bloopers and outtakes

So I told you about the pretty parts... Ooh, a pretty pumpkin, homemeade cinnamon rolls, almond milk and harvesting one's country garden.

But there was a dark side. It wasn't all from a Martha Stewart special. I wasn't wearing heels while doing all this if you were wondering.

First, with gardening, I was ill-prepared with long hair that I neglected to tie up, so it was CONstantly in my face, as I was totally hunkered over to do said harvesting, and gravity works! So my delight in the harvest action had its tainted moments where, incensed, I was violently pursing my lips in an attempt to control foul exclamations when with every turn, I was blinded by clumps of brown locks that of course, would not, nor could not, stay behind my ears.

Then, when I came inside from my harvesting to inspect my new specimens, I was again, slightly hunkered in viewing. Well, maybe I flipped my head slightly to turn to see Anna quickly or what, I don't know, BUT I shook my head somehow, and to my shock at horror, out flew an earthworm FROM within those old brown locks. I squealed, probably jumped a foot, proceeded to shake my hair wildly to dislodge anything else that might be lurking. (flattering visual, I know) I didn't find anything else... thank heaven... but one, let me tell you, was enough. I was apparently too enthusiastic in my earth-slinging. Lesson learned.

Then there was the explosion of pulp from the almond milk when I didn't notice the spinning liquid was gradually pushing up the lid... I just found some more little crumbs today, I am embarrassed to admit, like everything so far in this post.

Then there were the cinnamon rolls... which hey, sounds great right? But were not as great as great cinnamon rolls go, and in following days when I offered them to Anna, she turned them down! I couldn't beleive it. Apparently I was skimpy with my sugary filling. Not using a recipe, and it being the first batch I've attempted in a number of years, I'm not surprised that my ratios were imperfect. The people have spoken, bring on the sugar. Lesson learned.

And this is unrelated, but since we are making confessions, I will confess to temporarily being engaged and wasting time on REALLY stupid celebrity news. Like following Brangelina or whatever. If you know me at all, you are probably saying WHAT?!?!? to that one, as I am SOOOOO not the one to give the gas of an ant about such tabloidial matters. However, sensationalism snagged me for a period, and although I feel more or less free of it now, I do believe confession is good for the soul, and keeping the hidden things known, might help one avoid having hidden things that one DOESN't want known. It is a Biblical principle. So I'm offering myself up to scrutiny so as to try and live whiter.
Does that make me a Crest kid??? :P

p.s. ants CAN'T pass gas... and as a matter of fact, a wonderfully effective home-made anti-ant trick, is to whip up a mixture of molasses and/or honey, sugar water, and yeast... the yeast dissolves, then you dispense it along entrance routes and their trails... they are like!
"Woohoo! Lovin me up da Suga!"
But then the yeast gives them gas.... but they can't... well, toot... so... *ahem* you get the picture.

p.p.s.s. SO... what was YOUr anty voice like? how did you read their lil quote? I wish I could hear your inner monologue. :) but only for a second to hear the ant voice. Then I would go back to mine.