For your Halloween viewing pleasure, my favoritest horror movie of all time. Okay, it's really a spoofy campy horror movie, which is what makes it so great. I know you are saying, " I don't have time for an entire movie today, I gotta go buy candy for the neighborhood rugrats." Oh wait that's just me? My bad. So here it is condensed into a 66.6 second clip, enhancing it's cheesey goodness into one big bite. Grab a ritz and enjoy!

Really? I want to know how both Mr. Lady and Mommy's Martini scored their new Crocs. Because have you seen the boots? They are HAWT. And they are Crocs so they must be comfy. But alas they are way out of my price range these days. So again I ask, Dude, what do I have to do for a pair? Because I'm thinking I'd do a lot more than I would for a Klondike bar. How's about you?

It's that time again. Are you ready for the challenge? The words are brought to you courtesy of the bride to be Tink. And lucky for me this week they were easy for a mom sitting at home with a sick kiddo*.

I present you with a little slideshow of Halloween THEN and NOW.



*My little munchkin is still coughing. But she did sleep through the night. And her fever has finally gone down. Hopefully this means the worst is over. In which case I'm hoping for one more day at home. I want to make sure she's completely rested for her class field trip and Halloween Friday.

Okay, today's a quickee. Last week I thought I was getting my shit together. I posted Monday and even got a Weekly Words Challenge up on Tuesday. That's about where I lost it. Everyday last week and this week has one activity or more on our calendar. Then this weekend my little one developed a lovely croupy cough. Now she's running a fever and has a nice viral rash on her little body. She got a good 6ish hours of sleep last night. Damned 12 hour cough medicine only lasts 6 hours. So since about 3am hubby and I have traded off hanging on the couch with her through the morning. She's had sherbert for breakfast, juice, hot tea, then finally popcicles, but the coughing has been relentless. It's finally lessening after a shower with a Shower Soother and her finally giving in and sucking on a cherry cough drop. Now if her fever would just break...

I'm back... I just haven't been getting to the word challenges lately. Starting my new job and Brian changing his flex day has just had me all out of sorts this month. I hate new schedules, apparently I have a hard time with change. I don't so much enjoy surprises either.

Anyway, back to the subject at hand, the words. This week the words are plain and adorned. I was sure I'd come up with some deep thoughtful image. Not so much. But they are fun. And lighthearted fun is good, right? Whatever. I'm back and that's the important thing.

Without further ado I give you PLAIN and ADORNED.
I bought this cute little plain plaid purse at the Animal Kingdom this weekend.
What makes it so adorable though is that it's adorned with this little Mickey patch.As is the fun little wallet I bought to go with it. It also happens to be the exact right size for all my essentials and it totally passes the shoulder to elbow test. And it works with my purses that match nothing, go with everything theory. I love it, it makes me happy. Moving on. When purchasing the above items we were offered this plain looking throw for a mere $15. How could we resist? We couldn't when we saw it too was adorned with Mickey.

Now I know you are asking, "Karen how can I play too?" Well head on over to Pickled Beef and visit Tink, she's got all the info you'll need to get started.


Seems I've been tagged twice, because I'm slow. So here goes it Next Door to My Ex and Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe. Thanks for including me in your games of tag.

1. When I was little we would play tag in my front yard. And I would tackle the boys and kiss them. Hey, I didn't run for just anything, I needed a reason.

2. I can not go outside during the day without my sunglasses on. Okay I could, but I don't. EVER. I even grab them to walk down the driveway to the mailbox.

3. I like to sew, but only for crafty purposes. I can make purses, curtains and kick ass Halloween costumes. And I cannot follow a sewing pattern to save my life, but I can take apart something (like a purse or a slip cover) and make my own pattern from it.

4. I love this show: Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, Making the Team. Although unless you are new here I suppose that's not so random or weird for me, is it?

5. My children have recently started playing with the neighbor children, whom I do not enjoy. So I don't let them play anywhere but in our front yard together, not in our house or out back on our trampoline. I know I'm a bitch. But I don't know their parents, what if they got hurt and sued us? Plus? They are little animals.

6. Head bands and barrettes in my hair give me headaches. I wear both often, because I just can't get my shit together everyday to flat iron it. But they don't last past 4 o'clock.

7. I copy and paste my facebook status updates into twitter. Lazy, who?

Okay, now I'm supposed to tag 7 people. Problem is I am so slow getting to this game, that I think many bloggers have already done it. So if you are needing something to fill your space today, or you just love memes, or you feel left out, here's your chance to join in the fun.

"Mommy, we're hungry"
"So? There's waffles in the freezer. And get mommy some ice." -- Gabrielle Solis, Desperate Housewives

You know how you get that nagging feeling you've forgotten something? Well, I had that feeling on my way home from my work meeting yesterday. And I thought to myself, hmmm that might be something I could blog about. I got home a bit after 1:00pm and I made myself some lunch and checked my google reader. I thought to myself, I have over an hour to relax before I go pick up munchkin. While I was channel surfing I double checked the clock, feeling like it should be time to leave, but it wasn't even 2:15pm, and I never leave the house before 2:30pm. Then I heard the garage door open.

And it HIT me.

It was Wednesday.

Early release day.

Yes, as in the school gets out an hour early!

The garage door was Breanna,

who RODE HER BIKE HOME!

OMG! YESIDID! I forgot to pick up Brooke at school yesterday afternoon. Uh-huh!

Need one more way to spot a 2nd child? Check out those last 20 kids to be picked up after school.


ps I didn't so much forget her as I forgot what day of the week it was.
pps We live only about 2 minutes from the school, so I was not the last person to pick up my child.
ppps This early release deal? Not new! I've been picking up Breanna early on Wednesday since kindergarten.
pppps
Whichever rocket scientist decided early release Wednesday was a bright idea can kiss my ass.
ppppps Remember last week my posts started writing themselves? Enough already!

A Tutorial

How to Spot a 2nd Born Child
The Early Years Edition
  • Hair is messy...or not even brushed for school
  • Socks do not match their outfit... hell the kid is lucky if the socks match each other
  • Wears church/party dresses to playground/school... on a regular basis
  • Cannot tie shoes... because Mary Janes are for school and flip flops are for everything else
  • Loves big kid rides... owns special tall flip flops to wear to amusement parks
  • Subsists on a diet of bread and butter... by choice
  • First word is Target and can identify the sign... and knows they sell Icees
  • Knows where the free cookies are in every store... and is often eating one well before 10am
  • Thinks a trip to do errands is an outing... or possibly a mommy and me class
  • Isn't sure who Barney is... but can sing every word to the Drake and Josh theme song
  • Knows what a concert is... and has been to more than one
  • Knows the baby pictures in the big frame on the wall are all of that other child... has never even heard of a baby book
  • Deems new pink educational Leapster boring... it does not play same games as sibling's Gameboy
  • Still thinks LMNOP is one letter... but can play Gameboy games on their own pretty pink Gameboy*

Well that's how it is at our house anyway. How do you roll?

*Yes, I sold the almost new Leapster on ebay and bought a hawt little Gameboy for my then 4 year old. Hey, she could share her sister's games. And have you seen the price of those damned "educational" games?

Mrs. G has requested we share a typical day in our lives. And as you may know when Mrs. G asks, the blogosphere responds.

Thank Pete it wasn't today in the life. Because sometimes MONDAY just hits ya hard, ya know? Nothing life threatening, just typical kid accidents which lead to a rushed morning involving extra laundry and morning showers. The fun just never ends here.

Now onto the task at hand, describing what exactly it is I am doing with that college education my parents paid through the nose for. Here's hoping I don't bore ya'll to death, cause that'd be bad for my stats.

My typical day reluctantly starts here:
I wake up at approximately 6:53 am or whenever my irresistible little alarm clock has to pee.We then migrate to the living room and snuggle up here:
For about 30 minutes I snooze a bit and she watches this:
Then it's time for the girls to have breakfast:While I start packing these:After breakfast I start the nagging about how, yes every day, we use these:
Once the girls are set I throw on something from here:I wait until last to get dressed because my standing threat is "If you are not ready mommy will have to take you to school in my pjs." The idea of anyone seeing their mom in her ratty pjs is enough to get them motivated to move faster in the mornings.
Even though I don't even get out of this:On the days I have to work or go to the grocery store (which are incidentally the same location) or have meetings at school I use this:
And on a really good day I use this:Hopefully after work and trips to school and the grocery store I have some time to myself.
Inevitably I have to load and unload this:
And run at least one load in through this:
I usually make myself something like this:And then I sit there and drink that:
And maybe watch something recorded on my tifaux here:Because I apparently enjoy getting bills, at some point I run out, twice if I forget it's Columbus Day, to check this:
And since it's October when I do I am startled by this guy: EVERY TIME!
And before I know it I am sitting here:
To pick up them:
After a quick snack I have to help with this:
Hopefully I've remembered to take this:
Out of here:So later it will be ready to cook in here:
Which we will all sit down and eat here:
I fill out my mom of the year application again, since the first 107 must have been lost, while we eat and I let the the girls watch this:
Shortly thereafter I have to remind the girls about soap and shampoo and why they live in here:
And explain AGAIN the use for these odd contraptions:
And once I get the big one reading up here:
And the little one nestled somewhere amongst all that:
I will finally have the time to ignore this:
To watch this:With this guy*:
Then of course the vicious cycle starts itself all over again here:
Now if you haven't passed out from the utter lack of excitement in my everyday life click on over to Derfwad Manor and check out
how other bloggers live.


*He refused to show me his face for a picture, because on a typical week day I barely see him. Today however is a flex day and he's home helping do laundry, asking the kids if mommy has a signed release to post their photos and playing Wii.

Sunday Funnies

The economy is in the toilet and the presidential campaign has devolved into mud slinging. So today I think we need something on the lighter side. Have a laugh on me. Well, LOL Cats and Youtube really. But hey, I brought it together here just for you.

cat
more animals

cats
more animals

My hubby found this Harry Potter spoof and now my kids are hooked on it. They love the catchy tune, so much so that we've just glossed right over why Dumbledore appears to be naked.


Now this video I couldn't embed, but trust me, it's Totally worth the click over. Really, go ahead, click over. How it didn't win World's Funniest Commercial I'll never know. Yes I was up late one night and saw this on that show, then of course had to look it up on line.

You're Welcome.

"It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength."--Maya Angelou

Yes, I started work a week ago today. And no I haven't posted as much this week as I have in the past. Thanks for pointing out my slacking, Kettle. But work is not really responsible for the lack of new posts.

Because, confession #1, know what else I started recently? Logging into Facebook! OMG what a freakin' time suck! People I have not seen in ages, some in over 20 years, are posting pictures as far back as elementary school. Then I remember I have old pictures, and I know where they are after the great closet clean out. So of course I must drag them out, take photos of the pictures (scanner, smanner) and post them for all to see. And then I have to search for more friends. Before I know it, holy shit, it's time to pick up the kids.

Also? Confession #2, I noticed when I wasn't posting everyday I started getting more comments. I'm guessing this is because not everyone obsessively reads new blog posts everyday like me. Who knew? Thus, when there are many posts on one blog to read, people are less likely to take the time to comment? Or maybe when I cut back on quantity my quality of content goes up? Whatever the reason, I likee more comments.

Confession #3 I'm having an hot and heavy affair with my Tifaux. Of course I don't want the kids to know, so we can only get together when the girls are at school. And at night I am recording and watching new shows. Right now I have Desperate Housewives and Pushing Daisies waiting to be watched, with Survivor, Ugly Betty, ER and Grey's Anatomy to record tonight.

Now put it all together and what do you got? Apparently a slackin' blogger. But don't fret, I'm not going anywhere, it's just going take me awhile, um about a month I'd venture, to adjust to the new schedule around here.

Now, what are your procrastinating excuses?
Fess up.
It can be any old confession.
Don't leave me hanging here.

Scene from Evan Almighty:
[Rita voices her disbelieve in Evan's ark]
Rita: Look, I go to church every Sunday.
[Evan doesn't believe her]
Rita: Every "other" Sunday.
[Evan still doesn't believe her]
Rita: I've been to church!
Me too, Rita, me too. And I don't blog about my religious beliefs much either.

But as I was flipping through the channels one morning last week I turned on Evan Almighty. And Pete help me, I couldn't turn it off. I had to watch it. Yes, I saw it at the movie theater last summer. And I'm not embarrassed to say I liked it, as did my kids and my parents. Now that's unheard of. Personally I find the animals following around Steve Carell HI-larious. And my love for Lauren Graham knows no bounds.

But it's the general idea behind the mom praying for the family to be closer and God's answer not being what she expected that intrigues me. It reminds me of one of my favorite songs of all time, Garth Brooks, "Unanswered Prayers". Because although I wish life was as simple as having Morgan Freeman in a pristine white suit to hand out sage advice when needed, it's not.

But I can't help but think it would be nice if were always this easy:

“Better to be known as a sinner than a hypocrite.”

The Phone...

the phone is ringing...the phone... we'll be right there... the phone... the phone is ringing... there's an animal in trouble... there's an animal in trouble... there's an animal in trouble somewhere!


Here's what I found when I opened the dryer this morning in an attempt to find a clean pair of matching socks. Hey it's Friday people, like your kids still have matched socks in their dressers. Do NOT! There they were, not one, but two animals in distress.* This of course led to my calling the girls by loudly singing the Wonder Pets theme song. Then Breanna said "mom this should be your blog today". Smart kid that one. The blogs this week, they practically wrote themselves.


*No animals, real or plastic, were harmed in the making of this blog.

My college confession was fun, so this week I'm going back to high school. I rarely got into trouble while still living at home. I was a responsible teenager. Okay so I had my moments, I drank and kissed boys. But in high school I also held down a part time job, was a summer time nanny, was an honor student, and got into a good college. My mischief was harmless teenage fun. But once, and only once, I was the girl who ruined things for everyone.

As you might recall I grew up in Lakeland, FL then moved to Vero Beach for high school. Our lame ass high school had no senior trip. But Lakeland, damn those kids knew how to party it up right. They went on a Senior Cruise to Me-Hee-Koe. And my BFF was planning on going. She was a straight A student and one of the exceptionally good kids, never in trouble, ever. So when she smiled real sweet and innocent and asked one of the trip sponsors if a friend who moved away, but knew a lot of the seniors, could tag along, they said yes. The hell? I KNOW!

Now, as an adult, I have no idea why we even imagined anyone would go along with this little scheme. But I distinctly remember plotting this entire trip with no question of if it would work just details of how. We planned for everything from getting permission from the sponsors to saving for the cost myself so my parents would go along with it all. Somehow, only Pete knows how, we pulled it off.

So, Spring Break of 1988 we headed off on the S.S. (shit ship) Veracruz to Mexico with a bunch of horny teenagers and a couple of high school coaches. A sign of things to come should have been that we missed the first morning's breakfast. It was breakfast, no one cared if we ate, right? See as soon as we hit the water the afternoon before everyone started to drink, then we hit some rough waters, and the S.S. Veracruz was a tiny ass boat. So when breakfast rolled around, we were tired and hung over and a bit sea sick. And it was just a meal, right? Well no. That is when the class reviewed emergency procedures and such. Uh huh, the and such? That would come back to bite us in the ass later.

I believe we stopped in Playa del Carmen and Cozumel. Our first stop was during the day and we shopped. My BFF? Her family is Cuban. We got some cute cheap ass jewelry thanks to her negotiating skills or her adorable big doe eyes. Either way, fun.

Our next stop was at night. We took a ferry boat to shore and hit the bars. There were other ships at port that night too. One of which also had a senior class. So there were tons of teens in the club we were dancing in. Boys were buying us drinks. And funny side note, us smart girls remembered the don't drink the water rule, so we didn't get any frufru drinks, we had rum and coke. How could that be bad? Hello smart girls, how do they make a rum and coke cold? With ice. What is ice made of? WATER! We didn't have any adverse affects from the drinks, on our stomachs anyway.

Being responsible young women, we listened to the nice man driving the ferry who told us that the ferry would leave for the ship every half hour and the last ferry would be at 1:30am. We decided we would head back for the 12:30 ferry. That way we would still have 2 more chances to catch a ferry if it was full or we were late. See we were SMART girls.

So back to the drinks, and dancing with cute boys, and more drinks. When out of NO WHERE one of the coaches was in the bar, arm around each of us, asking what the hell we thought we were doing? Seems that meeting at that breakfast we missed? Yeah, that one. They discussed how everyone was to come back by 12:00am. And everyone did, except the two of us and one other guy. OH SHIT! Did we not notice when the ENTIRE senior class left the bar? Um no, not really. Did I mention we were getting cute boys from the other ship to buy us drinks and dance with us? We didn't care about the people we saw all the time. Needless to say we were lectured about how my friend was such a responsible kid and how they bent the rules to let me sneak in on their cruise and this would be the last time they would ever do that again. Whoops. As we arrived back at the ship on the ferry escorted by the coach we received a round of applause from the rest of the seniors who were just happy they weren't the ones in trouble.

The ONLY reason we were not locked in our room for the trip back? Because the guy who was missing? He was on the other ship with some girl he picked up in the bar! I am not kidding. So he was sent to his room for the duration and we had the joy of breakfast with the coaches for our trip home.

Of course there was more to the cruise than one night and one bar. However, for the life of me, I am not remembering it. Yes, I have pictures from the cruise.

Um, yeah, so I thought that guy was hot. His name I honestly do not know, they called him Bear. And he was a good kisser. And apparently I stalked him the entire cruise. Because I have NO pictures of me and my BFF or anyone else for that matter. Only this guy.

Alright, it's your turn. Fess up. Don't leave me hanging here.

My mom calls me today asking for THE Pumpkin Bread recipe. What makes this funny, is that it's her recipe. She has somehow misplaced her recipe card. Yeah, so turning into my mom, I know. Amazingly enough I actually found my copy of the recipe, in her handwriting, exactly where is was supposed to be... What is that you say? You think that is because my hubby is the one who deals with most of the recipes in this house? La-la-la, can't hear you.

Anyway, since I was typing in the recipe to email to her so she could bake bread tonight to take to church tomorrow, like she promised, I figured what the hell I'd post it for you. Share the wealth, two birds one stone... What's that you say? Lazy blogging at it's finest? Well normally I'd agree with you. But this pumpkin bread is seriously delicious. My mom used to make 3 batches when my sister and I would come home for a holiday. One batch each for us to take home and one batch to eat when we were at her house. Really, 9 loaves of bread for the two of us. Don't be thinking we actually shared with anyone else. My sister is 16 years older than me and I am not exaggerating when I say we nearly came to blows over the last of the pumpkin bread.

Pumpkin Bread

Makes 3 small or 2 large loaves
3 cups sugar
31/3 cups flour
2 cups pumpkin
1 cup cooking oil
4 eggs
2/3 cup water
1 tsp salt
1 tsp soda
1 tsp nutmeg
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp all spice
Beat eggs, cream sugar, add pumpkin, oil, water. Sift dry ingredients and add in.
Grease pans and bake at 350 for about 1 hour.

The loaves can be frozen and eaten later. However, there will be no leftovers from only 3 little loaves, so freezing is only for the ambitious that make multiple batches. And it's yummy when still icey, just thawed out. It also tastes great heated just a bit and slathered with butter, or if you are in the mood, cream cheese. But it doesn't NEED anything, it's so moist it melts in your mouth. And because it's pumpkin and bread it totally counts as breakfast. Oh yes, it does... What's that you say? La-la-la, can't hear you.

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