I've been on the track to domestic goddesshood for quite some time now. And let's be honest. Sometimes that's a rocky road for dear old Shan. But every now and then, a madness comes over me, and I get this irresistable urge to swell above the ranks with some kicking skills in the kitchen, or some "off the wall" painting, pardon my pun. Today, it was pumpkins.

I carved 'em.
And baked 'em.
And toasted every last slimy seed.

There is now a jack-o-lantern grinning boistrously on my porch, a homemade pumpkin pie (crust and decorative leaf, too dearies) on my countertop, and a bag full of salty, crunchy pumpkin seeds in my pantry.

Oh, but that wasn't enough. Then I pompously peppered the compost pile with the pumpkin remains, pleased with my ecological dedication. Okay, so Patrick did that part - but I still felt a definite sense of superiority as I handed him the bowl of leftovers. Domestic Goddesshood, here I come.

Except that... it took me SEVEN HOURS AND FORTY MINUTES to do it all. Yes, that's right friends. Nearly eight hours of pumpkin lovin'. I'm pretty sure that factors in when you're up for Domestic Goddess. (isn't there a review board or something?) While all of you good people were at your jobs today, hard at work and bringing home the bacon, I spent the same amount of time up to my elbows in orange goo. My legs are actually tired from this activity. I think I drifted off at one point during the toasting process, and when I woke up I was cheating with the microwave because it wasn't soft enough. I used every bowl in my home, including a fish bowl and a few flower vases. My mixer, food processer, potato masher, AND the meat hammer thingy were all covered. You name it, I used it and gooked it all up. It looked like someone bombed my kitchen with pumpkins, explosions sending puree and pumpkin innards from one end to the other. Ew!! I managed not to cry, but only because I had pumpkin stuck in my tear ducts.

I've had babies in less time, people. And the truly sad thing is, there isn't a single soul in this house who even LIKES pumpkin. What was I thinking?

And yet... I still think it's pretty awesome that I threw down like that. Yay for Fall Insanity!! Surely someone will eat this stuff, right?

*collapsing*

PS- pictures tomorrow, because I am, after all, a Bogger Royale. But now it's bedtime for all little domestic goddesses. night-night, sleep tight, don't let the--- ZZzzzzzzzz...