Nintendo

Technology!  Who could live without it?  It's great.

I have been thinking a lot lately about how much I miss playing Nintendo, old school on the computer, with my older brother when we were little kids.  The Wii is great, but what happened to the good ol' joystick?

Anyway, I was always Luigi and my brother, Mario.  We were so good at that game.

If you know how I can still play it like we did in the golden days, fill me in with a comment below!

We are proud members...

...of the blogging community! I mean, look at our blog! We are well on our way to be one of the "in" blogs!

Being so up on our game is so rewarding! We know exactly what is going on everywhere else.
Well, sort of...

I recently became a fan of Blog give aways when Real Simple told me it was a great place to find gifts. If you have a blog, you need to check this site out. If you have a twitter or a facebook, that's a plus too. They give you more chances of winning if you re-post things for them on your other social media outlets.

Give it a whirl! It's pretty addicting!
xoxo-Jenna

Double Feature (movies)

Hands down, there's going to be a double feature at the house sometime soon.

All of us girls are dying to see:

And 

 They are just what this house needs! (Especially if there is a chance this house might get netflix shortly!)

Garden Party

So, the Cherry House is now in the process of planning a garden party.
With hopes that the weather will be beautiful, we plan to open our house and backyard to people who are willing to celebrate springtime. We'll sip on sweet beverages arranging a rainbow of flavors in our mouths and eat dainty things like cucumber sandwiches. I could go on, but I don't want to give away the best parts before they happen. What I will say, is that I will spend spring break checking every couch-cushion for spare change so that we can afford the following for our humble garden party:

Chic lawn furniture anyone?

A good croquet set, naturally

The must-have lawn umbrella

The PERFECT dress


Honestly, our garden party is probably going to be this good!

This is our neighborhood....

How about a double feature of Sherman-at-its-finest?

Good. Here you go:
So I'm sitting on the porch (cause it's beautiful weather to do so) and doing homework. I'm noticing that the neighborhood teenage guys are outside hanging around their suped up red pick-up truck thinking they are hott stuff revving that engine. And they really are hott stuff, because everyone knows that using every last molecule to be the most abrasive, masoganistic, males on the planet is just down-right sexy.

So, I'm sitting outside noticing that they're revving their engine for the up-teenth time as I'm typing my English paper. The two guys in the pick-up truck are just sitting their revving their engines with the windows rolled down. I guess this is their way of enjoying the beautiful day? (Each to their own. Each to their own. Each to their own.) All of the sudden, the dad comes barreling out of the house yelling something-or-other (I don't know, I'm listening to Pandora). His gym shorts and black t-shirt are separated by his beer belly that is refusing to keep them modestly together. The acquiring speed of his procession to the car helps the velocity of his fist when he punches one of the kids through the passenger side window of the truck (angry much?). Yelling ensues, both boys get out and go into the house while the dad rants about some girl having some type of drug. Later their back outside to get back to their engine-revving.

For the 30 seconds it took for all that to take place, I sure thought about it a lot more. I know that I sound like a very cynical, unloving soul when I talk about all of this. But I assure you that watching them and the acorn-pickers plays on my heartstrings that are designed for people-watching. While I don't endorse domestic abuse by any means, it does make for the most perfect story to blog about.

I love people! I love life!
xoxo-Jenna

Acorn-Pickers!

Ok, so I don't know if you've looked out your window lately or not. If you did, I'm sure you'd notice what I'd like to call "the acorn-pickers" all around! They're everywhere, I swear! I see them in my yard, my neighbor's yard, your yard, at the school and scattered across the face of Sherman. My boyfriend thinks the term "acorn-picker" is racist, but trust me when I say it is completely interracial!

It seems like people from all nations, tribes, colors and backgrounds come out of the woodwork and go around picking acorns off of the lawns of others. It's a sort of gathering of the people. Everyone comes out to pick acorns, literally, out of all lawns like it's some Easter egg hunt all year.

What the hell they are doing, I have not the slightest clue! I mean, are they hungry?! I'll make them a sandwich or something! Are they trying to kill squirrels by taking their food? Silly Shermanites, those squirrels can't be killed so easily!

Just the other day I came home to see people picking acorns in our yard.

Creepy much?

Next day they are at the neighbors.

Ok, so it's a neighborhood thing. Great. I live in that part of Sherman.

Then I see them picking around at school.

Is this some sort of community service project? Pecan pie for the masses?

I don't know what's going on. I just know that I live in the acorn-picking capital of the country and I'm pretty amused by it! I seriously have a strong desire building up to join them and see what this is all about! Maybe it's some sort of warped strength and agility training! I could go for some of that!
xoxo-Jenna

The Cherry House