3 unrelated stories

Poor little pumpkins

Last Sunday we drove around looking for a pumpkin patch, just to take a picture in, since we're not carving pumpkins this year due to all the moving around.

We found a little pumpking patch that had gone through a major freeze...they lost a lot of good ones...and only had a combination of partially green ones and rotting ones. Hmmm...not the portrait of a perfect pumpkin patch.

Nevertheless, we snapped a few shots just to say we'd been there.
One Step Closer
Today, thanks to Scott and my mom and dad's help, we're one step closer to being moved-in. If we do move in the rest of the way tomorrow night, I won't have internet for a while...or tv. Help. It's like having the power out or something. What to do, what to do...so many other productive things...

Weird Bathroom Story
(don't let the title scare you)

Let me start out by saying that all my life I've used gas station convenience store bathrooms when driving to and fro, because, well, they are quite convenient.

Anywho, last Sunday after church Rod and I decided to take a little drive to Yakima (about 45 minutes from here) where my grandparents lived for many, many years. We drove by their old house, reminisced, and were on our way back to Cle Elum.

Needing to make a quick bathroom stop, we went to a gas station convenience store. After quickly finding out there was no toilet paper or paper of any kind in the bathroom, I came out and told Rod we needed to leave to find another bathroom since this one was bare of all necessities.

As we were walking out the door, the clerk, who was helping another customer, yells to us. Rod turned and said "We're fine"...and we got in the car. Seconds later, we'll call him Aboo, comes to our window and proceeds to shout at us and call us theives. Rod was telling him we had just needed to use the bathroom but he was out of paper goods so we left and he proceeds to keep yelling that how dare we come in to use the bathroom, that it's not a public place...blah blah blah, shout, shout, shout.

All the while Rod is keeping his cool and apologizing while Aboo keeps at him. So I, in the passenger seat, begin shouting "you were out of toilet paper! I'm sorry we came to use your bathroom. We need to go. I have to go to the bathroom!" Blah, blah, blah...and then we drove next door where we did use the bathroom and yes, we got a dirty look from the man behind the counter. What's going on?! It's bathroom sabatoge.

SO WEIRD!!!!!!! Now I'm paranoid. Maybe I've been doing it wrong my whole life. We will now always try to find rest stops because we know they are funded by the government...and hopefully no one will hide the t.p. and ban us from the toilet.