"Moses, He was famous!"

Tonight I was looking up the address for my doctor appointment tomorrow. Now normally I use mapquest, but I was lazy and looked under google maps. I was awed by their pictures that go along with the directions. Of course the starting point was my house, so I clicked on it, and rotated to face our actual house. This is what came up.


My mom and Rachel just happened to be outside the day the camera person came though. They're famous! How many people can say they are on google?

I borrowed my mom's camera to get a couple pictures and found this one from the other day up in the mountains. More beautiful fall coming out way.


A couple days ago we had tacos for dinner. I am very particular of my hard taco shells and like to heat them up to crunchify them under the broiler. I was talking with Michelle and ran dow to my room to grab something for her and completely forgot about the tacos. I suddenly remembered and bolted upstairs to find the oven billowing out thick black smoke. Anyone for some tacos?


The bottoms were still edible and we used those for taco salads. Luckily we had another package of shells and some tortillas.

Too late to keep talking again.

Bec

Do you smell that?

I can always feel the change in the air, like Mary Poppins is coming or something. Can you feel the atumn air rushing in? All the leaves in my garden are turning yellowish like they're closing up shop for the winter.


My parents went to Oktober fest tonight with Michelle and Lema. They also went to take family pictures in the mountains. Michelle brought me back these leaves to press. Do they not look freakin' fake?!?! The colors are amazing!! Mother nature is constantly amazing me with what it comes up with.

Tonight I butchered my garden. Well, part of it anyway. All the sunflowers were leaning down to the ground and drying out for the season. Everytime I walk in the garden I get sunflower spines in my legs. Feels like I rubbed a sheet fiberglass over my legs at the end of the day. So, down came the sunflowers. Our back yard looks like the carnage after a war. But instead of bodies, sunflower stalks and heads.

Yesterday I finally did my sewing(I sound like Cinderella there) . I know how to sew thanks to my mom's homemaker-ing efforts as a child. And because of it, I have to fix and alter my own clothes whenever sewing is involved. When my sewing pile gets to about 3 feet high and I have to do the spilts over the pile of clothes to get to my bed, I guess it's time to get busy.

I get everything set up all nice and organized, my machine nicely threaded, oiled and dusted(it's been a while since I used it) start sewing, and BAM. thread breaks. I pull out the bobbin, and the stuff is shredded. I have no CLUE what happened. I tried adjusting the top thread tension as well as the bobbin tension (which is a royal PAIN to do, taking apart the whole stinking machine) and it worked a bit better. It kept skipping every third stitch and still shredding the thread. I finally switched over to my mom's machine because I was about to strangle someone with frustration. I just don't want to cough up the $50-70 to have my machine checked out. It's more expensive than a car basic diagnostic test. I love my machine. It was one of the first computer/electronic model in the 90's. My grandpa got it for my mom for $800. It's like the Mercedes of sewing machines.

Not sure why I wrote that all. Just to get it out I suppose. I'll let you know the ending one of these days once I decide what to do with it.

I have to go shower and prepare my lesson for church tomorrow. Also vacuum my floor. Somehow under the sewing pile, a chunk of deodorant materialized and was crushed into the carpet. It must have been one of the countless times I dropped my deodorant and it shattered across the floor. No fun kids. No fun.

Enjoy the fallness rolling in everyone. I'll probably go in the mountains sometime this week with my family to enjoy it myself. Night!

Bec