Another Halloween will go by without dressing the boys up. They are still thoroughly humiliated and completely pissed off with the past.
I almost picked up a chicken and a dinosaur costume at Target earlier this week but... well, wait, the day/night is still young.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Makin' lather
After a million hours of researching online different recipes, techniques, additives, this and that, etc. I made shampoo bars.
It started with my hunt for stinging nettle. I've learned more about nettle than I care to know but it was also very educational. It adds to my odd extensive knowledge of random subjects... like the Amish. We'll get into that another day.
So, to make sure I found nettle I had to go on various walks through different wooded areas. And to make sure I had the right stuff, I had to touch it to see if it would make the stinging itchy feeling it's known for. As I'm roaming these wooded areas and touching several different weeds I thought to myself, "self, you don't know what poision oak or poison ivy look like". Thankfully, I didn't touch any. I finally found some nettle and picked it. Yes, it stung and itched like a mo f0.
Next, mixing the lie. It got to be about 175 degrees. I tried taking a picture in the pitcher but the heat steamed up the lens.
Mixed the oils (coconut, olive and castor)
Then stirred and stirred and stirred... for an hour until it started to thicken up. I added the essential oils and dried nettle leaves then poured it in the molds.
After 24 hours in the molds with towels laying over them for insulation I checked to see if the mixture was hardening. I was convinced I had failed. BUT, it was hard and it was still hot - good! Another 24 hours and I removed it from the molds (I used a cardboard milk carton) and sliced it. Now it will cure for about 6 weeks. I'm excited!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Catching up
I had a crush on this guy from 7th grade until about 10th grade. I was madly, deeply, painfully in love but the love wasn't returned. We talked on the phone all the time and hung out in the same group of people but we never "went together".
He was gorgeous. Sandy blond curly hair, green hazel eyes and he got so tan in the summer. I loved him.
On Facebook, I saw his last name connected with a female first name, checked it out and it's a picture of the whole family. Three little girls that look just like him, his wife and HIM! He's a little chubby and has a receding hair line but it looks like him.
Of course I didn't expect him to look the way he did the day we graduated from high school. It's been almost 20 years. People change, as they should. Lord knows I've gained damn near 70 lbs since graduation. But I was surprised anyway.
It's fun to see people from my past. The Internet has allowed me to reconnect with a lot of people, even if it's just through the web. Much of my curiosity has been satisfied and in some cases I'm intrigued with the lives of people from my past.
I often wonder what happened to some people. Not specifically of one person or another but people in general. When you go to school with someone or work with someone, you see these people and spend more time with them than any of your family members. They are so much a part of your past, your memories, maybe even a part of who you are. Then one day, they're gone.
Anyway, it's been fun catching up with my past.
He was gorgeous. Sandy blond curly hair, green hazel eyes and he got so tan in the summer. I loved him.
On Facebook, I saw his last name connected with a female first name, checked it out and it's a picture of the whole family. Three little girls that look just like him, his wife and HIM! He's a little chubby and has a receding hair line but it looks like him.
Of course I didn't expect him to look the way he did the day we graduated from high school. It's been almost 20 years. People change, as they should. Lord knows I've gained damn near 70 lbs since graduation. But I was surprised anyway.
It's fun to see people from my past. The Internet has allowed me to reconnect with a lot of people, even if it's just through the web. Much of my curiosity has been satisfied and in some cases I'm intrigued with the lives of people from my past.
I often wonder what happened to some people. Not specifically of one person or another but people in general. When you go to school with someone or work with someone, you see these people and spend more time with them than any of your family members. They are so much a part of your past, your memories, maybe even a part of who you are. Then one day, they're gone.
Anyway, it's been fun catching up with my past.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
NOLA (New Orleans Louisiana)
A year ago this week I was in New Orleans. Thinking back on that trip I have a longing for Louisiana. I wouldn't live there but I would visit again.
^Jackson Square
^Voodoo Museum
SWAMP TOUR
LAYFAYETTE CEMETARY
We stayed in the French Quarter just a couple blocks from Canal Street. We walked everywhere or took public transportation. The day we visited the plantations and the swamp was part of a day tour and a shuttle drove us to our destinations. We learned a ton from our driver. She took us through some residential areas that were still abandoned after Hurricane Katrina. She was staying in a FEMA trailer herself.
The way of life is so different and the historical way of life is so different. I learned so much about the land and the reasons of the South's way of life. Living in the Midwest, I've grown up learning about life on the prairie so the trip to NOLA was a learning experience.
Here are some pictures.
FRENCH QUARTER
^Jackson Square 
^French Quarter balcony
^Voodoo MuseumSWAMP TOUR
^Spanish Moss
^Alligator sunning on a log
^Me holding a snapping turtle
LAYFAYETTE CEMETARY
PLANTATIONS
^San Fransisco Plantation
^Laura Plantation
^Slave Cabin at Laura
^Destraun Plantation (used in "Interview With a Vampire")
^Oak Alley Plantation
^St. Joseph Plantation
^Houmas House
^Nottoway Plantation
Monday, October 20, 2008
Trail of Terrible
Saturday night my friend, my sister and I went to Trail of Terror. I'm glad I went but I won't go again.
1. It's really out there. It was about 25 miles away. Then the you are led on a dirt road for at least a mile to a bumpy, holey ground to park on. You're trying to salvage your car by going slowly over these craters while the parking lot attendants are yelling at you to "keep moving, keep moving"! Aaahhhh! The pressure!
2. Once you get to the main events area it's lit bright with flood lights. The air is polluted with off-key, screaming karaoke.
3. 90% of the people there are between the age of 14 and 18.
4. The lines are horrendous. We waited about 45 minutes for the maze and an hour and five minutes for the hay ride. The maze was worth it, the hay ride wasn't. The lines to some of the attractions criss-crossed and went far beyond the entrances.
People are let in in groups of 4 or less. We were waiting in line to walk through "The Butcher". We were standing there for about five minutes shuffling along. All of a sudden a couple girls join the two girls in front of us. Okay, fine. Groups of four or less. Next thing about 3 more join them and then a couple guys. Now there are eight additional kids in front of us making the group 10.
Uh no. I say something to them about the end of the line being "way back there". One girl (about 16-17 years old) says that "we're with them". Hm. So my friend moves in front of them, and tells us to join her. We go up there and the kids are all up in arms about it. We explain to them that you can't have eight people join you in line. One girl says, "but they're with us. We're all together". Blank stares. Then one girls says, "Just go, go ahead of us. Whatever". My friend goes on to explain to them that it isn't her fault that their parents didn't raise them right... something about she has a kid at home older than all of them and if she ever acted like them, her kid isn't too old to get a whoppin'. She was on a roll. I'm standing there thinking, I'm too old for this. Don't do it, don't join... plus, I didn't want to say the things I wanted to say in front of my sister who had to be mortified since she is the same age as the group of kids. I was a little mortified myself.
After a few minutes it all kind of went away. But then it happened again in the Maze line. This time a group of high school guys ducked under the ropes and cut, literally, in front of about 100 people. I asked if they were seriously going to cut in front of every single person behind us. They got cocky and said, "Oh, I've been waiting here for 30 minutes saving a place in line". My friend got loud and got them to move back a few groups.
As we stood in line for the hay ride we got to zig-zag through the ropes and listen in on a lot of different conversations. At one point we were standing by a girl that was about 15-16 and a couple of her friends. One of her friends was telling her someone was talking about her. Instant attitude, "Who? Who's talkin' 'bout me? I will tell them 'bout themselves" As the line moved and she moved with it we heard the end of the threats, "I will shit on their head".
Really?
1. It's really out there. It was about 25 miles away. Then the you are led on a dirt road for at least a mile to a bumpy, holey ground to park on. You're trying to salvage your car by going slowly over these craters while the parking lot attendants are yelling at you to "keep moving, keep moving"! Aaahhhh! The pressure!
2. Once you get to the main events area it's lit bright with flood lights. The air is polluted with off-key, screaming karaoke.
3. 90% of the people there are between the age of 14 and 18.
4. The lines are horrendous. We waited about 45 minutes for the maze and an hour and five minutes for the hay ride. The maze was worth it, the hay ride wasn't. The lines to some of the attractions criss-crossed and went far beyond the entrances.
People are let in in groups of 4 or less. We were waiting in line to walk through "The Butcher". We were standing there for about five minutes shuffling along. All of a sudden a couple girls join the two girls in front of us. Okay, fine. Groups of four or less. Next thing about 3 more join them and then a couple guys. Now there are eight additional kids in front of us making the group 10.
Uh no. I say something to them about the end of the line being "way back there". One girl (about 16-17 years old) says that "we're with them". Hm. So my friend moves in front of them, and tells us to join her. We go up there and the kids are all up in arms about it. We explain to them that you can't have eight people join you in line. One girl says, "but they're with us. We're all together". Blank stares. Then one girls says, "Just go, go ahead of us. Whatever". My friend goes on to explain to them that it isn't her fault that their parents didn't raise them right... something about she has a kid at home older than all of them and if she ever acted like them, her kid isn't too old to get a whoppin'. She was on a roll. I'm standing there thinking, I'm too old for this. Don't do it, don't join... plus, I didn't want to say the things I wanted to say in front of my sister who had to be mortified since she is the same age as the group of kids. I was a little mortified myself.
After a few minutes it all kind of went away. But then it happened again in the Maze line. This time a group of high school guys ducked under the ropes and cut, literally, in front of about 100 people. I asked if they were seriously going to cut in front of every single person behind us. They got cocky and said, "Oh, I've been waiting here for 30 minutes saving a place in line". My friend got loud and got them to move back a few groups.
As we stood in line for the hay ride we got to zig-zag through the ropes and listen in on a lot of different conversations. At one point we were standing by a girl that was about 15-16 and a couple of her friends. One of her friends was telling her someone was talking about her. Instant attitude, "Who? Who's talkin' 'bout me? I will tell them 'bout themselves" As the line moved and she moved with it we heard the end of the threats, "I will shit on their head".
Really?
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Art Festival
On Saturday I went to the Red Wing Art Festival. I was able to buy one thing for myself made by Sue Rowe and I got a Christmas gift from a pottery artist out of the way. They don’t have a website but here is an example of their work.
I stopped by a booth that was selling some of the most beautiful and unique pieces of jewelry I’ve ever seen. I fell in love with one ring but I didn’t have the $525 to spare. It was similar to this one but it had a square garnet and a rectangle orange sapphire.
Miriam Shuros’ booth had some pretty pendants. I may order something for my mom from her online store.
I spent a lot of time looking at Clay Squared to Infinity. So many fun things! I was excited to see her studio was just minutes from my work and that she is open to the public.
I found something I’d like to get for my mom made by Sandra Moen but unfortunately my mom was with me and Ms. Moen doesn’t have a website.
I love art festivals and craft shows! They inspire me and motivate me to dig into my creative side.
I stopped by a booth that was selling some of the most beautiful and unique pieces of jewelry I’ve ever seen. I fell in love with one ring but I didn’t have the $525 to spare. It was similar to this one but it had a square garnet and a rectangle orange sapphire.
Miriam Shuros’ booth had some pretty pendants. I may order something for my mom from her online store.
I spent a lot of time looking at Clay Squared to Infinity. So many fun things! I was excited to see her studio was just minutes from my work and that she is open to the public.
I found something I’d like to get for my mom made by Sandra Moen but unfortunately my mom was with me and Ms. Moen doesn’t have a website.
I love art festivals and craft shows! They inspire me and motivate me to dig into my creative side.
Monday, October 13, 2008
The Road
If this movie is as good as the book I may see it five times in the opening weekend.
First Photo Look: The Road
Posted on August 7th, 2008 10:30 AM by Mr. ShrekFiled under: The Road
The Road is based on the Pulitzer Prize-winning book by Cormac McCarthy. It comes out on November 26 and is already generating Oscar buzz.
Starring Viggo Mortensen, Charlize Theron and 11-year-old Kodi Smit-McPhee, the movie was shot in Katrina-ravaged New Orleans and on Mount St. Helens in Washington state for scenes of devastation.
"It's tangible, the misery and hopelessness and the bleakness," Mortensen said of the shoot, which helped create the atmosphere for a film based on a post-Apocalyptic world. "It gives you much more to work with if you're filming in that world instead of a green screen."
As for the popularity of the story?"I think what's made this story so universally loved is because it's really about protecting your child, no matter what the circumstances," the actor said. "At its core, it's a love story."
Here's your first look at Viggo and Kodi Smit-McPhee in The Road:
Good deed
How often are we required to do good deeds? One a day? One a year? Okay, when they present themselves. Well, I did mine.
Yesterday I was going to the grocery store. As I left, zipping along to make the light, I noticed a billfold lying in the street.
I made the light, did a u-turn and waited for the same light from the opposite direction to change. At the second light I made an u-turn on a red light. I didn't care, I had to save this billfold! I drove up along side of it, scooped it up, did some more u-turns and waiting for lights and pulled back into the grocery store parking lot.
I felt like I was violating someone, going through their most personal things. I opened it up and saw Audrey, a 74 year old woman looking back at me from her driver's license picture. I felt sick. Poor Audrey, does she know her billfold is missing? I can only assume she placed it on top of her car to put her groceries in and took off forgetting about it.
I looked at her checks, no number. I looked through various compartments looking for some sort of phone number. I saw pictures of grandchildren peering back at me. A casino punch card, a flower frequent buyer card, a couple credit cards and lists written out in a cursive writing for a generation passed.
I paged through the check book again and saw that she had written a phone number on a few of the checks. I call and ask for Audrey.
"Audrey doesn't live at this number" said a female voice of many cigarettes smoked.
As I stammered trying to figure out what to say next I blurted out, "I found her billfold in the street".
Pause and a groggy cackle, "That's my mother".
Whew.
I clutched the billfold to my chest, protecting it from any evil that lurked. I had a certain obligation now to get the billfold to safety, for Audrey.
I told the daughter where I'd leave it, she thanked me. I filled in the associate working at the place I left the billfold on what happened and how this precious billfold and I have seen great things, we've conquered the odds, we are safe and I was on my way.
Yesterday I was going to the grocery store. As I left, zipping along to make the light, I noticed a billfold lying in the street.
I made the light, did a u-turn and waited for the same light from the opposite direction to change. At the second light I made an u-turn on a red light. I didn't care, I had to save this billfold! I drove up along side of it, scooped it up, did some more u-turns and waiting for lights and pulled back into the grocery store parking lot.
I felt like I was violating someone, going through their most personal things. I opened it up and saw Audrey, a 74 year old woman looking back at me from her driver's license picture. I felt sick. Poor Audrey, does she know her billfold is missing? I can only assume she placed it on top of her car to put her groceries in and took off forgetting about it.
I looked at her checks, no number. I looked through various compartments looking for some sort of phone number. I saw pictures of grandchildren peering back at me. A casino punch card, a flower frequent buyer card, a couple credit cards and lists written out in a cursive writing for a generation passed.
I paged through the check book again and saw that she had written a phone number on a few of the checks. I call and ask for Audrey.
"Audrey doesn't live at this number" said a female voice of many cigarettes smoked.
As I stammered trying to figure out what to say next I blurted out, "I found her billfold in the street".
Pause and a groggy cackle, "That's my mother".
Whew.
I clutched the billfold to my chest, protecting it from any evil that lurked. I had a certain obligation now to get the billfold to safety, for Audrey.
I told the daughter where I'd leave it, she thanked me. I filled in the associate working at the place I left the billfold on what happened and how this precious billfold and I have seen great things, we've conquered the odds, we are safe and I was on my way.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Fabricated memories
I hate when I dream about him.
It makes me forget all the bad and miss all the good.
The hurt dissolves leaving only desire.
The dreams make me believe what could have been; what should have been.
They leave my heart aching for what used to be.
Dreams like this anger me; make me feel foolish for a part of me still holding on.
Knowing it's all just a dream with real feelings and fabricated memories.
It makes me forget all the bad and miss all the good.
The hurt dissolves leaving only desire.
The dreams make me believe what could have been; what should have been.
They leave my heart aching for what used to be.
Dreams like this anger me; make me feel foolish for a part of me still holding on.
Knowing it's all just a dream with real feelings and fabricated memories.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Living on the edge
Ever have those quick lived desires to do something crazy? Like, drive with your eyes closed, don't lock your doors at night or leave a candle burning unattended?
Okay the first thing may be a bit like living OVER the edge... and I've unfortunately done the candle thing.
This morning I when I was leaving I saw that I left my door unlocked. Although I'm obviously here, I'm fine, alive, all that good stuff, I instantly paniced. OH MY GOD! I LEFT THE DOOR UNLOCKED! Heart racing. What was I thinking?!
I should have been thinking that I live in a secure building and the door was simply unlocked, not left wide open. Instead I think, how many people came in and watched me sleep?
Okay the first thing may be a bit like living OVER the edge... and I've unfortunately done the candle thing.
This morning I when I was leaving I saw that I left my door unlocked. Although I'm obviously here, I'm fine, alive, all that good stuff, I instantly paniced. OH MY GOD! I LEFT THE DOOR UNLOCKED! Heart racing. What was I thinking?!
I should have been thinking that I live in a secure building and the door was simply unlocked, not left wide open. Instead I think, how many people came in and watched me sleep?
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Another one bites the dust?
I seem to have some sort of jinx on me. Just about every company I've worked for no longer exists.
I worked for a major department store at two different locations for two years- closed.
I worked for a salon at three different locations for a total of ten years - all three closed.
I worked for a small company affiliated with the company I currently work for for two years - closed.
After being in my present position for eight years, the company I currently work for is filing for bankrupcy.
I don't know what this means.
I worked for a major department store at two different locations for two years- closed.
I worked for a salon at three different locations for a total of ten years - all three closed.
I worked for a small company affiliated with the company I currently work for for two years - closed.
After being in my present position for eight years, the company I currently work for is filing for bankrupcy.
I don't know what this means.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
A little more of my life for all to read.
I posted all the blogs I had on Myspace. I don't spend much time there anymore and I wanted everything in one place. Since this is as good a place as any, I transferred them over.
Most of them have to do with going to school, finding and moving into my condo, my horrible neighbors and all the anxiety and panic that came after that. I'm so glad that is over with. I was in rough shape.
It's actually kind of depressing and I exposed quite a bit but there it is.
I started Blogger in July 2008. Anything before that was transferred from Myspace.
Most of them have to do with going to school, finding and moving into my condo, my horrible neighbors and all the anxiety and panic that came after that. I'm so glad that is over with. I was in rough shape.
It's actually kind of depressing and I exposed quite a bit but there it is.
I started Blogger in July 2008. Anything before that was transferred from Myspace.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
One more thing
I forgot to mention in yesterday's post that the president told me she plans on resigning in January. That will make me president. Ummm...
Monday, October 6, 2008
Patting my own back
When I moved into my condo I made a point to attend all of the monthly association meetings. I wanted to a.) get to know my neighbors and b.) understand where the money goes. Well, since an average of four out of 180 units attends, I'm not getting to know the community as quickly as I thought. The other stuff I'm catching on to.
I'm an observer. I sit quietly, mainly unoticed, gathering information about people. I don't do it intentionally, I just do it. It's stemmed from being an incredibly shy child that carried into my twenties. I observe, I get to know personality traits, the good, the bad and the ugly. I had pretty much formed opinions on just about everyone by the sixth month/meeting.
Interestingly, since about the sixth meeting I attended, I started getting approached by the board members to consider running for the board. NO THANKS! was usually my response. I've seen first hand the behavior of the freaks I am surrounded by. Well, they finally broke me in March (after nearly three years) and I'm now the Vice President of the board.
I'm not sure what the Vice President does. Sorry, got to quoting Palin... As VP of the board I really don't have any outlined duties. I've taken it upon myself to write the quarterly newsletters and doing the occasional research for certain projects that are in the works. I do the latter more because I personally don't want to look like an idiot. I want to be able to make informed decisions, not just vote with the others.
The current president is, I believe 73. She is greatly unliked by a large number of owners. I've never gotten to the bottom of this but I am learning about her and now forming my own opinions. Basically, she loves gossip, likes to look out for numero uno and I've actually caught her in a couple of... fibs. (I have a hard time calling a 73 year old woman a liar!). All of this she denies if confronted.
When I decided to run and then actually joined the board I made sure people were aware that I am going to be open minded, fair and hear people out. My opinion is not necessarily the opinion of all. For many years people have become frustrated with the past and current board and have basically given up on trying to get a point across. I feel like I am opening the channels of communication a bit more. It's slow but I'm finding that many of these homeowners who have been labled "trouble" and considered a bit looney are just frustrated... and maybe just a little looney.
Many of these owners just want to be validated and have some sort of acknowledgment that they were heard. This weekend I gathered my courage and called a unit owner that is known to blow up, yell, insult, etc. I was honestly afraid she would bring out the worst in me as I have a low tolerance to that kind of behavior. But, I kept calm and listened and she responded to that, and thanked me (in a round about way) for calling. I poured on the empathy and lightened her foul mood.
I know she still won't be happy with the results of her original concern but at least someone (me) is following up with her. Or I could find the shrubs in front of my building doused with gasoline or my car pushed into the swamp Yes, it's happened there.
I'm an observer. I sit quietly, mainly unoticed, gathering information about people. I don't do it intentionally, I just do it. It's stemmed from being an incredibly shy child that carried into my twenties. I observe, I get to know personality traits, the good, the bad and the ugly. I had pretty much formed opinions on just about everyone by the sixth month/meeting.
Interestingly, since about the sixth meeting I attended, I started getting approached by the board members to consider running for the board. NO THANKS! was usually my response. I've seen first hand the behavior of the freaks I am surrounded by. Well, they finally broke me in March (after nearly three years) and I'm now the Vice President of the board.
I'm not sure what the Vice President does. Sorry, got to quoting Palin... As VP of the board I really don't have any outlined duties. I've taken it upon myself to write the quarterly newsletters and doing the occasional research for certain projects that are in the works. I do the latter more because I personally don't want to look like an idiot. I want to be able to make informed decisions, not just vote with the others.
The current president is, I believe 73. She is greatly unliked by a large number of owners. I've never gotten to the bottom of this but I am learning about her and now forming my own opinions. Basically, she loves gossip, likes to look out for numero uno and I've actually caught her in a couple of... fibs. (I have a hard time calling a 73 year old woman a liar!). All of this she denies if confronted.
When I decided to run and then actually joined the board I made sure people were aware that I am going to be open minded, fair and hear people out. My opinion is not necessarily the opinion of all. For many years people have become frustrated with the past and current board and have basically given up on trying to get a point across. I feel like I am opening the channels of communication a bit more. It's slow but I'm finding that many of these homeowners who have been labled "trouble" and considered a bit looney are just frustrated... and maybe just a little looney.
Many of these owners just want to be validated and have some sort of acknowledgment that they were heard. This weekend I gathered my courage and called a unit owner that is known to blow up, yell, insult, etc. I was honestly afraid she would bring out the worst in me as I have a low tolerance to that kind of behavior. But, I kept calm and listened and she responded to that, and thanked me (in a round about way) for calling. I poured on the empathy and lightened her foul mood.
I know she still won't be happy with the results of her original concern but at least someone (me) is following up with her. Or I could find the shrubs in front of my building doused with gasoline or my car pushed into the swamp Yes, it's happened there.
Friday, October 3, 2008
There comes a point
I got this in an e-mail this morning.
There comes a point in your life when you realize: who matters, who never did, who won't anymore... and who always will.
So, don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.
Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Eeeek! hahahaha
My throat was sore and my stomach muscles ached from laughing so hard.
Saturday night a friend, her daughter and daughter’s cousin went to Valleyfair (aka. Valleyscare). I hadn’t been since 2000 so I was really excited. Add in the element of scare and I was peeing my pants waiting to go.
We got there just as it was starting to get dark so there wasn’t much going on. So, we went on rides. Oh gawd! I had so much fun!
We got there just as it was starting to get dark so there wasn’t much going on. So, we went on rides. Oh gawd! I had so much fun!
Steel VenomOnce it was dark the freaks came out and the mazes opened up. There was The Mangler Asylum (mental hospital), Hellside Farm, CarnEVIL (clowns), Chateau du Damne (vampires), Carnage at Crimson Isle (pirates), Mr. Cleaver's Bloodshed (meat packing warehouse) and Blood Creek Cemetery. We went through the cemetery three times. This is where the zombies were. One zombie followed me and it’s just like the movies, you’re running, they’re limping, dragging, whatever, and somehow when you turn around they’re right there!
This one kept following me!The vampires were scary. One vampire had on the whole cape get up and had on those roller shoes so it looked like he was gliding/floating around. Creepy effect! The vampires in the maze were pretty scary, fangs, hissing, all the good stuff.
We were there for almost six hours. I spent $10.50 on two lemon lime slushys (the best ever!) and $8 on two twist soft serve cones which Shakeela, with one lick, dropped hers on the ground.
In a couple of weekends we’re going on another adventure! I’m starting to like Halloween.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
GO TEAM!
Last Saturday I got my lazy bones out of bed at 9:30 (I like to sleep in really late on Saturday’s if I can) and went to watch my goddaughter’s soccer game. She’s five and just started kindergarten this fall. Another note, she hates soccer. Hates it. She hates it so much that she cries through all the games… and the practices. Her mom and dad made an agreement with her and she’s sticking it out through the remainder of the season – tears or not.
This particular game she didn’t cry and she was in the game for two of the quarters (or nickels as she calls them). It was pretty funny, the coach told her where to stand and she followed directions like a good player.
Right there
The whole game
Her newlywed aunt and uncle came to watch with there fur babies
Man and Dandy (Dan and Mandy) with Adley and Marley
It takes everything I've got not to gobble up Jordan, my other goddaughter.
This particular game she didn’t cry and she was in the game for two of the quarters (or nickels as she calls them). It was pretty funny, the coach told her where to stand and she followed directions like a good player.
She stood there
Right there
The whole game
Just like the coach said
Her newlywed aunt and uncle came to watch with there fur babies
Man and Dandy (Dan and Mandy) with Adley and Marley
I fell completely head over heals in love with this six month old Great Dane.
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