homemade pumpkin raisin cookies

I’m not smelling my table anymore.

I love to bake!

Today I made homemade pumpkin raisin cookies with a pumpkin glaze.

homemade pumpkin raisin cookies


Oh, I also drove my dad’s SUV this morning. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Although I could never find my speed gauge because my Saturn Ion has ruined me (my car has all the gauges in the middle of the dashboard).

Anyways, in the afternoon ScottyMcHotty and KennyK (MattyK’s brother) had a bbq! Yayfoodandpeopleing.

Earlier in the day I asked JoeJoe if he was coming. He had no idea what I was talking about. I told him I saw his name on the email Scott sent. He still had no idea what I was talking about. I looked at the email and apparently Scott had sent it to his waywayway old aol account. JoeJoe laughed about this and I told him to come because technically he was invited 🙂

So JoeJoe came, and ScottyMcHotty, and KennyK, and Robert (pronounced as the French would say it) and Becca and later Karen and Tracy, Karyn, and Rich. Becca made a really good cheesy dip thing.mmm. People liked my cookies. Rich said I looked like Kirsten Dunst. We all spilled things all over the new table and carpet (I spilled soda, Joe spilled cheese and ice, Ken and Scott hit a cup of coffee and sent it all over the place playing table hockey with Styrofoam plates…). We are bad. I played Ken at Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the Nintendo and he only slightly kicked my ass. It was a good game to play because my normal strategy of hitting all the buttons at once seemed to be the way to go.

On my way home I somehow accidentally got on a highway. I had to get off right away because I had no idea where to go. I had to pay a toll to get off of it. Sucks.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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