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!