Turkey Recipes from the Experts (aka Children)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!




In honor of Thanksgiving, I wanted to share turkey recipes from the children at Tulip Grove Elementary (right down the street from us).

Enjoy.


(PS It seems that they had the number 4 and sprinkles on their mind. I also probably would not actually try these recipes.)



"My Thanksgiving Turkey recipes…"

* Get a pretty big turkey. Sprinkle a little bit of salt on it. Sprinkle a lot of pepper on it. Sprinkle 4 pieves of bread on it. Cook the turkey in the oven for 4 minutes on five degrees. Take it out and cut it up. Eat the turkey with peas and stuff. Carli

* Get a 20 – foot long turkey. Put M&M’s on it. Bake the turkey for 10 hours in the lunchroom on 20 degrees. Put 20 chocolate chips on it. Take it out of the oven and let it cool. Eat it with hot dog soup. Evan

* Buy a turkey and put white stuff on it. Stick a rose on top of the turkey. Cook it with a fire for 5 minutes. Let it cool off a minute. Put some sugar on it. Put one butter on top, but not on the rose. Put the turkey in the oven and let it bake. Take it out and eat it. JaDonte

* Get a 5-ounce turkey. Put 3 celeries on the side. Pour 4 ranch dressings on top. Chop up 4 carrots and put them on the side with the celery. Cook the turkey in the kitchen for 4 seconds on 8 degrees. Take it out and eat it. Brilie

* Buy a turkey about the size of a dog. Pat the turkey with a rolling pin for two days. Put pink and purple sprinkles on it. Roll some squash with the rolling pin and cut it up. Wait for two days for the stove to head up. Cook the turkey in the stove for one day. Put the number 2 on it and then some ice cream. Emily V.

* Get a turkey that is 5 inches tall. Put sprinkles, 3 creams and another pack of cream on it. Give the turkey to momma and she’ll cook it in my own oven that’s at my house. She’ll put it out with her big stove gloves on. Matthew

* Buy a turkey about as big as a tiger. Then, put it in the oven for 4 minutes. When you take it out, put 3 salts & three peppers on it. Then, put 44 candy corns on it. Eat the turkey with French fries, oranges, green beans and mashed potatoes. Dameon

* Get a 4-inch turkey. Put sprinkles on it. Put one salt on it. Put more sprinkles on it. Cook the turkey for 6 minutes on one degree. Let it cool off. Eat it with French fries. Dominic

* Buy a size ten turkey. Put a rose on it. Put 2 sugars on it. Cook the turkey at a bakery for 10 hours on really hot. Take it out and put a rainbow color of sprinkles on it (and pink too). Eat the turkey with broccoli, potatoes, macaroni and cheese, applesauce and Dora Soup. Madison


Found on WSMV Channel 4

“I am Harry Potter” a funny interview with Daniel Radcliffe

I think Harry Potter fans will be ecstatic about this revelation.

Turns out, Harry Potter actually plays Daniel Radcliff. Glad we got that figured out!



Take a look and enjoy…

I Am Harry Potter from Daniel Radcliffe

D is for Denist.... and Damage to My Favorite Shirt

So I wasn’t wrong about not looking forward to the dentist. (Currently trying to not drool on my laptop.)

Lesson learned today: Never wear a favorite shirt when going to get your teeth cleaned.



I was not looking forward to today. I knew that at 1:40 p.m., the following hour would be filled with needles and shots, ultrasonic cleaner thingy, fluoride, and antibiotics. Yet, somehow, my body still drove me to the dentist. Stupid body.

I walked into the office and King Kong was playing on the television. Oh the foreboding. If the Care Bears or even the “Blind Side” was on, I would have felt a tad better. But no, the movie in which a giant primate takes an innocent woman against her own will, and causes emotional and physical damage seemed appropriate for all the patients waiting to meet their own dental fate. Yippee.

As I waited and waited in the empty front room (I was early mind you), an elderly woman wanders in. “I am early, I hope that is all right.” The group of four medical receptionists smile at her and the office manager pipes up, “Well you are in luck, we are running early today!”

I look at my phone. I had arrived at 1:25p and it was now 1:55p, if this was “early” – I’d hate to see what “late” was. And to my dismay, she gets led in before I do. “Prolonging the torture,” I thought, “nice.”

Cue scary music.

Finally I get led to my “chair o’ torture.” The dental hygienist, that I will call “Annie” sticks two pink swabs in my mouth and orders me to “close.” She shuffles away and it dawns on me that she was already pre-numbing my mouth. And I had questions!

Annie walks back into the room with the dentist and pulls up the picture of my teeth on the big tv in front of us. The dentist reaches in and grabs my numbing swabs and asks, “Any questions before I numb you up?”

Well according to my tongue, I was already partially numb. I manage to droll out “What is scaling?” “Why do I have to be numb now for cleaning when I have never had to be before?” “Will my tongue be numb?” “Will I be able to eat?” and finally – “Will I have to have this done every time I come in?” (The last question was helping me decide if I ever want my teeth cleaned there again.)

The dentist was very friendly, as she held the needle with the hard core numbing agent in her hand. It was all an act. I could see it in her eyes that she was truly ready to give me the shots.

With all the questions having been asked, it was time for me to “open up.” Gripping the chair will all my might, tears welling in my eyes, the dentist proceeds to tell me that I will feel her hand shaking and then a little pressure. Hand shaking? Should her hand be shaking as she delicately places the needle to numb my teeth and attempting to avoid the very important nerve that one should never hit? Great. After she is finished, she tells me I have done a great job and instructs Annie to get her if I need another shot. Oh, no more shots for me. I will brave through any other pain just so I don’t have to deal with the “numb” feeling.

Annie waves the dentist adieu and turns back to me. She grabs the rinser and fills my mouth with water. “I am going to need you to swish.” Swish?? I currently have a numb mouth and she wants me to swish?? The newly instilled water immediately pours back out of my mouth and the measly bib that has been secured to me no longer serves a purpose.

“Oops, guess you are already numb.”

You have got to be kidding me. As she tries to rescue me from drowning in the portion that remained in my mouth, I begin shaking.

“Are you nervous?”
I nod.
“I didn’t even pick up on that before.”

It takes almost every inch of my being to not roll my eyes. If my initial walking in here with a deer in the headlights look didn’t tip her off, I am surprised that the multitude of questions didn’t clue her in. I am pretty sure I had a shaky voice. Oh wait, I was already partially numb at that time, she probably didn’t notice. However, me leaving distinct fingerprints in the armrests should have made an impression on her. Good grief.

Well I would have cried after that very delayed realization if I hadn’t been completely grossed out by the water slowly dripping down the side of my neck, joining a pool of spit/water/God only knows what else that had already made home there. I would have told her but she told me not to move as the ultra-sonic thingy was going to be currently used below my gum line.

As the procedure was coming to a close, Annie began to apply an antibiotic powder that according to her “turns into a paste when it meets the water below the gum line.” Water below the gum line? Never heard of that one before. Does she mean blood or the spit that I’ve got back there? “Does the antibiotic end up systemic?” I attempt to ask. “No, it doesn’t taste good,” she responds. I give up. She won’t understand me anyway.

She makes it to the other side of my mouth and stops. “You look like you have impacted wisdom teeth.” “I did,” I try to say. “Well that’s why your gums look like that then! Definitely shouldn’t be putting antibiotics down there. You need to have them taken out, that’s for sure.” She must have thought I said, “I do.” I shake my head. Hadn’t she looked at my x-rays! No wisdom teeth. I point to the screen with all my x-rays. I can clearly tell I have no impacted wisdom teeth.

I think back to the movie I had watched before I sat in this seat. Maybe King Kong had just been an oversized, misunderstood monkey. He didn’t look like he really wanted to hurt that blond haired lady. Contemplating how King Kong would have tried to successfully communicate with someone, I begin again. “No …. Wisdom… teeth” as I shake my head and point at the screen. The light bulb goes on. “Oh! Have you had them removed?” I nod. She looks to the x-rays. “I see it now. We are good to go.”



Well ultimately I survived.

Every time she told me to close my mouth around the suction, however, I would again become covered with everything that had been previously in my mouth. I am pretty sure I looked like I had taken a bath in the chair.

Upon conclusion, Annie told me that ideally I needed to have a checkup every 3 months. Oh this lady is a real jokester. I told them I would call them to make another appointment. I will be coming at least every six months, and that is if they are lucky. She then apologized for the blood on my shirt. Sure enough, there was a quarter sized blood stain on my right shoulder. So much for going grocery shopping after this.

I did, however, successfully manage to give a creepy smile to everyone sitting at the front desk as my ENTIRE lower jaw ended up numb.

(This is Sheldon from “The Big Bang Theory. My smile looked very similar to this.)



Yay for going to the dentist.

Tomorrow will be a no good, very bad day.

Why?

You know that one post a long, long time ago when I said I was going back to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned? Yeah well that appointment was moved to - TOMORROW.

Think about me as you go about your daily routine.


I have been brushing, I promise!!

"The Walking Dead"

Has anyone seen AMC’s new show, “Walking Dead?”

I am still not sure what I completely think about it, but I have found the first three episodes rather engaging.



(Credit)



The show is set around a police officer who was shot in the line of duty and went into a coma. When he wakes up, the hospital had been abandoned – well in a frame of speaking. The viewers find out with the character that a virus has turned most of the population into zombies and his family has disappeared from their home.

I am not a big zombie movie fan. Perhaps it is because of my inability to comprehend a virus that enables a person to move, eat, and moan while their body is rapidly decaying. Just doesn’t make sense.

But! This show is different.

Within the first 15 minutes I found myself personalizing with the main character and almost forgetting about the irrationality of the zombie concept all together. Instead of intense zombie annihilation, the characters are trying to make sense of their new “normal” and attempting to survive.

“Walking Dead” has posed several hard post-apocalyptic questions that really makes the viewers question what they, themselves would do in that situation. In the first episode we watch as husband explains when his wife came down with the “fever.” Now, him and his son watch in agony as she wanders around outside, occasionally trying the door handle of the house they currently reside in. The husband has taken aim at her multiple times with a rifle, but has failed to complete the task. During the breaks I asked my own husband how we would survive if there was a zombie virus outbreak. His answer, “tree houses.”

I furrowed my brows at him. I imagined us huddled on a platform, peering down at former neighbors and friends salivating at the thought of chewing on our limbs. (Slightly disturbing, I know.) I told him I would feel safer if we just barricaded ourselves in our townhouse. He shook his head and responded, “Well, we could build a network of tree houses, so we could travel in the trees.”

Now we just have to hope that the zombie virus people contract disables them to the point where they can’t climb trees. Oh, and if there is a tornado, windstorm, or pretty feisty termites, then our whole little community will be SOL.

If you are looking for a new show to try out, I would suggest “Walking Dead.” It is on AMC Sundays at 10/9c and full episodes are online and on “ON DEMAND.” You can visit the episode by going HERE. I do want to warn you, it can be rather graphic… but it is interesting.


So what would you do to try to survive a zombie epidemic??





Well if you are looking for a place to start, here are ten (out of the 32) slightly humorous, yet logical Zombie Survival rules, provided by the movie Zombieland…


Rule 1: Cardio: How many overweight people do you see at the end of the world when its zombies doing the ending?

Rule 2: Beware of Bathrooms: Really not just bathrooms. Any good apocalyptic zombie survivor should know better than going into a bathroom, small closet or any other small room with only one way in or out. Only thing stupider to go into then a bathroom is a movie theater. Lots of places to run around before you get eaten.

Rule 3: Seatbelts: It’s a safe bet unless you’re a complete dumb dumb ( see rule #7 ) you’re not going to be hoofing it on foot in the event of a zombie outbreak. So when travelling on four wheels wear your seat belt. Nothing worse then finding yourself ejected out of your car into the loving and oh so hungry arms of zombies.


Rule 4: Doubletap: Carrying a gun is a great idea but it should never be your primary weapon. When you do end up using it for that last minute 'oh shit' moment remember to double tap. Its an emergency and thats why your using it and not your cricket bat so why skimp? One bullet more in the head will go a long way to ensuring your survival.

Rule 5: No Attachments: This is a tough one but you can not have attachments. If you got kids or a wife your less likely to survive then the gal or guy who has no attachments and nothing slowing him or her down.

Rule 6: Travel in a Group: The best way to increase your odds of survival when travelling in a zombie outbreak is to make sure you’re a traveling buffet. Going it alone gives the zombies no choices but to eat you. Going it with the old man with the limp, the little kid who can’t run and the middle aged woman with the plastic leg gives the zombies more options and you better odds you can run away faster than they can.

Rule 7: Keep the Dumb Dumbs Close at Hand: One of the most sure fire ways of making sure you survive is keeping the less intelligent as close at hand as possible. When you find somebody who asks you 'Whats going on? What Happened? Those are the ones you want with you. That way when the zombies come they are likely too stupid to realize it’s not Amway calling and run.

Rule 8: Kill with Efficiency: Its not about pretty its about efficiency. Alot of folks run for the gun cabinet where as the truly savvy go looking for the most blunt and effective way to destroy the brain. That can be anything from a baseball bat... to a toilet lid! Kill with Efficiency... dont use weapons that need something to work and use weapons you can swing over and over and over again. You don’t tend to run into one zombie at a time.

Rule 9: Guns Are for Hunting, Not for Zombie Killing: This one is simple. Guns need bullets. When you’re running who has time to stop for bullets? Keeping a shotgun with buckshot on hand is important but only when your pinned in and need a quick getaway. It’s not a proper means for killing zombies as they run out of ammo and need reloading. Remember a Cricket Bat, or Toilet Lid do not need loading!

Rule 10: Be Quiet: It’s the end of the world as you know it so try to avoid squealing like a 4th grade school girl and perhaps invest in some good sneakers. Nobody said you have to kill all the zombies and there is certainly no shame in sneaking around and surviving versus tearing around like a madman and ending up being an undead happy meal.


And Rule 32…
Rule 32: Enjoy the Little Things: Its the end of the world. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Loot a neighbourhood or two, trash a car, speed! Do the little things and enjoy em. Who knows how long you have to live!


Heaven forbid, Me as a Zombie… (At least I am a happy zombie.)

A.M.A.Z.I.N.G

So I went to see a movie yesterday.

At midnight.


It was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.

(The letters don’t stand for anything individually, just wanted to give more emphasis to the word.)

Because I don’t want to tarnish the movie’s reputation by simply putting a few rushed words together, I will share a few stills from the movie that I got off of the Harry Potter facebook site.


Dementors trying to get Harry and friends in the elevator. Favorite quote from this scene? Ron – “My wife is in the basement!” Harry “Ron, you don’t have a wife.” Ron is under the influence of polyjuice potion and is the gentleman to the right of this picture.



Multiple Harrys! (Polyjuice potion once again employed.) Favorite Quote? Weasley Twins – “We’re identical!”


Ron wearing the locket aka Horcux. He wasn’t too pleasant after that…



One of the last things we see before the movie ends, Voldemort taking the Elder wand from the late Dumbledore.



I give this movie five stars out of five stars…. And will be seeing it again!

Not even close...

So as I get ready for the Deathly Hallows Part I premiere, I have come across many videos.

Most are of clips of the movie, but this one is of the BIGGEST Harry Potter Fan, and you know what? I believe him.

Take a look....

A much delayed and perhaps ignored realization…

As I peered into the dark abyss, my pupils began to adjust, and I was horrified. Faces of presidents long ago carried empty stares, dulled by the layers of dust and debris that fastened them to the once plush fabric of their now less than ideal catacomb. Not far away, sticks, carved of potato, lay in a loose circle around a spool of fabric that was a once vibrant scarlet. Archaic writing utensils spoke of days has been, bled the color of coal from the spider - esque cracks caused by the cataclysmic heat they had to endure. It was a somber sight seen by all.

I had to look away, but I had finally come to a much delayed and perhaps ignored realization…


It was time to clean my car, and I probably needed to start under the seats.

I know cars don’t clean themselves, but what boggles my mind is how they get so dirty. You would think that perhaps I had confused my car with a van and taken it down by the river. Yet that was simply not the case.



I have to admit, I had not vacuumed that car since I had bought it. I do have some OCD tendencies; this does not include keeping my car shiny clean. Plus, I have only had the vehicle for three years… and what time frame truly warrants a “deep clean?”

This doesn’t mean I didn’t keep it somewhat picked up. When people could no longer comfortably sit in the front and back seats due the large quantity of water bottles and paper coexisting in the foot space, I picked it up. When drinks had to sit precariously in between people’s legs because empty, older cups resided in the cup holder, I picked up. When people started questioning me about the possibility of living in my car, I picked up.

But vacuuming? Really?



I realized that perhaps I needed to vacuum when I made that startling discovery underneath the driver’s seat. If you had given me about 15 minutes, I might have been able to recreate a Butterfinger candy bar with all the pieces that I found. Although I don’t munch on Butterfinger bars often, the crumbs looked like they could have fit the profile. (Don’t judge, it made it easier to clean – and I didn’t try any of the pieces – so don’t worry.)

I was also slightly disturbed by the condition the French fries that I found were in. Let me explain. If I had found them siting in my Mickey D’s bag, I probably would have ate them. The only problem with this little tid bit of food eating knowledge is that I have not had Mickey D’s in my car in probably a few months. Yeah, so these little potato stick critters are at least a few months old, and the potential ability to be a few years.

I probably should share the song that I sang when making my grand discovery. (Oh you bet I was singing in an attempt to forgo the sickening feeling that was growing in the pit of my stomach.)

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear McDonalds french fries. Happy Birthday to you” … and it continues… “You’re getting old, but no grey hair, and the last time I checked, there was no mold there.”

(Here is a pretty old Happy Meal…. Maybe it deserves a song too?)






And when one becomes overwhelmed with the knowledge that perhaps she had waited two years too long to clean her car, what should she do? Twitter her feelings. And that is exactly what I did. Let me share with you a little insight into the madness I was experiencing…

That's where I put that spool of red ribbon! #firstcarcleaning

I think my car took a trip to the beach without me!! Unexplained sand... #firstcarcleaning

Slightly disturbed by the fact that every French fry I have found has not been moldy. #firstcarcleaning

I haven't eaten at Mickey D's in a few months... #firstcarcleaning

Wondering how in the world I lost one of my cup holders. It's not like I decided to clean it. #firstcarcleaning

Definitely made a prehistoric pterodactyl noise when I thought I had dropped a dirty rag on the clean side of my car. #firstcarcleaning

Pretty sure the elbow grease people mention while cleaning does not come naturally to some people. Like me. #firstcarcleaning

So as I am still trying to figure out the twitter thing, I am not quite sure what the pound sign next to “firstcarcleaning” does, but I thought it looked cool. Oh and did I mention I only have 9 followers. So this little mental outburst of car cleaning thought made it to 9 people. If you want to “follow me” on twitter, I am cottongirlie.
Sorry, got twittertracked. (Side tracked.)




Now that my car is clean, I have made a few very worthy and important vows.

These include:

I shall not wait three more years to vacuum my car.

I shall not try to dip my food in Au jus sauce while the car is in drive.

**Actually** I shall try not to eat while my car is in drive. (The food has a hard time making it to my mouth when I am sitting at the dinner table. Multiply that by a 100 when my car is in drive.)

I shall listen to my husband when he points out my car may be a little dirty.

I shall overall treat my car like a transportation vehicle, and not like I am living in it down by the river.

Let’s see how long this lasts….

Oh and the money that I mentioned in the opening paragraph? I am going to buy some CLEAN new floor mats.




*****Post Edit*****
Spoke to my dad about my near edible french fries and he mentioned about a video online of a Happy Meal looking the same over a 6 month time frame.

Found the video and here it is!!

A lil’ peek …

J and I have our own rooms. You could call them caves, havens, or simply extra space to keep our “junk” that won’t fit elsewhere.

I love my “junk.” It is a hodgepodge of everything that makes me, me. From books to the color pink; from pictures to flower pens – all of these pieces fit perfectly into the mosaic that I see as my life.

I just want to warn you that my room and everything in it won’t be found in the next edition of “Better Homes and Garden.” I could never commit that space to a certain style/theme, as I, myself, don’t even have one. And you know what? I am okay with that. Until I find someone else with my identical fingerprint, I plan on making my life “one of a kind.”


Here is a lil’ peek of my life’s “one of a kind” mosaic…





This is "My Prized Possession" shelf. From a picture of my engagement to my hubby, to some of my awards and degrees, with a signed picture of Daniel Radcliffe completing the "mezcla" (<-- spanish word for mix or blend.) Everything up there brings a smile to my face.





Another shelf of meaningful items, I especially love the jars on the second level. Entitled, "Miracles, Warm wishes, and Mistakes," I like to add to these occasionally with little slips of paper. On days when I am looking to reminisce, I open them back up and peer through little blurbs of memories.







My book shelf... which is unfortunately not big enough. My kindle is currently hanging out in the shelf too, trying to pretend it is a book. If you can't tell, I absolutely LOVE books that come in series... the thought that there will be more books usually lures me into the first read. (I also have a tendency to power read aka reading more than one book at a sitting. Not healthy.) My next read? "The Girl With the Dragon Tatoo."






This is a picture that I am particularly proud of. Where did I find it? Well the picture frame, I picked up at Walmart for six dollars and the picture itself is actually wrapping paper I cut out. I am a huge Lilly Pulitzer fan and this was a little thing that I thought would make a wonderful addition to my room!





Well that was it, ladies and gentlemen! Everyone needs a little personal space and that was mine. Have a great day!

No one deserves to be bullied.

No one deserves to be bullied.

No one deserves to be bullied, no matter the favorite movies they enjoy, the clothes they wear, or the things that they say.

No one deserves to be bullied.

No one deserves to be bullied, no matter their sexual orientation.

No one deserves to be bullied.


It saddens me to see stories in the news of our nation’s young people taking their lives because they have been bullied or do not feel accepted.

I do, however, feel that the media is doing a better job acknowledging our country’s differences, because if any country could be more different, it would be the world’s melting pot, the United States. From the portrayal of people of different religions, race, color, and size in our popular shows, the “It Get’s Better” campaign led by many of the top stars, and the prime time shows having their gay characters kiss, we are beginning to see a change in our culture.

It might make you feel uncomfortable. This is a common feeling when people begin experiencing things that are different to them.

I am not asking you to become Jewish when you are Muslim. I am not asking you to become gay when you are straight. I am not asking you to become a vegetarian when you enjoy meat. I am not asking you to become obsessed with Harry Potter when you don’t enjoy children’s movies.

I am simply asking for acceptance that people are different. EVERYONE is DIFFERENT.

No one deserves to be bullied.

What Do You Mean... "I Can't Live Here?"

What do you mean “I can’t live here?”



I have always dreamed that I would live in a castle.

When I was little, I believed that just like Cinderella, Belle, and Jasmine, I too belonged in a multistory Renaissance-esque strong hold with servants, pretty dresses … the works. A white carriage, glass slippers, magic genie, dancing tableware, I would have it all. As I got older, however, I realized my parents weren’t part of a royal family in hiding looking for refuge in America, nor was I adopted (although occasionally my mom would beg to differ.) Disney‘s fairytale stories set me up for disappointment. I was SUPPOSED to be a princess, did no one understand that?

Well, time moved on and I grew up. I still want to live in a castle.

Let me point out, I am not referring to a castle without running water or with bugs. I do not want to travel back in time during an age where you were given blood sucking leeches if you were ill. I also wouldn’t prefer to travel horseback everywhere I go – those beasts scare me. (Another story, another time.)

I want to live in Hogwarts castle.

During my recent adventures to Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, I got to see the castle UP CLOSE and PERSONAL, and I have made my decision – I am going to teach there. I know, I know, I need to go back to school first. But how awesome would that be?? Hope J will be on board with the decision.


Here are a few pictures of my future home and place of employment. ..
(By the way, I was the creepy one touching everything I could. The walls were real stone too – but wouldn’t you expect it from a castle?? I would!)



Carpet map of Hogwarts… Love It!!!


Ok Harry Potter Fans… my mind has drawn a mental blank. This looked sooo familiar, but I don’t know what it is. Help!


If you look closely, the crest is on the fireplace!


The Chalk Board in the Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA) room…


More DADA


A good picture of one of the house founders… if only I could figure out which one.


Some of the banners hanging from the ceiling in the DADA


Telescope! (You can see I was taking pictures of EVERYTHING!)


This was the hallway with the moving staircases and all of the talking pictures. I wish my camera had a better flash so you could see more.


The door/picture to the Gryffindor common room.


Dumbledore’s Room!


Oh those screaming plants. Good think I had the proper ear ware!


More tapestry pictures!!! 


Gold Statue holding Hogwarts. Has anyone seen this before?


Another gold statue…


Greenhouse


House points… who is winning??


Info Board.. I think..


Pensive!! Ready to see some memories!


The Phoenix Entry… to the headmaster’s office


In the upper left corner of the picture, I saw a really neat depiction of Quidditch.


Sorting hat!!


Some stained glass?


More tapestry. Hahaha. (I was taking random pictures at this point.)



So maybe I underestimated my “few” pictures. I hope you enjoyed them!! Move – in day…. TBA!

The Countdown is ON

Today is Tuesday, November 9th 2010.


(Dramatic Pause)



We are seeing THE MOVIE in exactly 9 days, 7 hours, 24 minutes, and 34 seconds (at the time of writing this sentence.)



(Yep, I think I am going to randomly post Harry Potter pictures from now on.)


The countdown is ON!


Here are some of the MANY clips and previews for Deathly Hallows Part 1 - so. excited.

(If you are getting this post through an email, you might have to visit my blog site to view the videos – www.cottoncouple.blogspot.com)

I don't think we are in Kansas anymore!!

Oh Toto!

I don’t think we are in Kansas anymore!!

This land is so much different than the one we are used to…


In our land, many have yet to meet Jesus in person. But here, Jesus and a Catholic School girl show up as a date? … And the girl is obviously pregnant… Oh my!





Toto, Mardi Gras only happens once a year in our land, and that is in February. But here, it is every day!





Do I believe my eyes? Is that a Tiger and a Ninja Turtle being friendly with one another? They must be Animals… instead of regular animals!





In this land, even Waldo is looking for himself! Oh he might just have to go to the Emerald City with us to ask the Wizard of Oz for help!





And if I had thought I had seen everything, here come Mario and Luigi, and they have found Princess Peach! I wonder what the witches will have to say about the Princess!





Oh and I think I met some celebrities that I just have to tell Auntie Em about…



Their names were Tiger and Elin… and boy was Elin fit to be tied !





There was also a gentleman named Alan and he was caring around a baby! I think he had lost his marbles, mumbling something about a one man wolf pack. I kept him far away from my toto!





And what has made this land the most interesting? I found an honest to goodness Tin Man! He told me that he didn’t have a heart, but we found him one.




Oh Toto!

This has been such a strange land, but I don’t think I want to leave. I am pretty sure I will just keep these Ruby slippers and hang around here for awhile!