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Kat

When I was 19, I ventured nine hours from home to finish my last two years of college. Fresh off the farm, I was clueless about nearly everything. I’m not kidding you. Totally and completely clueless.

Lucky for me, I moved into a dorm just down the hall from a marvelous girl named Kat.

From the big city and wise in the ways of the world, Kat took me under her wing and into her heart and became a very good friend.

Just to clarify this crazy photo: the school had skits during homecoming and our dorm did a western shootout.  Kat, of course, did not join in the frenzy of craziness with the enthusiasm I seemed to muster for the project.  Convinced  my circa 1989 fringe leather jacket would be completely ruined from the rain, she walked beside me the whole time we were outside holding an umbrella over my hat and jacket. Yep – you don’t find friends like that too often in a lifetime.

I can’t tell you how many times she:

1. Made me laugh

2. Saved me from disaster

3. Made fun of my _______ (insert any of the following: accent, choice of attire, way of viewing the world)

4. Made me grateful to have such a good friend.

Days before I finished up my last semester at school, I dropped a horrifically heavy box and broke my foot. She is the one who took me to the emergency room and sat with me until  my dad and brother could come to the rescue.

Kat was maid of honor at my wedding 17 plus years ago and that was the last time that I saw her… until a few months ago.

I got married, she moved away and we lost track of each other. Over the years, I often wondered what happened to that funny girl who used to make me laugh and people often insisted must be my sister because we looked alike.

Last year, I happened to come across her brother on Facebook and begged and pleaded for him to send my contact info to Kat. Which he did. We emailed back and forth and finally in June when Captain Cavedweller and I were on vacation we made arrangements to have dinner with Kat.

It was wonderful and amazing. After 17 years of not seeing each other, we picked up our conversation just like we’d never been apart. She is still just as sassy, funny and wonderful as she always was. And I bet if I needed her to, she would still walk beside me holding an umbrella.

She Who is Grateful for Good Friends

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Sah-wing, Batter, Batter!

As the summer begins its descent toward fall, why not host a fun Baseball themed party. I mean, afterall, what is more American than baseball, hot dogs and apple pie?

Send out some fun invitations with baseball themed paper or cut out white circles, draw in red lines for ball stitching and print out your invitation.

Use baseballs, bats and gloves for your decorations. Gloves could hold a battery-operated votive on your table or a small vase of flowers. Set your buffet with a bat or two and a variety of balls meandering along the table.

Have everyone come wearing their favorite team’s colors. Baseball hats are a must! If anyone wants to come in a full baseball costume, let them.  If you are outside and have room, you could have some baseball related contests like who can throw the ball the farthest or slide into base the best or, if you have plenty of people and room – you could have your own baseball game. If you are short on space, it would be a simple thing to move your gathering to a park where you could spread out and have plenty of room for fun.

Keep the menu simple and authentic… serve hot dogs! Offer peanuts in the shell. You can warm them by popping in the oven for a few minutes, then serve in miniature brown paper bags. For dessert you could have baseball cupcakes. These are cute and easy to make. Just frost with white frosting then draw on the red “stitching.” You could also serve Apple Pie or have a bonfire and make S’mores.

And make sure you sing at least one rousing rendition of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame.”

She Who Thinks Warm Peanuts Sound Pretty Good

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I never cease to be fascinated by the phrases people type in search engines that lead them to my blog.

A few recent searches have really made me wonder what exactly these people were looking for.

There were the standard party theme searches, like for County Fair, Summer and Flip Flops.

There were also a few searches for Spiders which took them right to my freaky post about the billion baby spiders.

A search for a “vulgar plant” took them right to my post about Captain Cavedweller’s awful Dracula Lilies. I’d say that was a more than appropriate search.

The one that really had me shaking my head was a search for a “Weed Party.”  I’m pretty sure ending up with my post about the loco cats was not what they had in mind. At all.

She Who is Still Shaking Her Head

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See the hideous pile of outerwear mounded on my floor?

You’ll never guess where it came from.

After a decade of collecting what seems to be everything but a kitchen sink in his locker at work, Captain Cavedweller decided he would clean it out and bring everything home to be washed.

Lucky me.

The first mind-boggling  thought was how he had all this stuffed in his locker. A locker very similar in size to those filling the hallowed halls of high schools across the country.

And the best part is that he hasn’t brought it all home yet. So just to give you an idea of what I have been tackling in the midst of our first heat-wave of the summer, I have so far washed:

6 pairs of wool socks

7 pairs of regular tube socks

1 hat

1 pair of long johns

1 pair of rain pants

2 rain coats

1 fleece jacket

1 fleece vest

1 windbreaker

1 quilted coat liner

2 shorter coats

1 long coat

1 sweatshirt

1 sweater (this one has me completely puzzled because CC hates sweaters. When asked how many times he’s worn it, the response was “once for an hour or so.” Just what I suspected.)

3 scarves

1 pair of fleece earwarmers

27 gloves (because there is one lost somewhere, so we don’t have an even 14 pairs!)

The locker also contained 4 pairs of boots, 2 pairs of tennis shoes, and a large bag full of assorted and sundry junk I haven’t quite been able to make myself dig into yet.

Just looking at all this outdoor winter wear makes me nearly as wilted as my flower garden.

Wish me luck for round two!

She Who Is Going to Go Find a Popsicle

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