Nope, not a brett favre post. My little niece is growing up. She's turning the big 4 today. Happy birthday McKenna! Wish I could see you! Hope you get to do all the things four year olds want to do on your special day.

This new shirt, in particular, that I just bought. I have a special place in my heart for the "lumberjack print." As a kid, the whole family had this print and this color fleece zip up. I suppose my dad being a logger had something to do with it :) I can't remember if my dad's and brothers were red though....makes sense I suppose. Anyways, I was beyond excited to find this. Now every time I wear this I'll be reminded of how I'm a logger's daughter and remember just how nerdy our family was to all have matching coats.

So as an example of how small of a town I'm in, here's a little story my mom reminded me of this weekend:

One day she had the unfortunate experience of hitting a squirrel. She felt bad about it and mentioned it to my grandma as she was talking to her. My grandma says, "Oh in front of The County Journal?" It sure was.

My dad comes home from work and she again tells him about her vehicular rodent slaughter. Want to guess his response? Yes, he too asked if it was in front of The County Journal.

A person can't even hit a squirrel without everyone knowing about it...at least where it occurred anyways.

The calphalon panini pan that you gave me for Christmas is one of my favorite things, so is the plate that you sent me all the way back in college. I had a chicken, honey mustard, provolone, pickle, and tomato panini yesterday, tonight and yes I will most likely have one again tomorrow. It's a big loaf of bread and i'm not letting any go to waste! You won't hear me complaining one bit about this repeat. Sigh.

So today a woman came in asking if we had any fanny packs. I told her no. She said, "there's not a fanny pack in this whole town." I was proud of that statement.


Oh how I love google images.