Pumpkin pie...sorta

So I've been waiting for months (seriously) for canned pumpkin to be available. I've really been wanting it and you have no idea how difficult it is to find out of season. Even Whole Foods didn't have any! I stocked up on it the other day and was trying to decide what deliciousiness I could make with it.

Well, I found a recipe for No-Bake Pumpkin Cheesecake. I'm all for not baking so I gave it a spin. This is where I wish I had some of my mother's talent for all things baking. I swear, I followed the directions which is difficult for me since I hate to follow directions. Needless to say it didn't turn out quite right. It's more like a Pumpkin Cheesecake mousse/pudding. But it's still good, just sloppy.

Next I tried some Pumpkin Oatmeal cookies. Yeah, I really wish I had some talent for baking. They too taste good, just kinda muffin like and kinda crispy on some parts and squishy in others, but overall a pretty solid attempt.

Oh well, I got my pumpkin and that's all that really matters :)

Survival of the...

When Savannah lived at Valparaiso University with us, she was a not technically suppose to be there (even though Paul's boss did know and gave us his blessing!). Sooo long story short, Savannah pretty much got whatever she wanted since she was our hidden lil' secret. If Savannah wanted nothing but treats for food, that was ok by us. (bad parenting!) We have since weened Sue off of treats for every meal but she still likes them more than she should. So I decided she'd have to work a little harder for them.

Savannah loves Whopper boxes and to push them all around and are probably one of her favorite toys. So I exchanged the whoppers for cat treats and put some holes in the box.

I carefully explained how the concept worked to Savannah.

She seemed intrigued and on board with the idea.

Unfortunately, she decided it was too much work to get her own treats out when she could just look pretty and convince us to get the treats for her. Quincy on the other hand took about a minute to crack the box code and went to town on getting his own treats. Savannah has since decided she doesn't care for Whopper boxes anymore since Quincy took all the fun out of them.

Brotherly Love

Quincy will always be the baby of the family...

I don't know if he will ever understand that he's a good 5-8 lbs heavier than Savannah and he's not a baby anymore.

Poor Sue, she couldn't even hiss or growl (or breathe) with him on her. Since he regularly sleeps on me I fully understand how it feels to be crushed by the large, hot, immovable mass known as Quincy Lincoln Hubinsky.

Karma is a...

I heard a loud noise the other day and saw this lovely box by my front gate with one of the tools from upstairs standing by it.

It took me a minute to catch on...

Then I saw this... isn't it lovely? All those broken bottles of beer that won't be drank in the apartment above us on a weekday night. That means no loud drunken skanks will be dancing around in high heels on wooden floors at 2am.

Let's reflect for one more moment of silence...ahhh. So nice.

(If you are wondering they did clean up most of the mess, trust me, I wouldn't want to be messing with the owner of the black explorer and leave all that glass where it was.)

My Husband the Genius...

Paul likes to freak out about papers and exams. He also likes to make me nuts with his worrying that he will do poorly.

This is the result of him making me nuts!

Yup that's right...Paul did so poorly he got an A+....not an A but an A+!
Kinda like that other class which he wouldn't check is final grade in for months and ended up with an A.

Because I'm a great wife and his hard work, I decided we both needed a little Outback for a job well done. Oh and I have no idea why the professor wrote about "tea partiers" on his paper, it wasn't about politics at all.