Once again . . .

...Craig was a chick for Halloween.

I'm beginning to wonder about that man.

Once again, I wore extra makeup and lots of black.

And totally off-topic...my daddy bought us a Christmas present!

I don't watch The People's Court.

Now....let the Christmas season begin! Fa la la!

Costume Cuteness

Last night we took the kids to the Halloween at Greenfield Village. Although it was freezing outside, we had a fun time. It was dark and there were lots of people. I can't believe how many people buy tickets for this thing. It was sold out. They handed out treats at stations and decorated all the old houses with scary things. The treats were eh, but they did get Beanie Babies at the end.

Not really an interesting blog, I know. But the main purpose of this was to show off my cute kids.




Xavier absolutely hates Mickey ears of any kind. He refused to wear the ones that actually came with the costume. That was fine, because they looked dumb anyway. Way too small for Mickey ears. So I figured he could wear one of our sets of ears from our honeymoon. He cried when I put those on him, too. I'm not going to tell you what I had to do to make him smile for that picture.

Daphne is Pocahontas. She made me take the pic in front of the trees and rocks because I guess Pocahontas didn't hang out in subdivisions. She's also having a bad hair day, because that's the only black-haired child's wig I could find.

Farm Animals Privacy

Some thoughts from Daphne. Watch out, Emily Dickinson.


Farm Animals Privacy

Warning - This poem might be digusting, but that's life.
(yes, she wrote this disclaimer, too.)

Eggs come out of chickens butts
But without them doing that you won't have pancakes or waffles
Milk comes out of cows boobs
But if they didn't do that you wouldn't have chocolate milk
Pigs fart in the night
If they didn't do that there would be no oxygen
That's it.


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A sunset surprise :-)

When I started doing the dishes tonight, the sky was grey. When I was finished with the dishes, suddenly.....this happened.

I took this picture through a dirty window, and you can still see how brilliant the colors were! Amazing. The entire field surrounding our house was glowing orange. It was so beautiful.

The Great Biscuit Debate.

I don't know why I'm blogging about this, or even thinking about biscuits when I'm in the middle of low-carb hell week. I guess I like to torture myself.

Ok. My friend Adam lives in NYC. When Adam comes back to Michigan to visit, he grocery shops. He loves Michigan groceries. We have more of a variety, and it's cheaper.

Every time he comes, he buys Grands biscuits. You know, the dough that comes in a can and you have to bust the cardboard to let the dough out. It's sticky and smells yeasty 'n stuff. Anyway, I'm not saying I hate Grands biscuits, but they're not REAL biscuits. We always have this biscuit debate when he comes. He's coming on the 26th, and its already started.

Let me show you an example:

The one on the left is a real biscuit. The one on the right is a Grands biscuit. There's no question that the one on the left is better. BETTER!

Imagine it covered in creamy sausage gravy. Mmmm.

Again, I'll eat a Grands "biscuit" if I have to, but who would prefer it to real southern buttermilk biscuits?

Gimme some sugar.

This is day two of my two weeks of eating low carb. I always end up doing this as a kick-start to weight loss, or if I feel myself craving sweets and carbs way too much.

Well I'm doing ok. Or so I thought. Sugar withdrawal sucks, and I've been handling it well (ie, I haven't felt the urge to rip anyone's head off). But it's even worse when you're kids suddenly hate each other after dinner. I'm not sure what their deal is right now, but I think they need an early bed time tonight. Or maybe I just need ice cream.

At the dinner table, pt. 2

Zoe: Urrggghhh....this skeeto is trying to bite me.

Me:  It's not a mosquito. It's a fruit fly.

Zoe:  No it's not. It's a skeeeeeto.

Me:  No, it's a fruit fly.

Zoe:  It's a skeeto!

Me:  It's a fruit fly! Why would I lie to you?

Zoe: You're lying. *evil smirk*

Me: *dirty look*


5 minutes later.....


Zoe: Urrrghhh......this fruit loop skeeto is trying to bite me again!

This is why I don't sleep with the TV on.

I never sleep with the TV on. I enjoy total darkness and quiet, except for maybe a fan running in the background or something. But last night I fell asleep while watching late night TV.

Not much later, I woke up to the strangest music, if that's what you want to call it. It was nightmarish. It was this music, a guy singing, and another voice that sounded what Satan must sound like. I had taken cold medicine a few hours before, so not only was I half asleep, I was high as well. I didn't understand what was going on, except that I thought the devil was trying to send me some sort of message. I sat up and looked at the TV, and all I could make out was a skeleton on the screen. Ok, freaky music, Satanic messages, skeletons....I must be having a cold-induced nightmare.

This morning I remembered what had happened, sort of, and thought for sure it was dream. I was probably hearing the TV, and somehow turned it into a scary dream in my head somehow.

Well, I always record Conan OBrien at night on the DVR, because I enjoy watching him, but usually fall asleep before it's over. So today when I remembered my pretty weird experience last night, I turned last night's episode of Conan on, to see if there really was some fright-tastic segment on last night, or to see if was all in my stuffed-up floaty head.

Apparently it wasn't in my head. See the video below. At least watch the first half.

What the crap is that? I'm sorry if you're a fan of this band, but seriously. What. Is. That?

NYC pictures!

A slideshow!

No time for blogging right now....perhaps tonight if I get a chance! We had much fun :-)

edit....this slideshow is crappy...I'll redo it and post it later.

A lunch bag time capsule.

I've spent all morning in the basement looking through old boxes. I originally went down there to find a book, but every time I venture down there to look for "something" I end up down there for hours, just going through the memories.

In a box I found an old lunch bag.

It had stuff inside of it. Thankfully it was not an old lunch. It was actually a collection of things from my past that I had thrown in there a long time ago. So let's take a look, shall we?

I believe these were purchased during our first trip to Disney. I was three years old. My parents bought the whole Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs set for me. Sadly, this is all that's left. Thanks for stickin' around, guys.

This was my name that went on the back of my cheerleading sweater every year, and some randomly save pictures of my cute self. I had spirit, yes I did.

This was probably one of the happiest Red Wing moments of my life, well, exept when I met Steve Yzerman. I was a Wing Nut, fo' real. During a pre-game warm up, Rick Zombo flipped this puck up into the crowd, and I caught it with my bare hand! We were in the nosebleeds, so you know it had to be going pretty fast. Yes, it hurt.

Oh, Jon. You were so beautiful in your kooky vests and polka-dot shirt.

These are medals from various Solo & Ensmeble festivals I performed at. I played the saxophone. I used to have about a million more, but I don't know where they ran off to.

Stardate 23949349 . . . . Christie was a NextGen Trekkie in a baaaad way. She even went to a convention. OH THE HORROR! Why are Ryker's clothes all ripped? Hmmm . . .

Various drum corps patches from various years of corps. These used to be on various drum corps jackets, but now they're in various lunch bags in my basement I guess.

Makin' it great, y'all! I worked at Pizza Hut for about 8 years. I was an "expert" dough maker at one point. Be jealous.

I found many other things I'm dying to blog about, but that will have to be another day. I have lots to do today, because tomorrow morning we leave for a very short, anniversary trip to NYC. I'm not sure I'll be bringing my laptop, but you can follow me on Twitter to see what I'm up to while I'm there, or just check the widget on the left side of this blog.

This is Craig's first time in the city and I can't wait to play tour guide. Make sure you watch the Today Show on Wednesday morning. We won't be wearing weird hats or T-shirts, but maybe you'll catch a glimpse of us while Al Roker is telling you about the weather in your neck of the woods.

Later!

Michigan may be shuttin' down . . .

But at least we have cute kids who sing!

Last Sunday, Zoe, Xavier, Daphne, and our friend Brenden sang the B-I-B-L-E song at church. The series we were doing was called iBook, and it was about the Bible. So they asked the kids to lead the congregation in a chorus of the Bible song. It was cute, but unfortunately my camera was only set to record 10 seconds at a time, so I only got random parts of the song on video. MySpace also messed up my video quality, too. But I think you can still appreciate the cuteness :-)


The kids sing at church - The B-I-B-L-E

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