Clever Clever Me

Sometimes I am so resourceful and clever that I even amaze myself. I'll let YOU be the judge here.

All I wanted was a nice little pair of Blue Shoes.

I say "nice" and "little" as in, I didn't want to pay over thirty dollars for them. In fact under ten would have been nice.
I have been searching the Internet trying to find a pair of dark blue shoes that
A. don't look orthopedic
B. aren't too dressy
C. aren't too casual
D. are flats
And
E. are CHEAP!

Wouldn't you think that with all of the Internet, that finding just the right shoes would have been a walk in the park?

HA! As if.

The other issue at hand is that I'm really irresponsible when it comes to sending things back. Even when they pay for it. I knew that this would most likely be a problem because I have a monster of a time finding shoes that not only fit, not only are comfortable, but that will also stay on my feet.
I honestly don't know why but with a lot of shoes, even though they might fit just fine, after the first step or two they will not stay on my heels.

It's like I take a step and the shoes don't.

I certainly can't keep putting my foot back into my shoes every two or three steps. Does anyone else have that problem?

Well, a few weeks ago, Payless Shoes teamed up with Oprah. For two days at the end of October, you could go to Oprah's web page and print out a coupon for 50% off everything in the store.
My daughter Heidi was the one who alerted me to it.

Thank you Heidi!

I got there an hour and a half before they closed. On the last day for the coupon. Things were sort of picked over. I did find a couple pairs of shoes, a nice purse, some socks and even a cute necklace though.

One of the pairs of shoes was a cute little black and white tweed number. For less than nine dollars even.
That was with the half off.
I wasn't entirely sure what I would wear them with at the time, I just thought they were cute and being half off made them even cuter.
Here is a picture of them.

Well, for the next few weeks I wore them only once. It just seemed like they didn't go with anything as well as some of my other shoes did. I started to feel like those sweet little black and white shoes were becoming the Elephant in my closet. I kept seeing them and feeling guilty for neglecting them but what could I do?

I certainly didn't want to take them back. How could I not keep them?

They had only cost me 8.50$.

This is when I started toying with the idea of somehow taking those nice little shoes and making them useful.

I couldn't help but notice all of the white on them. What is white mostly good for, I asked myself?

Why, to be colored any color you would want. I answered myself.

Hmmmm. Black and White shoes. A need for some dark blue shoes.

think think think think think

YES! I will color those little white sections BLUE!

Now for the

"Method"

I considered RIT dye.

Much too messy.

Also anything I have ever dyed has always bled onto everything else.

Not an attractive quality in a pair of shoes.

That's when I thought of my rather large collection of Sharpie Markers. Have you ever accidentally gotten sharpie marker on an item of clothing? Yeah? Just try and get it off.

If it won't come off when you accidentally get it on something then it certainly stands to reason that if you purposely put it on something it won't be going anywhere.

WHOOO HOOOO!

Problem solved.

Blue shoes coming UP!

I have to admit that it was hard to start. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I might just be ruining a perfectly good pair of shoes. That, of course, is the beauty of having a cheap pair of shoes that you've only worn once.

I mean, how bad could it be?

I started coloring. It was much easier than I had imagined it would be. Those shoes were practically begging for that color.

The only problem was that they started to look almost more purple than blue. The fact that I've also been after a nice pair of purple shoes didn't escape my attention. But NO! I was going to have blue shoes no matter what.

I finally decided to get my light blue marker and go over them with it as well.

You know? So as to increase the blueness?

It worked. That light blue added not only a little more blueness to those shoes but also a bit more depth and dimension.

Am I happy with the results?

Do dogs pee in the snow?

Yes I am HAPPY!

I now have me some lovely BLUE SHOES!

And I did it all myself.

So go ahead and color me HAPPY!

And now for the pictures

I've been thinking that some olive green shoes would be nice.

Hmmmmmmmmm.

Do they make olive green sharpies?

To further the Controversy

First of all, for this post to make any sense you will need to go to my daughter's blog here to read about this scandalous family happening of ours.
Be sure and read all the comments. They're actually the best part.

Go ahead. I promise to wait.

I have decided that since one of our family's most sacred recipes is "out" I might as well stoke the fire by publishing our very most private, never before heard of by anyone outside of the family, secret, no make that super secret, handed down from mother to daughter for more years than anyone can remember, secretest of secret, family recipes.

You can only read the recipe if you promise, on all that you hold sacred and dear, to never, NEVER, ever, even on pain of death, share it with anyone else.

Okay. I realize I am taking my very life in my hands here. I figure though that it is high time that we share this most secret recipe with the rest of the world.

It's really the only decent thing to do.
Drum roll please.
Tataatatatatatatatatatatatatatttttaaaaatttttaaaatttttt

The super secret Brinkerhoff (my maiden name) Family recipe never to be shared with anyone outside of the family. . . . . . . .

You realize, that I will probably lose my rights to the family cookbook after this shameful betrayal.


***************Cinnamon Sugar*****************

1cup sugar

1 T cinnamon

Works best with a food processor. If you don't have one a bowl and spoon will do in a pinch.

CAREFULLY measure out ONE cup of sugar. Absolutely must be ONE cup. Not one cup and one half teaspoon. Not one cup minus a fourth of a teaspoon. EXACTLY ONE CUP.
Just as carefully measure out one tablespoon of cinnamon. Same stringent rules apply as for the sugar.

Now this is where it gets really tricky.

With the utmost of care, pour the sugar into food processor making sure to not let even one grain fall on the counter. As stated earlier, in case of no food processor a bowl may be used.

(Results not guaranteed with this method however.)
With equal care pour in the one tablespoon of sugar.
Now, turn on and process for exactly one minute and twelve seconds. If doing by hand set timer to one minute, twelve seconds, and stir carefully so as not to cause any to fly out of the bowl.

If you have followed these instruction to the letter hopefully you will have a successful batch of Cinnamon sugar.
I realize that with a recipe of this extreme difficulty that it sometimes can take years to perfect your technique. Don't be discouraged. Keep at it and one day you will be able to make a cinnamon sugar that even great, great, great, great, (twice removed) aunt Bertha would be proud to call her own.

Suggested uses for cinnamon sugar:

Sprinkle on toast after buttering.

Sprinkle over any baked apple recipe.

This is also the secret ingredient for another super, super, secret family recipe called Cinnamon Rolls. I don't dare mention anything more about what those are however. I do have to live with these people in my family you know.

Well, I have risked quite a lot to sneak this secret recipe out of the family recipe vault. I'm sorry for the level of difficulty, and I most sincerely hope that you can master it and try for yourself the heavenly delights of
Cinnamon sugar

Shhhhhhhh, you didn't hear it from me.

Oooops. Thank you little brother for pointing out my mistake here. I said to put in a Tablespoon of sugar. I meant cinammon of course. I think that my inate fear of the atrocity I was committing must have overcome me. So take away that extra tablespoon of sugar and make it cinammon.

Oh NOOOOO!
I think I hear them coming!

ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Three Movie Reviews. Caution! May be Extra Long.

I thought it might be fun to give a few movie reviews for my most recently seen films. These are all movies that I saw with Shawn. For the most part I would have to say that he enjoyed all three of them,
but only one of them earned his highest stamp of approval.
That would involve him telling me, as we walk out of the theater, that he wants to get it on DVD.

First up would be;



I have a lot of conflicted feelings about this film. I would love to be able to say that this was a beloved childhood book for me, but it really wasn't.

According to the stats, it was written in 1963, which would have put me at six years old. I have no memory of it at that age though. I don't think I was even aware of it until my little brother brought it home from his elementary school library. I must have been around 15. I thought it was a pretty cool little book, but nothing too remarkable.

My point here, is that I came to the movie without any preconceived notions.
I liked the movie. I even feel that it should be seen on the big screen. Not just as a rental.
I wanted to love it but didn't. I did however fall in love with Max Records.He's the boy who plays Max in the movie.

I think this kid could very well be the next Dakota Fanning.

First of all, he is an absolutely beautiful child. And as for his acting skills, he was incredible. His performance was so natural and real that it was easy to forget that you were watching a movie. He was that spot on perfect. His "Max" was completely believable as a rambunctious but also troubled little boy. You weren't supposed to hate him. And I didn't. Maybe because I have raised three boys myself, I could see his vulnerability and confusion at being the youngest in a somewhat chaotic environment. He wasn't a bad child by any stretch of the imagination.

He simply was part of a world where he had no clearly defined place.

Max ends up traveling to a new world where he finds himself in the same predicament.

The community of Wild Things turns out to be as much a place of disorder and confusion as Max's real world had been


With one big difference.
In this world, he is able to take control and establish himself as the leader and rule maker.

For a while at least.

As he becomes the one responsible for order and stability Max starts to realize how hard life is for the person in charge.
He learns that, being the leader, becomes a matter of employing one big bluff after another. His new friends/dependants the "Wild Things" end up wanting the same things from him that he had previously expected from his mother and sister. Things that he doesn't know how to give them. The more he tries to give his new "subjects" what he thinks they want, the more dissatisfied and discontent they become with him.
They even suggest that destroying him (death by being eaten), if he can't satisfy their expectations, is by no means out of the question.

The film is visually quite stunning. His new world seems to have an unending array of different environments and climates.

The story, what there is of it, is neither easy or hard to follow.
It just "is".
It turned out to be, for me at least, one of those rare, odd, movies that I find it hard to have a definite opinion on. However I can say that, I liked the originality of it. I thought the acting was superb. The "Wild Things" which the Jim Henson people get the credit for bringing to life, were fun to watch.
All in all, I think the best recommendation I can give it is this; If you have a nice, vivid, unlimited imagination, then you will most likely find something about it to like. And, even if you decide you don't like it, you will most likely at least "understand" it.
On the other hand, if you prefer your movies straight up, with not a hint of ambiguity, and very little plot to speak of, then you might want to miss this one.

Next up;

No hidden meaning or agenda to this movie. Just a lot of good sticky, messy and stinky fun. I doubt I will ever watch it a second time, even if I do buy it for Shawn when it comes out.

Yes this is the one he liked best.

It's a cute story about a young man trying to find acceptance from his peers. He is an inventer, who comes up with a way to have food of all kinds fall from the sky.

Like if the army's MRE's were to breed with a well loved restaurant, and then turn into weather.

As can be expected, things go from wonderful to sketchy to world wide devistation in less time than it would take to eat even a fraction of one of those heaven sent meals.

And of course, things look quite desperate and hopeless for a while. In the end though, everything works out well, our hero ends up with the girl, a huge mound of orange jello is involved, and he goes on to invent for another day.

This really was a fun and colorful movie.

I loved the "IceCream, Snow Day".
To sum it all up, there were lots of colors, lots of action, lots of fun characters. Along with an easy to follow story. A really good family film that even the youngest children should enjoy.




And last but not least;

This one is my favorite of the three. Shawn? Not so much. I really enjoyed every minute of this movie.
It told a good story.
I loved the look of it as well. Very clean looking animation. I won't get too far into the story for two good reasons.
1) This post is already going to be too long.
and
2) The story is the movie, more or less. It's more fun to discover it on your own than to hear about it through the third person.

One quick note here:
I wouldn't take young children to see it.

The young hero Toby, is killed rather early on. Shawn was quite disturbed by his death. I think it kind of tainted the rest of the movie for him. Without going into details a new "Toby" is created and the movie is more or less "his" story.
At times it's a little predictable. But, at least in my opinion, it didn't ruin things one bit. There are definitly some political themes running through the story as well. Nothing too controversial. Just enough to get your attention.
The whole matter of what makes up humanity, an idea that has seen the light of day in several books, plays, TV shows, and more than a few other movies, is explored.
Again, nothing earth shattering here. Just a nice little film, with a nice little moral, told in a completely non-threatening, but nicely colorful way.

That is it for my movie reviews. There are quite a few other movies I expect to go see soon.
"The Men who Stare at Goats"
"The Vampire's Assistant" (might be too late, have to check)
"Disney's Christmas Carol"
"Planet 51"
"The Blind Side"
And, after all of the ridiculous furur has died down,
"New Moon"
What films have you seen (and liked or not).
And which ones are you looking forward to?
I'd love to hear.

Tuesday Afternoon Joy!

Sunday evening, during dinner, Lisa reminded me of Alexandra's violin performance coming up at her school's Veteran's Day assembly on Tuesday.
Of course I wanted to be there.

Yesterday morning however, I was actually stupid enough to consider cancelling. I don't need to go into any of the reasons why.

Suffice to say that I have been extremely stressed about a couple of things as of late, and I wasn't sure of my ability to juggle my schedule to be there on time.

Fortunately cooler heads prevailed, (mine) and I realized just how foolish of me it would be to miss something as special as my dear granddaughter's first non-church, public violin performance.

Of course I went. And of course Donald and Lisa saved me a seat. We were all there. Me, Donald, Lisa, Lorelai and Elisabeth.

We were richly rewarded.

The assembly was put on by the First and Fourth grades. First up was a group of the Fourth Graders playing the Xylophones. It had a lovely Caribbean flavor and was enjoyed by all.

After the Xylophones the rest of the children on stage started in singing a few Patriotic songs.

It was wonderful to hear yet another generation of children singing those beloved songs. I mean, now a days you just never know.

You know?

Alexandra's big part came during "My Country Tis of Thee". The children sang verses one and two. Verse three was Lex playing her violin solo.

She was incredible!

We couldn't have possibly been any prouder of our sweet talented girl.

I mentioned to Lisa how shocking it must have been to all of the other parents. After all, I think we most know what to expect when you have a performance of a First grader playing her violin.

You certainly wouldn't expect to hear beautiful music without a single mistake.

Or screech.

Yet that is exactly what we were all treated to. I doubt a High Schooler could have done better.

Of course Lisa, the preserver of all family happenings was video taping the entire performance.
I can't express enough how much I enjoyed the entire assembly.
All in all the entire performance was beyond wonderful.I felt privileged to be there. It was an afternoon that I shall not soon forget.

I realize that yesterday afternoon, life as usual went on throughout the country. No doubt crimes were being committed. People were lied to. Others were cheated.
A memorial service was held for several military personnel, who had been viciously murdered by a trusted Doctor.
There were many bad things being done and
sadly,
not enough people around to care enough to try to stop them. There was no short of misery and despair.

But. . . . . .

In Kennewick Washington
inside the gym of Hawthorne Elementary School
from 2:20PM to 2:50PM
Pacific Standard Time
for a small group of parents, teachers and children. . . . .

All was right with America.





Lisa has put the video here on my post she took of Alexandra playing her violin. Enjoy.

She is also letting me use all the same pictures in my post that she took of the events and is also using in her post.

The evolution of a favorite album

As with most people I love listening to music.

I like a wide range of musical styles.

Much more now than when I was younger.

I love the music of the 70's. Which is to be expected of course, seeing as those were the years I was a teenager and also a young bride.

Over the years I have learned to love a far greater range of music than I would have ever thought possible when I was younger.

In fact, thanks to my dad (long story) I have even learned to like quite a lot of Country music.

I don't like it well enough to actually listen to the Country stations on the radio.

I could listen for an hour and hear maybe only one song that I like.

I really, really like Toby Keith.

In fact, when his new album came out a few weeks ago and because Target was selling it that first week for under eight bucks, I went in and bought it without having heard a single song on it.

It payed off. I love the entire CD.

Enough rambling background info. This post does have a purpose.

Quite a few years ago, I kept hearing this one song. I found out that it was "I'm not Okay" by a group with, what I thought, and still think ,had a really cool name.

My Chemical Romance.

I can't explain just why, but for some reason their name really appealed to me.

I feel the same way about the band Death Cab for Cutie.

How cool is that for a band name.

Not too long after falling in love with "I'm not Okay" I heard their song "Helena".

That song just blows me away, I love it so.

Lucky for me I have kids who also like music.

Not only that, but they know far more about bands like My Chemical Romance than I ever would.

My oldest daughter Heidi, told me once, that if I liked those two songs then I should listen to more of their music. She told me about her favorite My Chemical Romance album, called The Black Parade.

I skimmed through it briefly and just wasn't impressed. It didn't sound anything to me like they were the ones who had been responsible for Helena and I'm not Okay.

I told Heidi, sorry but I just didn't like it.

I had really wanted to like it. Especially when I saw the actual CD and all of the cool artwork on it. It's dark and rather creepy, but, fun and playful too.

This all happened a few years ago.

During this time Heidi kept telling me to give it a chance. She seemed to know that it was something I would enjoy.

A couple weeks ago I decided that I was going to find out once and for all, if I liked Black Parade. I felt like if they had two songs that I really loved (which aren't on Black Parade, just so you know) that there had to be a chance that I would enjoy more of their music.

I asked my son Kelly if he had it and he did. And lucky for me, he never played it because it was on his MP3 player.

I took it and went downstairs to listen to it.

I was determined to give it a fair shot.

I like to listen to music while I sew. That is why my stereo is in my sewing room.

I put it in my stereo and hit play.

Ooooohhhh. Uuuggghhh. All I seemed to hear was NOISE. It didn't seem to even have any discernible melody to any of the songs.

I had heard the title song Welcome to the Black Parade a few times previously.

By the time it played, (track 5 just so you know) it was a relief to hear something familiar.

It also made me think.

I realized that yes, I had heard the song a few times already. But, it had never grabbed me. I had simply put up with it to humor Heidi.

Hmmm.

If I kind of liked it now, maybe all was not lost. Perhaps if I listened to the entire album enough times the rest of the songs would start to sound good.

This is not without precedence.

There aren't all that many songs that I like the first time I hear them. And oddly enough, some of the songs that I love the first time I hear them seem to lose some of their magic for me if I listen to them too often. Where as, the songs that, gradually, over time, I learn to love, stay with me forever.

Weird? Yeah, probably. But it's how it is for me.

Well, first time listening to the entire CD. Not a fan. But I did notice there were a few on there that I had kind of enjoyed.

I left it for that day.

Next day.

I listened to it again.

Strange thing.

I started to actually hear real music instead of just noise.

Track 5, Welcome to the Black Parade.

Did I actually not like this song before?

How could that be. It's a great song.

Meanwhile,

thanks to continued familiarity,

some of the other tracks are starting to sound pretty good as well.

This is the point when I deliberately don't listen to it for several days.

I have found that if I do this, that, the next time I listen, it starts to sound more familiar to me and I find myself looking forward to several of the songs I had formerly not liked.

This is usually the point when I find out if I really do like it or not.

Some albums, by this time,

I know for definitely sure that I don't like it and I will probably never like it.

As for My Chemical Romance's Black Parade,

I am starting to really like it a lot!

In fact I find myself having one or two of the songs running through my head most of the time.

I find myself taking it out to the car so I can listen to it more.

I realize that I'm even learning the lyrics.

And all of a sudden, the biggest realization of all.

I LOVE this CD!

How could I ever have thought it was nothing more than a bunch of noise. How on earth had I missed the intricate timing, intelligence and beauty of each song.

Each time I listen, I seem to notice more and more artistry and vision. What at first seemed like a vain attempt at a concept album, now falls into place with such precision and perfection, that I hear a bit of the sublime in each song.

There are layers upon layers of content.

It makes me feel as though I'm listening to a great jig-saw puzzle of sound who's pieces are effortlessly finding each other and coming together to form a whole picture.

In short, I realize that I am listening to pure genius.

And just like that, I have a new favorite.

I can't guarantee that you would find the beauty in this album like I have. Different things speak to different people.

But, if you haven't already, it just might be worth your time to snag yourself a copy, (chances are you know someone who has a copy you could borrow) and give it a chance like I did.

You just might find yourself a new favorite as well.

After all, you just never really know, do you?

550 and Halloween Do they have anything in common?

Last year I purchased approximately 350 full sized pieces of candy. I say pieces because they weren't all candy bars. I had lots of Skittles, Starbursts, M&Ms, Reese's Pieces, and the biggest crowd pleaser of all. . . .
Nerds.
Actually any of the "Willy Wonka" candy is always a huge hit.
The reason I'm sharing this bit of information is because I bet most of you are thinking, "wow, I bet she had a lot of candy left over".
Well if that is what you are inclined to think I'm afraid that you would be

WRONG!

WE RAN OUT!!!!

I could NOT believe it.

Fast forward to this year.

Halloween 2009.

As usual I started hording candy around the second week of August. To my dismay the typical sale price of 3 for 1.00 from past years, was no more. I wasn't really surprised given the economy and all. In fact Don hinted that maybe it was time to go back to handing out fun-size.

Fun for who?

I ignored him of course. In fact I ignored him to the tune of approximately 550 full sized pieces of candy. I really didn't know how many I had amassed. I had promised myself that THIS year I was going to keep track of them all as I went along.
That didn't take long to fly right out the window.

The Scene:

Halloween late afternoon:
I dragged all of the bags of candy out of my closet to count it all.
I got a little sloppy in the counting so I don't have an exact count. But I know it was slightly more than 550 pieces.

Well 5:00 comes around and our first customer shows up.
Ten minutes later, one more.
Things were getting a little boring.
I found myself wondering if I was going to be left with several hundred pieces of candy.
I told Don that if that happened I would have a blog contest and have all that left over candy as the prize.

Don thought that sounded like a really good idea.

5:30 rolls around.

Nothing.

Donald and Lisa and the girls showed up shortly after that.

That was a real treat.
The girls were so cute.
Alexandra was a Sorceress.
I had put some tattoo's on her face and bought a tube of florescent blue lipstick for her, to compliment her costume.
She looked amazing.
Lorelai, whom we all agree is the spitting image of Emma Watson, was dressed up as Hermione Granger.
The resemblance was incredible.
My sweet little Elisabeth was an adorable "glasses wearing flower".
Sadly, they couldn't stay very long.
They were on a pretty tight schedule.

6:00

A few more T&Ters.
Not many though.
The likelihood of getting rid of all that candy was looking somewhat grim.

It was about that time that I reminded Don that every year we went through this and that the crowds didn't normally show up until closer to 7:00.

Boy was I right.

Like clockwork.
6:45.
The first van rolls up the street.
It parks and hordes of costumed kids jump out.

Halloween 2009, the Trick or Treating has officially begun.
For over an hour and a half we were
SLAMMED!

I still felt quite confident though that the candy would hold out.

WRONG AGAIN!

Shortly after 8:20 I handed out the last two pieces.
Did the kids accept the fact that we were out?
Hardly!
Even after I told them that that was it for the candy,
they just stood there waiting for, I don't know what.
Did they expect one of us to jump in our car and drive up the street to Yoke's Fresh Market and buy more candy?
Yeah right!
And while we are doing that maybe a few pigs will fly by as well.
I thought about putting up a few
WE ARE OUT OF CANDY SO BE ON YOUR WAY! Signs.
I didn't bother.
They've never worked before.
I am kind of upset that the numbers of T&Ters seem to be doubling in size every two years.

It's due to all of the "IMPORTS" from other neighborhoods.

It makes me a little angry that I am giving out candy to kids that don't live anywhere close to us.
Ironically, I know several people who have stopped buying candy because they don't ever have any Trick or Treaters to speak of.

We have the exact opposite problem.

I know that I will still go full sized next year.
I just wish there was a good way to only hand them out to my actual neighborhood kids.
I figure a few years of only giving out Smarties, Dum Dums, or Pixie Sticks to the imports would probably solve the problem.
I just don't think I have it in me to do something like that. I would feel bad because for the most part they are always very well mannered and pleasant.

For the most part.

I guess I'll probably accrue 600 plus pieces next year. And hope for the best. Because really, what else can I do?
I love seeing the excitement of kids acting like they've never seen a full sized Butterfinger Bar before.

Oh, one more fun thing.

About a week ago Don told me that he did NOT want to give candy to teenagers that come carrying a bag but for some reason forget to wear a costume.
I didn't agree with him.
I did however come up with a great compromise.
I simply told them that it was No Costume No Candy.

UNLESS. . . . .

They wanted to sing a song for me.

Oh boy was that fun.
I gave them the choice of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Eencey Weency Spider or Happy Birthday.
For the most part they were super good sports.
I noticed that the boys, as a rule, had no problem with the idea of belting out an old, almost forgotten, childhood song, to the strange lady with the good candy.
The girls on the other hand were a lot more hesitant.

Poor teenage girls.

It's kinda sad to see them lacking the confidence to be silly and just have fun.
My favorite was a group of boys and just a few girls. Half had costumes and half did not.
The uncostumed boys were loving it.
The girls not so much.
But those dear boys grabbed the girls and drug them up front and sang so loud that the girls were no longer too self conscious to join in.
I loved that.
Way to go boys! Way to help those girls build up their confidence.

All in all we had a GREAT time. In some ways I have to say that I enjoy Halloween more than Christmas.

A lot less stress.

No big dinner to prepare.

No worrying about what to buy for who.

No presents to wrap.

Just a couple hundred dollars on candy. Really, no more than we would spend on a weekend away. Add a bunch of super happy, well mannered and grateful kids and we end up with one guaranteed super fun night every year.

Yeah. I'd have to say that around here, Halloween has got Christmas running scared.

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Here are some pictures that my DIL Lisa (the camera bug) took in the short time she was here that night. And a few that she took later that night at their house.
Enjoy!

Better late then NEVER

Once again I have been having trouble with my blog.
I thought for sure that it was blogger, that was messing up.
AGAIN.
It turned out that it was one of the security systems on my computer that was going a bit wonky.

The RESULT?

I had one more Halloween post that I had wanted to do. One of family pictures taken over the years. I debated about trashing the whole picture post and maybe just going for it next year.
BUT,
I put a lot of work into finding these pictures.
Sadly, I have, in the process of old picture finding, discovered that many of them have gone AWOL.

I have no idea what has become of them.

Among them were several pictures of past Halloweens, showing all of the different costumes (most of them mom-made) my kids have worn through the years.
Gone are the photos of Kelly's beloved Ghost Busters costume,
circa 1990-ish.

Oh how he loved that costume.

Lost forever are the wonderful pictures taken of Heidi and one of her best friends as well as her very best Halloween buddy, Travis.
Trust me on this.
They came up with some of the most hilarious ensembles.

Oh well. It is what it is.

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Welcome to my little Gallery of Family Halloween pics.

I'll start with the most recent and work my way backwards.

(keeping in mind that Donald and Heidi are my oldest and therefore the subject of the most pictures.)

These are two that I found for Shawn and Courtney.
I had forgotten about the year Shawn was an Astronaut. I had fun making that one.
And, on the right, is Courtney as Esmeralda. I made that one the year that Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame came out.

These ones are of the year we spent Halloween in Seattle at my parent's house.

On the left is a Donald (mouse) and Heidi (witch) sandwich with uncle Brian (Zoro: The Gay Blade) as the filling(my sweet little baby brother who is now in his mid to late 30's married with four children; three boys one girl).

The picture on the right is of my beautiful, baby sister Janice, getting ready to head off to a Halloween party dressed as a witch. (now married 17 years with two great children)

Hey Lorelai!
Look here!
It's daddy and aunt Heidi dressed up as your favorites. Mickey Mouse and Mini Mouse.

And LAST but definitely not LEAST.

My sisters and I dressed up for Halloween 1964

We are, from left;
Kathy (ghost), Karen (Tweety Bird), Linda (pumpkin) Barbara (Little Red Riding hood)
Sitting on the walk, in front of Barb, is my sister Janice, also as Tweety.

I seem to remember my mom had found those Tweety costumes on sale and bought two of them.
Thus, the year before, (i.e. when Janice was too small for any costume)
my little sister Linda had worn a Tweety. My little sister Karen wore Tweety two years in a row.
(hmm, I wonder if she minded that)

And of course, the one on the end is ME.
Dressed as who?
That's right MICKEY MOUSE!

I'm starting to think that Miss Lorelai has come by her love of Mickey Mouse quite naturally.


Well. There you have it. Just a few of my Halloween memories through the years.
I hope you enjoyed!