A small request... please

I have a small request and it won't take up much of your time.

Now that Emmah's spirit has left her physical body behind and has completed it's journey "home" I would very much like if you could all take a moment and reflect on Emmah... whether you knew her personally or not. Let us know how she touched/affected or made a difference in your life.

I especially would like to hear from those of you who know/knew her, what your fondest memory or memories of her are. Funny stories and what you remember her likes and dislikes to be (no matter what they are) and what word/words you would use to describe her.

In order to keep all of those thoughts in one place, please, please use this link only for this purpose only.

Thank-you

KEIYH

08 November, 2008

The starting of a bizarre tradition?

Bizarre in the sense that because it is us, it's normal.

What's the potential tradition? It's a tradition that most of us have partaken in and that is carving pumpkins... you know for Halloween. As in before Halloween. So as to have them as display for decoration.

Due to the evaporative/sagging free time around here, and the increased costume production in conjunction with just trying to stay afloat financially (and emotionally), things get put on the back burner. Depending on what time of the year determines what gets procrastinated.

Last year Halloween approached and the pumpkins remained uncarved. They eventually succumbed to the knife on the day of.

This year?

A little different... we have six (whole and uncarved) pumpkins sitting on the floor mocking us. So we will carve them if for no other reason to show them (the pumpkins) that we haven't given up on the spirit.

Leave it to us to never learn. Every year after Julie pulls all-nighters (sometimes in succession) in an attempt to get costumes done on time, when THE day comes and goes... we laugh as she proclaims that next year will be different.

What's that they say about the definition of crazy/insane? Something like doing the same thing over and over and over and expecting a different outcome each time? I think that Pavlov himself would've thrown his hands up in disgust had he based his studies on us.

Perhaps we can carve Thanksgiving or Christmas scenes.

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