Always Did Like The Carpenters

Whew, I finally got out of that sauna! Don't get me wrong; my mustache and unibrow have never looked more stunning. That's the magic of a spa for you.

But I felt like stretching my pumpkin legs, so I took off for bigger and more roomy spaces. My current roost gives me a great view of all the goings-on in this place, plus I'm in earshot of one of the finest example of 1990s technology. Makes me even more nostalgic...

My New Neighbor...is moved in.

My new neighbor, Gary, is an envelope printer. The rumor of his coming was filled with warnings of how noisy he could be, however I am proud to report that Gary has not measured up to the hype. He is fairly calm and hasn't thrown too many wild parties. We enjoy the same kind of music and agree that Smashing Pumpkins was the worst band ever. Remember those guys?

#WyattSelfie

It seems you are having trouble finding me. I been here over a month. I'm sending a picture so you can remember what I look like. Open some drawers and search some panels...I'm still waiting for you.

Here's a hint...

Are you having a hard time finding me? 

Here's a hint. I hear there is a new neighbor moving in next to me. Looks like that neighbor makes the sames sounds that my current structure does. 

Come find me and bring me some ear plugs.

Not my idea of a spa, people.

Tick. Sliiiiide. Clang.

Seriously, what is this place? I’m thankful Kristi came to my rescue before I became the next chew toy for one of WGM’s precarious toddlers. That nursery smells of fear for someone my size and handsome physique.

Swoosh. Creeeek. Bang.

After that near fiasco, I was ready for a little r & r. Kristi explained that my next spot would be a bit more spa like, or that’s what I pictured when she said sauna. I was thinking I would have plenty of time to work on my manscaping, but it’s dark and my neighbors are rowdy.

Beep. Craaaaank. Bam.

Someone is coming. Stop! Come back. People come and go, but never hang out here long. Please, hurry and find me. I need to be saved from this raucous. I’m not sure how long my stash and brow can remain on point in this temp. I beg you.

HELP!

Where am I?
This is new...
Please someone find me, I'd do the same for you!

I may be young,
but I'm not a child.
So why am I stuck here where the toys have gone wild?

Please rescue me.
Please save my hide.
I can't push open the lid, I've tried and I've tried!

This feels like a scene
out of Toy Story 3.
Come quick or else there will be no more of me!

Wyatt is on the move!!!

To Workplace,

             Today I'm relaxing with mi amigo y mi amiga. The billboards here have obnoxiously big letters, almost too big for my eye to see properly. However my friends say it smells strongly of wood and coffee which is aesthetic enough to keep me here. I hope to see you soon!
                                                                     From, Wyatt




Pat has passed off Wyatt to me, Madison, so good luck!!!! :) 

A Calculated Move

Wow! That new copyeditor you have sure isn't very perceptive. I hung out in her bookshelf for so long that I think my unibrow is permanently flattened. Maybe my new host will have a comb and can fluff me out.

It was a calculated move on my part. I enjoy the security I feel under World Gospel Mission, especially with all these presidential transitions happening everywhere I turn. Who would have thought the entire country and WGM would be going through leadership changes at the same time.

Well, happy hunting, friends! Knock on wood I'm found a little quicker this time around.

Could someone please get me out of this cramped space! I feel squished and not at all "top shelf" in this location. I can see everyone as they walk by to get their copies, but no one is paying attention to me. Help!

Well, I didn't hang out on the other level very long. It was really boring there. The gal didn't even notice that I was hidden back in the greenery where I couldn't see anything. And when she did find me, she didn't take me out to eat or up for break or on a walk or anything! No long chats in the Oasis about life or my purpose or anything! So I'm outa here! I'm movin' on up to the big time where I can hang out with style!

Another Level

I've been hanging out with this gal for a while now. I recognize her from last year. I spent some time with her in the hospital and rehab. She sure is getting around a lot faster now, but she keeps talking about something called retirement. I'm not sure what that is, but I probably won't be visiting her anymore. Sigh. That will be another level of adjustment. I guess I'll go plant myself in another office and spy out the comings and goings there.

Been there, done that

Well, the new kid THOUGHT he was being all that and a bag of chips, but little did he know that I'd hung out in that spot before. Thinks he's a smart one. Well, phooey on that. I'm going to go hang out with someone ACTUALLY smart. Lata!

Office Daredevil

Hey all!

Sorry it took me so long guys. The new kid takes a while to catch on. I stared at the back of his head for weeks! After waiting all that time I finally just wedged my way out of the picture and waddled towards the outside door in the post office.

To my dismay it was raining so I walked back to the new guy and he finally noticed me when I crawled onto his lap. He was scared at first but when he realized it was me he felt bad that he hadn't found me and tried to show me a good time around the office.

He had me sit on his desk and listen to some music which was kind of fun but I was looking to live dangerously today so I asked him if there was anything more "life on the edge" we could do. He told me he had something cool I could try that was very dangerous and then told me to back off his snacks. He's so protective of his food...don't tell him but I think he eats too often to be a human. He may be a pumpkin boy. Anyways, ONWARD to our next adventure!

Now this is more like it! Ah, the thrill of being alive! Am I going to be cut in two? Am I the next pumpkin pie? 

As the cutter was dropping the new guy pulled me out and saved me. He's not so bad. We hung out in the break room for a while and chatted about life, the universe, and God's plan for us. It got really deep, really quick...

so now I'm off to my next destination. Wish me luck as hopefully this next gal finds me quicker than Micah did.

Till next time,

Wyatt (the daredevil pumpkin)

Latin Life

What a wonderful visit I had with the Carrs at the guesthouse. It was hot though!

Here's a picture of my new friend Miku and I in Argentina.

The lanky one and I had time for a picture in front of the Harriman's hotel!

Nobody likes to spend eight hours in the airport. Especially not pumpkins.

I have now been on three different continents. At first, Europe seemed unimaginable. But now South America too?!? It simply blows my little pumpkin mind. I think I like Latin culture. Siestas in the afternoon, late dinners and kisses on the cheek. Man, did I kiss a lot of girls! Well, alright, not exactly... But I watched lots of greetings happen! The heat was a nice change from the freezer where I spent many hours shivering by myself. It got up to 103 degrees one day in Paraguay! I almost sweat my mustache right off my face. Fortunately, the Bowen boys didn't rip off my eyebrow either. They can be a rough bunch, ya know. Argentina was a great opportunity to meet new friends. We spent time with the Weinerts, Moons and the Archers, including their new puppy. Arwen. All in all, it was a fantabulous trip. However, I was very glad to see Indiana again after nearly three weeks away!

It's definitely not a restaurant, but it still has a menu.
If you can solve this clue, you will find my current venue.

Your favorite pumpkin,

Wyatt

I’m Back!

Sorry for the long hiatus I took recently. Since Kristi got to enjoy six weeks of renewal this summer, I thought, “Why not me? I deserve a break!” Adam was kind enough to let me hang in his Lego lair and just chill. However, I must have overstayed my welcome, because then I ended up in the freezer that NEVER gets used! Nice, people, very nice! I’m not sure my unibrow will ever be the same. I also think my goggley eye is freezer burnt.

I’m really hoping that Spencer takes better care of me as we head to South America this weekend. What more could a pumpkin want than to visit missionaries in Paraguay and Argentina? I can’t wait to hang out with the boys in Paraguay; I’ve heard they’re full of energy; and to travel with Prez Hubert before he retires.

Bon Voyage! Enjoy the snow! :o)