… always get me down. Fifty points to whomever can tell me who sings that song! Think velvet… because just think it. Rainy days don’t usually get me down unless I have plans to be outside doing something. I love a good day full of dark cloud play. There’s just something mysterious and beautiful about an angry sky. Mondays on the other hand… let’s talk, Monday… stop sucking! For grieveness sakes…
To add to the rainy day beautifulness, it was also LDS General Conference weekend. I always enjoy General Conference weekend… even if I did also have to work this weekend. It is nice to try to settle my ADD brain down and listen to the spiritual messages wearing non-itchy comfy clothing… although this year also freezing my patookus off because some people like having all the windows and doors open… not naming names. There were some great messages and even a display of pure strength and perserverance by our sweet, hard-working prophet, President Monson.
My motivation was down in the gutter, though. I had made plans to make homemade applesauce in the crockpot using the 8 billion apples I’ve purchased over the last few weeks (totally addicted to crunchety apples, y’all). I found me a recipe but then stared at the 9 billion apples (yes, another billion appeared while I was staring) like they were some sort of deadly fungus I shouldn’t touch. AKA… I couldn’t see myself peeling and coring and cutting 10 billion apples! So, the 11 billion apples still sit on the counter and here I am, Whitney Of the Lazy Bottom Brigade, blogging about not peeling them. Also, it takes 800 years to pull out the crockpot from underneath the 12 billion pots and pans on top of it. It’s just way too much time to be away from a chair. Maybe I’ll wait until the apples are all black and blue and mushy and moldy and then I can just throw them all in a big bowl and mash them with a tater masher. Ta Da… crapplesauce! Does anyone have any magical applesauce-making fairies they’d be willing to borrow me? I pay horribly, but there will be jokes.
Madre and I stopped into the brand new Logan location of Tai Pan Trading… which compared to the version down south is SMALL!!!!!
And horror of horrors, there were displays like this already:
Santa, take Rudolph back to the North Pole until after Thanksgiving… stat!
There was a visit by Bat Ninja and Bobble Gal…
That’s the face of a Bat Ninja! Beware thy candy! Bobble gal is so-named because we made the necklace to match the bracelet. All in all twas a good weekend… even if my 13 billion apples still remain untouched. Bring a baseball bat, applesauce-making fairies… Whitney needs a swift tap upside the motivation bone.
BoBo picture of the week… I can relate BoBo… Auntie Whitty Woo can totally relate!
Pretty sure he’s saying, “I shouldn’t have eaten that whole bag of peanut butter M&Ms… what is this belly?!?”
QUESTION OF THE DAY: How was your weekend? Did you do anything festive?
PPS – Happiest of happy birfdays to my sweet pal, Alena this week!! I can’t believe you are already 25! My how time flies. WinkWinkNudgeNudge