Fall

I love fall.  I love all the colors and smells that come with fall. It's that perfect time of year where it's just chilly enough to wear a jacket, but you're not freezing your buns off walking outside.  Fall is when coffee shops start selling pumpkin, gingerbread, and apple cider drinks! Ooohh and Costco starts making their pumpkin crumble muffins! Who doesn't love pumpkin? Fall is when kids get to go on field trips to pumpkin patches where they pick out the PERFECT pumpkin, take it home, and carve it out with their parents. It's also that time of year when awesome Halloween movies are played over and over again on the Disney channel and ABC Family. I think the best Halloween movie ever made is Hocus Pocus. There are just so many fun activities that go on during the fall: corn mazes, haunted houses, pumpkin carving contests, raking leaves and jumping in the piles. The list goes on and on!

Birthdays

I went shopping for a 3 year olds birthday present this weekend and it made me think about birthday presents I received when I was younger.  When my twin sister and I were 7 my parents got us pogo sticks. Awesome!  I was so excited while I was unwrapping the present, I couldn't wait to try it out. Unfortunately when we went to stand on the pegs we were too short to be able to bounce properly, or so my mom said.  I really think she realized how dangerous they were and came up with that excuse to return them. I can not remember being more bummed about a present. Having a kick ass present taken away like that is much worse than when my grandma gave me a Barbie for Christmas........when I was fifteen. I'm not making that up, complete one hundred percent truth, Barbie.

Identity

We were born on the very same day.
A bond no one understands but us.
Best friends, yet enemies in many ways.
Who is smarter, prettier, more likable.
Achievements, struggles, imperfections.
Always being compared and contrasted.
Trying to find an identity is not easy.
We were born on the very same day.

Busted

I have always been that person that never locks anything.  I never lock my car or my house, and I have always been a firm believer that if they really want to get in, they'll get in.  So why not just leave it unlocked so they wont damage my door or window, right?  Well this morning I woke up to someone knocking on my door at 6 am.  I answered it to find my neighbor explaining that my pickup had been broken into and my driver side window was completely shattered. Ughhhhh!  I pull a sweatshirt on, slip on some shoes and head outside.  There is glass everywhere!  Nothing was taken: luckily I brought my computer and backpack in that night for homework.  If the dumb ass would have just tried the handle he could have ransacked my pickup without the mess and probably would have looked a lot less conspicuous doing so.  What have I learned from this experience?  Well, there really is no proof that locking your doors and windows keeps robbers out.  Some robbers don't even check to see if it's open, they just have at it.

Getting pulled over in Asotin

I had the idea to write about this story in Holly's class today, Tuesday the fourth. I had this epiphany because Andrea kept saying my last name wrong, well my maiden name, and it somehow reminded me of when I got pulled over for speeding in Asotin, Washington.  So here we go...... I moved to Houston, Texas in 2009 and I came home to visit my family that summer. We all decided to go out on the river so I was driving around Asotin looking for the boat ramp my parents were unloading our wave runner at. I had completely forgotten that the speed limit was 25 around the baseball field out there, rather than 35 like it use to be.  I believe when I was pulled over I was going 34 or so.  When he pulled me over I was driving my mom's car which is trashed with paperwork, Pepsi cans, water bottles, you name it.  Her car is always a mess.  So when the officer got up to my window he looked in my car and gave me a look like what they heck are you living out of this thing.  I knew that is what he was thinking so I explained that this was my mom's car, I'm just in town visiting and I forgot that they had changed the speed limit to 25.  I also threw in there I am not use to driving and automatic, that my car was a manual so I didn't realize I was speeding. He pretty much  stopped me right then and there and said I was getting a ticket no matter what I said so he would be right back with my paperwork.  My sister was in the car with me and once the officer was out of earshot I said a few choice words and may or may not have started to cry as a last chance plea.  When the officer returned with my paperwork he told me not to cry it's not that big of a deal and then he mentioned my last name.  He said that had noticed my last name was Winkler.  He then asked me if I was related to Henry Winkler, who played Fonzie on the TV show Happy Days.  I then asked him if we were related would that get me out of the ticket, and he laughed and said no. So then I told the truth and said no.  I bet if I had the last name of a more famous person like Clooney, Pitt, Witherspoon, Sandler, or Bullock I could have gotten out of the ticket!