one of those weekends where I should just stay home.

M and I went to the warehouse store to get some milk and whatever other shinny things catch our eye. I had a light fleece jacket on, because it was a little cold, but let's face it winter is never going to come this year. M stopped to say hello to some people he knew and I was just wondering around doing my thing. We almost get to checkout and realize that my jacket is on inside out, and mind you this jacket is not reversible. What makes it really sad though, is this is the second time this week I've put my jacket on inside out. M had a good chuckle whilst I fixed the jacket. I guess I need to start making myself a checklist everyday: watch, keys, purse, jacket right side in......

Intruder Alert

So the other day I was home from work and I had just settled downstairs to watch one of my "stuffy" British shows and fold some laundry. I'm just enjoying myself when I hear what sounds like someone opening my front door and coming in my house (M was still at work). So I thought well maybe it's M, and he came home early, so I bellowed his name and no answer. So I then proceed to the stairway and yell 'HELLO'! No answer, but I still hear clomping and something or someone doing something in my house.

Now, most rational people would a) call the police or b) runway and find safety. Not me I look around for a weapon to use. The first thing I see is a IBC glass root beer bottle. My brain said 'oh yeah, this will do some damage, remember that episode of Mythbusters you saw.' So I grab this glass bottle and go walking into the front room. As I turn the corner, I look and see who is about to get it with this glass bottle and no one is there. I still hear the noise but it's from outside now. Turns out that the gas company was replacing our gas meter, which is right next to our front door, so what I thought was someone coming into the house turned out to be the repair man banging on the pipes of trying to get the old one off the house. Pheww!

I was so relieved; so I put the root beer bottle back on the counter and had myself a good laugh.

That bookshop

On the side of my blog I put a list of great used/rare book stores that I really enjoy. Well a few years back my sister and I stumbled on this bookstore at Pike's Market and I couldn't remember the name of the store. Well M and I went to Seattle this fall and I was determined to find that bookshop again....

...and we did! I love little bookshops.

We talked to the bookseller and talked about fun places to look at books in Seattle and just had a nice visit. It was a really wet and cold day and it is always nice to find a warm to nook to hide out it.

Across from the bookshop there was the yummiest chocolate milk. Books and chocolate milk a great combination!

Brave Trailer

A Pixar Scottish movie.....! I've already circled the date on my calendar!

2011 - Great Pumpkin Drop - Utah Giant Pumpkin Growers

More blonde than I'd like to admit

My sweet husband took me out on a fun date of mini-gold and dinner. We went to Kneaders for dinner and it was delicious. As I went to leave the restaurant, I saw someone who was about to come in, so I stepped back, and then they stepped back. So I thought 'we'll I guess I'll go' and then they moved forward too. That's when I realized that "oh, that's me" and it was my own reflection in the slightly tinted door that I was trying to let in to the restaurant. It provided us with a good laugh.

Eggs and then some

I was at Sprawlmart yesterday, sifting through cartons full of broken eggs to find one that was not, when I felt someone slap my backside.

M, the only one allowed to do that, was clear on the other side of the store, so I turned around to see a little 3 year old boy and hear this from his mother:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

and then to the boy "Stop touching people!"

"I'm sorry."

I laughed and was just glad/thankful it wasn't some weirdo.