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Dear Mema,
This week has been so long, and so full of cruddy news. Our poor cook at the cafe today had to put up with me getting it all.. and I mean all out today. After being on the grumpy side, I decided that it would be best to squirt our cook, "Ernie" with water.... and I did. I pulled the old-fashion hole in a water bottle trick and soaked him down after a disagreement we had about pickles on a tuna sandwich. Ernie, completely surprised that I actually shot him all down his right side decided he was then going to throw me in the pond behind the full-of-laughter cafe. He swiped me up using only one arm (this is where being petite is a problem); luckily, it did not work, after all, I am alive! This is where I say how lucky I am that I have such a wonderful job. In a way, it has to do with my fascination of food, which I believe I get from you. After all, you did teach me a lot, so thank you!
Love, emh
(up above is a picture of a note that our regulars left us... have to love them!)

Friends, Family & Promises.

Dear Mema,
I just read this article that I really enjoyed. Listed in the magazine is Life Lessons. It states-
Rule #1- Act like a 9 year-old.... (ha,ha,ha check!)
Rule #2- Stop giving advice.........(in other words....... RUN!)
Rule#3- Keep your promises.......(common sense; what everyone should follow)
Rule#4-Be happy........................(check! check! check!)
I guess, in summary that I could say is that if you're friends, you should stay true blue. If you're family, it should only be  nothing but the truth. Now, I know we may not be the closest family, but I know we do our best... even if there's a mean, green bolder in the way! Love, Love, Love you!
Love, emh

Midwest.... after 3 years.

Dear Mema,
As I'm writting you this blog I am sitting in Wisconsin.... on Riley's couch! He was kind... or shall we say brave enough to take me back into the midwest. We drove out here on Friday evening in the corvette and stayed one night in some random town! You know me... in the car 5 min and I'm out. By the time we became un-lost and found Iola, Wisconsin it was late afternoon Saturday. We went to a car show where I picked out my new car! Riley didn't like that idea and said he'd refuse to even ride with me. Rude! Anyway, after becoming blind after seeing nothing but beer-aholic, white beader tanned rednecks, we decided to be on our way (lasted maybe a half-hour..) Since then,we've stayed at his lake house, and took me out on a boat where he even threatened to throw me off due to my wonderful swimming skills! Don't worry, he also claimed he'd come and save me if they didn't improve. Well, I fly back on the big bird (not the yellow one!) on wed afternoon just in time to see all of ya! Can't wait!
love,
emh

Chicken Chasers.

Dear Mema,
You would never guess what I got considered today at the Cafe. A Chicken Chaser! Can you believe that? Now, I am very, very aware that Iowa is not the most populated place in the whole world... or in the Midwest, but still! I was shocked! The most best part of it.... it was a redneck delawarian that said it! Ya know, he talked like this... (redneck accent) and walked like this... That is the kind of man that called your granddaughter a Chicken Chaser today. However, I guess it didn't help that I was wearing cowboy boots today either!
Cluck, Cluck.
Love, emh

Corvette Birthday.

Dear Mema,
Boy, do I have a story for you! So on my birthday, I hung out with Riley, (renamed on my blog..) who also was the guy that took me mountain falling. Well, we went to Bethany, and it was beautiful... but... you'll never guess what he drove me around in as if I'm some worldly known princess. Yep, a '69 Stingray Corvette. Bow Chicka Wa Waa.. right? I wouldn't have mind taking my own car, but man, this was fun! Don't worry, he didn't drive too fast........ yeah. Then we went to the milkshake place where Pepop gets his classic mint-chocolate chip shake and it made me think of you guys and miss you so much! I sure am looking forward to seeing you soon!
Love,
emh

Happy to have found my legs.

Dear Mema,
Have you ever been to Shenandoah Valley? Well, I went there about a week ago with a boy I've been seeing and have a thing for. He's an outdoor freak and rock climbs and hikes all over the world. Here I was thinking I was going to look like such a loser running up these trails of rocks and in "camping gear". I'm pretty sure, actually I know I did. Anyway, so here we are walking down a trail and I'm sounding like Squeaky, the broken toy off Toy Story that got put on the shelf (actually used my inhaler twice) and he decides we should run. So I'm thinking I got this, and I start running.... sliding/falling down the rocky path. I felt like Super Woman as I ran right past him and was so shocked! As I came to a stop at the bottom of the hill to catch my breath (squeaking like squeaky..) he came running and looked at me as if I was some Olympic runner and was very impressed. Little does he know, I wasn't running, I was falling... the whole way down. I couldn't of made a stop.. even if I tried! For once, Mema... I'm thankful. Thankful for being so petite, that I fall down mountains.
Love,
emh