This summer, the blogosphere had a presence that loomed large and crossed over blog boundaries. The Bloggess introduced us to Beyonce here. Sightings were made all over the country and the continuing saga entertained us all (and continues to do so if we are honest). When I was on the way home from a training course in Maryland last week, I passed through Lovettsville, VA. As I pulled to a stop at the traffic light there, I glanced to my right and was astounded to see Beyonce (or one of her acolytes) gathering an army of pigs. If you look carefully, you can see the large corncob that she must have been eating because she has gained some size and is now as tall as the house she is standing beside.
Did you know that the Dairy Queen Blizzard turned 25 last year? I remember when the Blizzard was introduced which makes me officially...old. Anyway, there was no Dairy Queen in the town where I grew up but there was one where my great grandfather lived. Do you remember when a trip longer than 15 minutes lasted fuh evah? When I was little, the 65 minute drive to my great grandfather's small town felt like an eternity. Maybe it felt so long because I was hoping for that extremely rare occurrence of a stop at the Dairy Queen. My parents were teachers and the budget was always tight, but occasionally we would stop at DQ and we could get a small cone. We never got to choose--it was always just that small vanilla cone, but it was a treat nonetheless. Once I was able to drive and had a job, those stops at DQ were almost mandatory when I ventured on my own to my grandparents house. I probably tried something different each time-...

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