I thought that looked familiar...

This weekend, I started to re-watch a great show called "Wonderfalls." (Perhaps it touches my heart (and funny bone) so much because it came out around the same time we came back from our Niagara Falls trip... I get a bit nostalgic for those falls!)


Anywho... There is an episode in which the character Mary Anne Marie Beetle decides to create a muffin company, Muffin Buffalo.




When I saw this episode the light bulb went off...
"That's why she looked so familiar on Pushing Daisies!"


Mary Anne Marie Beetle appeared on Pushing Daisies when she represents her muffin company in a cook-off against Ned.




(Lee Pace, by the way, played Aaron on Wonderfalls and Ned on Pushing Daisies!)

Do-Re-Mi

Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun
Me, a name I call myself
Far, a long long way to run
Sew, a needle pulling thread
La, a note to follow sew
Tea, I drink with jam and bread
That will bring us back to do...oh oh oh
Keith found hoof prints in the snow on our front steps this morning. Down by the garage, not by the front door! (Could you imagine that day when it struts past our front window! ...The BB gun will be put to use then!)

Deer Oh Deer

A few days ago (probably this weekend since Keith was around...) I woke up, made my way to the kitchen only to discover a deer in the yard. Not just doing regular ol' deer stuff (like eating my plants), but standing at the highest point of the yard -- on top of the tree stump -- staring straight forward. As if to say "I'm king of the yard!" I tried to get the camera. Alas the batteries weren't in & by the time I got it situated, the deer was gone. Later, Keith spotted that it was back with a younger one. This time nibbling on plants. Although I have no idea what it was eating since spring has yet to well, spring. (What on earth is going to happen to them when they do start to grow!?!? They're defenseless little things!)

(Not my picture.)

V-day

Share the love.


Spend some time with your honey.

Time flies!

It's hard to believe...that it's been 5 years...

since we took the plunge!

I haven't looked at my e-mail for a while...

With that I had quite a few forwards... Here are a few that I thought I should share:

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Poke and prod the spider with your mouse, also 'grab' one of its legs with your mouse and drag it around the screen -- tell me it's not alive! Also anywhere on the map hit the space bar and it leaves little bugs, watch the spider go after it, this is totally crazy and creepy too! (Click here.)

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MAKE SURE TO READ MOM'S REPLY BELOW THE PICTURE...

Dear Mrs. Jones,

I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told Sarah how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had. Then I found one more in the back room, and several people were fighting over who would get it. Sarah's picture does NOT show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.

Sincerely, Mrs. Smith

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Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. He didn't even remember how he got home from the Party... As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong. Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: 'Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian. ' He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks,' Son... What happened last night?' 'Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door.' Confused, he asked his son, 'So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??' His son replies, 'Oh THAT!.... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone b**ch, I'm married!!"

Broken Coffee Table $239.99
Hot Breakfast $4.20
Two Aspirins $.38
Saying the right thing, at the right time......PRICELESS

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