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Showing posts with label Places. Show all posts

#57 Excelsior MN


The other week me and my mom took a trip to the small town of Excelsior MN. We stopped at a general store and picked up one of these:

(The most glorious pumpkin bar with a mile of fluffy whipped cream)

After Eating it we were all smiles:

And here is a quiz for you. Take a close look at this picture.

Are you ready?

Is it:
A. A garage sale
B. Your Grandma's Basement
C. Catherine's Dream Store

#22 Dear Kohls,

I'm not quite sure why you keep sending my mother 10 dollars in Kohls cash every week. But as the humble reciever of the leftover Kohls Cash, I would personally like to let you know of my appreciation for all the free stuff. Thank you.

Love Catherine

#1 The Midwest, or Home, or a Bed That Feels Like Butter.

This morning my parents and I climbed into a car in Ohio and began our drive back to my home in Minnesota. There is something so wonderful about a car ride on drizzly day in the Midwest. I enjoyed my stay in the desert (unfortunately not dessert) that is known as the west, but it's good old “Up North” that really has my heart. I was raised in the humid, lush, green fields of the midwest. ( I was attempting to be poetic just then, My mother didn't actually raise me in a corn field, sorry to disappoint.) I love everything here. The trees, the lakes, the green. I love that the people drive, eat, talk, smile, live as if they want desperately to be your friend. It drizzled all weekend. Have I mentioned that I love rain? This morning I woke up to the rain drizzling on the pond next to my Brother and Sister-in-law's apartment. It was perfect.
Anyway, on the way home my mom and I listened to Elton John while my dad sat in the back and slept with a pillow on top of his face. Doesn't he know that the pillow is supposed to go under his face? (just kidding daddy-o)

Anyways, I guess I'll get to the point. I'm very excited to be back in the Midwest, in my house, with my mom's garden where the flowers smell too sweet to describe, where the kitchen is always stocked, and the beds are soft as butter.