"I fell in love with Autumn today. She's a beautiful thing, isn't she? She woke me up this morning, saying hello through the cracks between my windowpane. She rose with the sun and climbed into my bedsheets and numbed the edges of my fingertips with her kiss. I wanted to ask her where she's been, but she told me she was too busy painting the trees red for me. Autumn, Autumn, Autumn. Nights with you have always been the sweetest. November's where the sky bled red and October's where you laid frost against my lips and September's where we shared our first kiss. Oh Autumn, you beautiful thing. You've always been my favorite lover. You tie scarves around my neck and stretch my heart around fire pits so when I crawl under the covers every night, I smell like embers and earthy conversation. It's only with you that we can lay around flannel sheets in wool and corduroy pressing our lips together and chasing twigs out from behind our ears. Only you, Autumn. Only you. I've missed you. Welcome home."

 

1 turkey

17 pies

5 casseroles

3 kinds of dressing

1 healthy family

2 grandparents

5 rowdy children

= 

1 very happy Thanksgiving.

Wanna know about waffles?

1. Originally waffles were "wafers". Wafers were very thin, flat

pastries that were pressed in "wafer irons".

2. The modern day waffle is a leavened kind of wafer.

3. There are many different kinds of waffles:

American

Belgian

Liege

Syrup 

Pandan

I prefer my waffles with just a light amount of syrup and hot tea on the side. 

Soggy waffles are the worst, in my opinion.

That's all I've got to say about that.

May your tummies stay full, your mouths stay sweet, and your waffles stay dry!

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Fall 2011 

1. I've realized my obsession with waffles.

2. I beat my addiction to Nutella. (One month clean.)

3. I've built great friendships with my roommates.

4. I've grown within myself.

5.  I have accumulated enough sweaters to keep a small arctic village warm.

6. I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, but that's okay.

7. I've learned a lot about football. (UA necessity)

8. I found out that taking a short trip to Europe this coming summer is a possibility.

9.  The year isn't over yet. I can't wait to see what else happens.

10. I've managed to keep Edison away from Jon Christian's typical toilet paper torture.

(Filling the fish bowl with shreds of toilet paper which eventually smothers the fish. Morbid, yes.)

Happy Halloween, creeps!

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October 31st.

When I lived at home, every Halloween morning of my childhood started out the same way. My mom would play The Monster Mash loud enough to wake my brothers and I up and when we would walk downstairs, she'd be in the kitchen dancing while wearing wax fangs. Our toaster strudels would be sweetly adorned with iced on Jack o' Lantern faces or "Trick or Treat?" After school, we would come home and start gathering up our costume pieces. Around five or six, we would start get ready and by 7 or 8 we would be out the door and cruising neighborhoods searching for candy. There is nothing like the feeling of sitting in the floor after a long night of trick or treating and pouring your candy out. I would always separate mine out into piles to examine my treasure more thoroughly. For the next couple months, anyone with a sweet tooth was satisfied.

Previous Halloween costumes:

Bunny

Ghost

Madeline

Fairy

Movie Star

Glamourous Witch

Belly Dancer

Pirate

Tinker Bell

Baseball Player

Now that I'm older, my Halloweens have gone downhill. I no longer wake up to The Monster Mash. Instead, I listen to it on my walk to class. I am typically not able to dress up. Instead, I wear Halloween socks or earrings.  Oh well, I'm perfectly content with my batty socks and bug earrings. And... even though someone smashed my Jack Skellington pumpkin...my Halloween spirit has not been dampened. 

Happy Halloween!

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Halloween is one of my top three favorite holidays. 

#1 is Christmas

#2 is Thanksgiving

and

#3 is Halloween.

My birthday isn't included because I don't like loads of attention and that's what a birthday is all about. 

Sadly, the past three Halloweens haven't been that fantastic. 

This year:

 I wont be able to dress up.

Halloween is on a Monday.

My mom called dibs on tonight which means I am babysitting.

Oh well, I get to spend time with the most incredible boy in the world. While some girls will be out tonight in skimpy taxi driver costumes ready to take a boy for a wild ride, or other girls in fire fighter costumes prepared to tame someone's wild burning fire of desire...I will be sitting at home with a sweet 16 year old angel carving pumpkins and watching Just Dance videos online. 

I love my life and everyone in it.

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Happy Halloween weekend, you ghouls and goblins!

"When witches go riding,

and black cats are seen,

the moon laughs and whispers, 'tis near Halloween.' "

-Author Unknown

Life is good. The weather is delightful. My friends are incredible. My family is supportive and loving. I'm happy to say that at this moment, I am perfectly content.

A cardigan, a comfy button-down, jeans, knee socks, and a Tiny Tim radio station on Pandora make this moment completely perfect. Well, the only thing that could make it better is if Jon Christian was sitting on my bed tossing his Mario figurines into the air, hoping to get an overly enthusiastic cheer or amazement from me. But this is still just fine.

Today is my beautiful roommate, Abbey Crain's twentieth birthday. We met our freshman year of college and through a strange course of events...we became great friends. We had many dorm room slumber parties and bonded over inappropriate conversations, psycho roommates, and our hopes for the future. We went through pretty much everything together: influenza, deadly tornadoes, and breakups. Now, we're in the middle of our sophomore year and living together in a cozy historic house close to downtown Tuscaloosa. We have built a friendship that I have the deepest appreciation for and I hope to have many more years with this incredible girl. Happy birthday, Abigail Crain!

Design

By: Robert Frost

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,

On a white heal-all, holding up a moth

Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth—

Assorted characters of death and blight

Mixed ready to begin the morning right,

Like the ingredients of a witches' broth—

A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,

And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,

The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?

What brought the kindred spider to that height,

Then steered the white moth thither in the night?

What but design of darkness to appall?—

If design govern in a thing so small.