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In case you didn't notice, I added another link to my blog. This is for my dad's blog who I finally convinced to start writing. He can be quite hilarious and he writes well also. You might want to check it out. You just never know.........

My first pumpkin pie

Here it is. My first pumpkin pie. I bought the crust so I can't say that I made the whole thing, but close enough. Sadly I had the mixture all ready and was going to add the cinnamon when I realized I didn't have ANY! It was 8:30 already. Jay was ready to go to bed, but he graciously got dressed and went down to the store. I added the cinnamon and poured it into the crusts and away we went. About an hour and half later, Jay had his first Regi Pumpkin Pie with cool whip. He said it was better than he thought it would be so I am taking that as a compliment. Definitely doesn't taste as good as Mom's but if Jay likes it then I like it. He was one the that hinted he would like to have one. It definitely doesn't look pretty either since I poured it into the pie crusts when it wasn't sitting level. Oops!

In answer to your question, Anna.....

We are headed to Virginia this weekend so I must have a quilt to work on in the car or I will probably go mad from boredom so I am hurriedly putting this one together. Just simple 9x9 squares in browns, golds and oranges. My dilemma....What do I quilt on these 56 squares? I am not sure. I thought about an oak leaf but that would get so boring after the first dozen or so. I need to mix it up or something. Ideas anyone?

Weekend for Birthdays

Okay, so it might look a little "disturbing" in this picture, but this stuffed Rainbow Trout was very yummy and not too fishy tasting. It was stuffed with crabmeat. Jason and I took Brent and Holley out for Brent's birthday. We took them to Mike Fink's and surprised them. They had never been there.

Brent and Holley chose a chocolate spoon cake for their dessert.

Holley and Brent (Cute couple!)Yesterday evening was their 2 year anniversary of dating. Wow!

Today Jason, Dani and I met Dad, Mom and Ally at the Golden Corral in Dayton. Of all the places, Dad wanted to eat, he chose Golden Corral. What a goofy guy! But he does LOVE their banana pudding.

Happy Birthday, DAD!!!

You really are the best Dad in the whole world. I know that I can talk to you anytime. Hope you have a wonderful birthday. Some of my favorite memories:

• Halftime of the girl's basketball game - "Now, Reg, make sure you watch that girl on the outside, she's getting a step on you towards the basket. You need to back up a little and you will be ahead of her. Oh and that one girl is running really hot, so get yourself set up and take a charge. You might have to flop a little to make it stick." Yeah, my Dad told me all about how to take a charge and make it look worse than it actually was.
• We could feel your excitement on vacation morning. You always tried so hard to make sure that we had tons of fun on vacation even though with our large family we didn't do tons of expensive things. We would pile into our van and pop in the Odyssey tapes and away we would go. Odyssey would keep us occupied for 100% of the trip if you would let us. We hadn't even turned off our road on our vacation journey and we already wanted to pop in the first "tape" (no CD's yet) and listen away. I can't believe you tortured us and made us wait until we got to the highway!
• I love the fact that my friends say "Your Dad is so cooool!" I remember bringing home friends from school and we would do crazy things, like make movies and you were the producer or we would have "bb" gun shooting contests. Doesn't get much better than that!
• This really isn't a fond memory, but a memory nonetheless. When certain bloggers (!) decided it would be fun to toilet paper our apple orchard, you woke us up at 7 A.M. to go out and clean it up so that if they (whoever they was) happened to drive by to see their handiwork, it would already be cleaned up. What a Dad!
• This one came to me today so I added it. Those wonderful disciplinary times when we had to write the same sentence 500 times that went something like " I will not talk back to my Dad. He is the boss." Or something similar. (I only thought of this today because I saw a postcard from an inmate where he wrote the same line over and over to his loved one about he was sorry, and he still loved her blah blah like 50 times in small print)
• Thank you for loving us as we are.

Love you DAD!