David

This morning David was trying to convince my mother and me that having a fake mechanical leg was much cooler than having a real leg. He wrapped a belt around his leg and informed us that if you pulled hard enough you could rip it right off. We made him take the belt off.

It signifies that you're tough, he said.

No, my mother replied, it signifies that you're an idiot.

They're coming for me.

I flew into Arizona last Friday for the Thanksgiving Break.

I have already seen 4 scorpions and been properly horrified by all. The first was discovered by my brother outside the door to the addition. The other three I found today in the span of 15 minutes while I was helping to clean up the yard to prepare for the "celebration" (as Amanda so un-traditionally calls her reception) I was putting some wood into a wheelbarrow to be moved to a different location. And as I picked up the last piece of wood a GIGANTIC scorpion came scurrying out from under it. I screamed. and then started to hyperventilate. I made my mother kill it.

The next I found as I was stacking the wood off in a corner of the yard. I picked up a piece and saw a tiny little scorpion running around on the back of it. I threw the piece of wood on the ground and started hyperventilating. My mother had to kill that one too and I told her I refused to work with the wood pile anymore. So she sent me to hose off the back porch.

As I was hosing off the back porch I looked down and suddenly a scorpion was there. I have no idea where it came from, I think it just popped up out of the pavement. I screamed (again), started hyperventilating(again) and my mother had to kill it for me (again).

It's a curse. They always come for me. One sting was not enough. They must have more.

Pumpkin

So now that I finally have pictures, I can update for your viewing pleasure.

I must say I was rather excited to be wielding a large knife, despite the face in the picture.
Seth hates pumpkins with a fiery passion. He MADE me pull all the guts out while he sat back and laughed. He got to do the cool part. (ie cutting it with a big knife) Ridiculous. *

This is a representation of about how much I enjoyed reaching my hand inside a pumpkin and pulling out its guts.

Our masterpiece.
A vicious Pacman eating a ghost.

So we decided that we wanted to bake the pumpkin seeds to eat because we'd heard it was delicious. However, we didn't have time that night and so we bagged the seeds along with the guts in a bag to prepare the next day. I made Seth pull the seeds out since I had had my fill of getting gross pumpkin guts all over my hands. I laughed in his face the whole time.
Mmmm. Actually, this is before we baked them. And we burned them a little bit since we are clearly novice pumpkin seed bakers. I ate three and decided that was enough. I think Seth's roommates finished them off. They can be counted on to eat anything I do not want.

*Upon seeing this, he said "That's not completely accurate, is it? . . . . I allowed you to. I gave you the opportunity."
Thanks Seth. Thanks.

Oh my crazy!

As I was cleaning my room yesterday, I found this little quotation written down on a piece of paper from some time ago. It was said by my roommate Kimberly to my other roommate Lydia.

"Oh you don't even know how tough Janette and I are. We ran into the wall and it started screaming. "

And then after we had finished laughing at this,

"I should have said crying, screaming is just freaky. "

Solid.