So some big shot architects have unveiled their version of a green home. You can read about it HERE. This five bedroom, four bath wonder is really into recycling. It includes a chair made of trashed margarine containers. (A lot of muffin eating went into making that chair.) And it has a lovely bench constructed of recycled milk cartons. I bet that smells really good. And the wood exterior of the house is wood that is in it’s third life. The previous life being a bridge. Okay, if the bridge was so bad that it had to be torn down, then I really don’t want a house built with that wood. We have tornadoes around here, and I don’t want to be in a home with the security of a box of toothpicks.

In case you were bored and wanting to fill your hours with thoughts of Thanksgiving, HERE is a little (not quite so) fun. It’s not nearly as good as the skeleton hangman, and the mysterious swarm of turkeys is a little obnoxious.

Also on that site, you can read hilarious holiday jokes. Like which cat discovered America? Christofurry Columbus.
Oh, my side hurts from laughing.
And: Who’s not hungry at Thanksgiving?
Answer: The turkey. He’s already stuffed.
Um, yeah, and he’s dead.

HERE is the best “oh so bored in November” website. I could play that for hours. Those little rascals are hard to hit.

Finally, I have somebody brilliant slaving away on my new website. Check out my preview page!! It’s already cool!

Happy Wednesday. Share some lame jokes with someone you love.
Or thoroughly dislike. Whichever.

Happy Monday! Have you accomplished anything significant yet? I have! I hate to brag at my skills, but I just single-handedly ate ALMOST an entire pint of Ben and Jerry’s Strawberry Cheesecake. Yes, indeed. See, I thought, “I’ll just have a few bites.” But then the graham cracker crust bits started calling my name, and I thought, “How many bites will it take until they’re all gone?” Not many. If Ben and Jerry’s was a drug…those who love me would probably have staged a few interventions by now.

Speaking of healthy, did you know Katie Holmes ran in the NY Marathon? Sure did. E! and Yahoo were surprised. Why? Cyborgs can do anything!

I don’t know about where you live, but here in Arkansas, the trees are so pretty and the leaves are falling. It’s so fall-like.

That’s my back yard. (Do you think that qualifies as a holler? I’ve always wanted one.)

Tomorrow night it’s supposed to get down into the twenties! And you know what that makes me think of? You guessed it, snow!!! The Farmer’s Almanac says we might get snow for Thanksgiving. Oh, could we? Please? I would totally give thanks for that! I would trade my yams and cranberry jello mold for some snow days. Let’s all begin praying now… “Dear Lord, please give me some snow. The school-closing variety…”

Does anyone else have random crap in their yard? I don’t mean the typical toilet seat on the front porch or car on blocks. (Cause who doesn’t have that?) I mean just random stuff. So this summer I had my deck refinished and they moved the deck items into the yard. And I’m a busy person (translation: lazy), so I um…never moved it back. Well, I moved the big stuff. But not this little green table and ugly mat that needs to be thrown away. So my poor yard guy (lead singer of the fabulous band The Truth About Movie Stars). You can check out TTAMS super cool MySpace page HERE. I’m not a big MySpace fan, but I love their page. Wait, I’m off track. What was I talking about? Oh, yeah, random crap in my back yard. So poor Lead Singer has to move my random table and mat every time he mows. I know he thinks I’ll remember it and move it, but I always forget! The truth is, unless there is snow on it or pretty trees, I do not think about my back yard. Anyway, this is what it looks like.

So last night I had some friends over for dinner and they were on my deck. It was dark and hard to see. One says, “What is that?”
I say, “Oh, that’s my septic system cap.”
“No. On it. Is that…is that a table?”
“Um…yes.” Why didn’t I ever move that? “Sometimes I like to go out there and have tea.”

Hope you have a productive Monday. If nothing else, tackle a pint of Chunky Monkey.

Children getting hurt is never funny.
Unless it’s this video.
And before you flame me, this cheerleader was not hurt, and if CNN can report it, so can I.

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Notice how not a SINGLE football player stops to pick her up? Not even the B string in the back. It’s all fun and games until a cheerleader gets mowed down.

But you know children really are our future. It should make you feel really good about our country that many of us are teaching your next generation of leaders. This week I asked my classes, “What’s our country’s motto?” One kid said, “Always low prices?”

I’m always impressed with other people’s talented pets. Especially cats. My cat can barely find his water bowl. He’s five and still sticks his paw in there like, “What is this? Every day I come to this spot and there’s more water…”
Thanks for all the compliments on In Between’s debut on the Arkansas Year of the Book poster. In case you missed her comment, my good friend Erin found the pdf version HERE if you want to see it up close and personal. Or if you want to laminate it and send it to distant relatives for Christmas. Oh, you could print them out and make them into Christmas, Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa cards! Or you could get that iron-on paper and we could all make t-shirts with them! Place mats? Wall paper your bathroom?

Have a great weekend. And just for the record, I want to make it known that Panera’s cherry salad dressing is disgusting. I thought I was being all healthy and eating a salad, but it’s going to take at least two Snickers and a Butterfinger to get this taste out of my mouth.

Now your weekend is complete.