Wild Rice and Chicken Soup

 Since the temperature was suppose to dip into the single digits last night, I thought why not make a soup? It started out fine, and then everything just went wrong.
 
I don't think soup is suppose to stick like that...













  It sort of had the consistency of brick mortar 

 It actually didn't taste that bad, but it sure was thick going down. 

It's Official.....

Hell has frozen over!! Brian has decided that at night we can turn on our furnace so we don't freeze to death.

I think the turning point was when our furnace turned on by itself because our apartment got too cold.

The lowest setting on the furnance is 50 degrees.

In the Hundered Acre Woods

Dear Mr.Sir downstairs,
    
We haven't met but I am your upstairs neighbor. When your hear those big clunks on your ceiling, don't worry, that is probably just me dropping/tripping over something. I am sorry about those noises but this letter isn't about me, it's about you.

I don't know if anyone has ever told you but your laugh sounds like a mix of a dying goat and goofy. Now this wouldn't normally be a problem, but you seem to giggle and snort at all the wrong times.  Say like 12:30 A.M when I'm trying to get my beauty sleep and when I'm startled awake because I think a goat is dying. Then I realize it is just you and I try to picture what it would be like to run you over with my bicycle. Now I'm not a violent person per se, but you see what your laugh is doing to me?

Also, I love Disney songs just as much as the next person does. But when you decide to sing:

"Winnie-the-Pooh, Winnie-the-Pooh, Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff. He's Winnie-the-Pooh. Winnie-the-Pooh. Willy, nilly, silly, old bear"

 At the top of your lungs at 6:00 in the AM, it sort of makes me not only want to barf on you 5 times, but also dress you up in a BYU outfit and let you loose in the Spectrum and let them tear you to pieces.

I hope this won't affect our neighborly relationship!


Sincerely, 

Me, From Upstairs

Pumpkins

I started begging Brian around the first of October to let me carve a pumpkin.

He just told me to be patient.

So last weekend my patience paid off and I got to carve not just one pumpkin but two!!!


Here is my witchypoo

Brian carved a ghost














And my spider that is missing something..


















Yeah for whoever came up with carving pumpkins!