Tuesday, and other holy things

I am so relieved to have fellow bloggers looking out for me. For example, without Danelle over at Outnumbered, I might not have known that this is National Cookie Month. (Warning: she has photos over there...photos of cookies...lots and lots of cookies!) Obviously my mixer knew, and that is why it called to my daughter to get baking the other day. I still don't know exactly what that means, but am pretty sure I can come up with a few of my own ideas to celebrate. I imagine there should be homemade cookies available all month long (and since I got a late start, I will carry this through the first seven days of November.) If you don't bake, you should probably ask a neighbor, as no doubt they wouldn't want to crush your hopes and dreams of a proper celebration. Bring the kids along if you think there is even a slight possibility of rejection, just to seal the deal. If you strike out, if you need an absolute last resort, I am your gal. I am a giver like that. There should be lessons in diversity and tolerance for all different types of cookies this month. You might think that you don't like walnuts, but really once they are surrounded by other crumbly goodness, you might be surprised. Maybe lemon is not your thing, but are you really so small that you can't gobble down one little cookie? Show baked goods some respect! 

OK, speaking of tolerance, I have no issue with religions that are not my own (although lately I do have issues with the religion that is, in fact, my own). However, these two signs I passed outside of churches last week just didn't sit right with me. Maybe Jesus, and his dad, are suddenly snarkier than I like to imagine, or of course, maybe it's just me...

Put out that fire? How does he roll?

I got nothing here.

I saw this at a bar stuck to a table. She never did show up that night, that I saw. Perhaps there was a crystal ball incident.

Is this an acceptable color combination these days? Maroon and red? Are the red pants stylish? Oh my gosh, I have been out of the work force for so long, I might have to wear a housecoat (with heels, as I have some class) and plead temporary insanity when I do go back.

Hopefully my son's trigonometry homework is done now, and it is safe for me to go back out to the kitchen. I don't even like to look at it! 

Be a smart cookie and go visit Stacy!