Thanksgiving in Minnesota, eh?

(Baaa,haaa, haa! Don't you love how I always add that "eh" in the titles of my Minnesota posts? (To tell the truth, I've never heard anyone in Minnesota say that) I do!)

(Also, I'd like to say that I HEART Minnesota.)

We just got back from another fabulous trip to Minnesota visiting my parents. We had so Much fun. Tonight, my daughter said, "I want to go back to Grandma and Grandpa's house," and my little boy said with a huff, "I want Grandma and Grandpa's house!" I'll take that as a sign that they enjoyed their vacation.

A few shots from Thanksgiving day:

These are my parents. Aren't they cute? And yes, they are as awesome and nice as they look.

I always drive everyone crazy by making them pose for a picture using the timer, usually they are very patient, as it is a new camera. (They are starting to gripe about it, but I choose to ignore it at this point.) See those sweet potatoes in front of my daughter? Yeah, they are so yummy it's like eating candy. I feel like it should be dessert. (Ask me for the recipe, it's like an apple crisp but with sweet potatoes and nuts. Yummy.)

On Friday, we helped my Mom put up her Christmas lights. (Mostly, my husband did all the helping.) They turned out great, but I didn't manage to get a picture of them lit up at night. Sorry. (Are you supposed to put the comma before or after the but? I would look it up but I'm lazy. (See? I just left the comma out all together that time.))

More pictures to come of our Minneapolis adventures. (I promise, there are no Mall of America pictures. I'm just as sick of that as you are.) Stay tuned! Maybe I won't use as many parenthesis in those posts. (Maybe.)

This One Time, in 1998......

....my Mom made us go to her family reunion in Idaho! I know! We were all so mad.

But then we stopped for breakfast at Burger King.

This is us before eating our Burger King breakfast:

(L-R, my little bro Taylor, ME!, My sis Lisa, and Megan)

and after eating our Burger King breakfast:

Wow.

I'd just like to say that I am thankful (it is the month to be thankful, right?) for Burger King and the positive influence it has had on my life, and the lives of my friends and family. Thank you, Burger King.

Saboteur

Back in July, my parents gave me their green mini-van. It had a working air conditioner, my white mini-van did not. We parked the white van in our garage and I've been driving my parents green one ever since. The insurance that my parents had on the van expired on November 1st so I cleaned out my white van to use again until we had taken care of registration and insurance on the green van. It didn't take me very long to see that an old hash brown wrapper from McDonald's had been shredded into neat little pieces, and upon closer inspection I found, you guessed it, mouse droppings. I was a little annoyed. My husband pulled the car out of the garage to take a look under the hood. He noticed the insulation on the hood had been chewed, he peaked inside, and look who he saw looking back:

In preparation for this mouse hunt, my husband had put on two pairs of leather gloves. He carefully tried to trap the mouse so he could set it free somewhere that was not my garage or van. The mouse then became desperate and decided that his only choice was to fight, he jumped out onto my husbands hand, a hand that had two thick, leather gloves on it. My husband was afraid the mouse carried diseases so he wigged out and flung the mouse away from him. Away from him just also happened to be in the direction of my head. At least that's what it seemed like when I saw it flying through the air in my general direction. I screamed at the top of my lungs and bolted. In the process, I inadvertently snapped this beauty of a picture.Yeah, that's my shirt hem and the pocket on my pants.

The mouse ran for the cover of the storage bins in the garage. Of course by now, we are both laughing hysterically. I'm pretty sure the mouse had already flew past me and hit the ground before I reacted, but it is so funny how when you panic, your body just takes over. Fight or flight. Apparently, I am flight, and the mouse is fight.

But ultimately the mouse lost his fight for survival. Peanut butter gets them every time. However, the mouse did have the last laugh, the power locks, the vent blower and seat adjustments in the van don't work anymore. We think he must have chewed some wires or something.

Local Commercials

Oh, man. There are these commercials, they are local commercials, and I swear they only play them at night. They play at night when Leslie gets really giggly. You think she laughs a lot during the day, you should see her at 10:30 at night. But seriously, there are two of these commercials, they usually play them together, and they just kill me.

This is the first one:

***She sings***
Less of you! More of Life! Weight loss Surgical Center!

Pretty good huh?

Okay here's the second commercial, this one is really awesome:

***She really sings***(Look there's a link to the actual commercial!)
Midwest Hemorrhoid Treatment Center! Don't suffer in silence!

By now, I am usually laughing so hard, I have to excuse myself to the restroom. Now watch that commercial and tell me you don't want to sing it ten times.

Huh?

Huh?

That's what I thought.