Boo Who?

We've Been Boo'd

Early this week, our doorbell rang and when my hubby answered it, no one was there. Where a visitor should have been standing, sat a vinyl Halloween bag that contained a jar of foil-wrapped Halloween-themed chocolates and a note/poem. There was a 2nd page to put on our door so no one else would "Boo" us.

This has been a neighborhood tradition for the past several years. I have no idea who started this but it looks like one of our neighbors got this idea from www.boograms.com

The next night we had fun "Boo"ing two of our neighbors. What a cool twist to the old prank of Ding-Dong-Ditch!


Boo Hoo.....

When school started in September, I took the boys shopping to fill any wardrobe deficiencies such as pants, shirts and shoes. I repeatedly asked about dress shirts and pants but was told by my two eldest boys that they were fine.

Thursday, my eldest set a new record for finding out about a wardrobe deficiency, 10 minutes before we were to leave for a cross-country banquet.

Devon's shirt sleeves stopped 2 inches short of his wrists. He insisted that 3/4 sleeves are not an option and I didn't think his clip-on tie would work with a short-sleeve polo tee. I rummaged through my husband's shirts on the off-chance that he might have a shirt that shrunk and might fit my growing teen. No luck!

Then I remembered that my denim blue shirt is a men's size small from Old Navy. After convincing my son that this was really a man's shirt, I quickly ironed it and helped him cuff the sleeves. He tucked in his shirt and clipped on his tie.

Not bad!

I waited until we were in the car to tell my eldest that this is the shirt I wear for gardening!

My middle-son waited until after the party to let me know he needs new dress shoes.

I have resigned myself to the fact I am losing the battle to keep up with the Growth Spurts!



Scary Smart

Last weekend I noticed my youngest son diligently writing in a notebook.

"What are you working on?" I inquired

"A contract" he replied

I wasn't sure I heard him right. "A contract?"

In a few days Alex was to get braces. He had struck a deal with Colin. Alex agreed to give his baby brother all the candy he was not allowed to eat. Colin decided he better get this agreement in writing on the off-chance his brother forgot his promise.

Perhaps Colin should dress like a Lawyer for Beggars night!

Guess Who Came In For Halloween!!!!

We've been anxiously awaiting the arrival of Flat WeaselMomma, fresh from her sunny California visit with Busy Dad and his family. She arrived just in time for Trick or Treating with the Bad Momma Family! I quickly threw together our costumes.

Can you guess who we are? O.K., I better help you... We're not Lucille Ball.... Think...."We Can Do It!"...Still not getting it? ROSIE THE RIVETER! Hey, it was worth a shot! Got us lots of treats!
Okay, I guess the jacket threw you off. But hey, it was a bit chilly out.

The Grim Reaper

Samurai Vampire

Getting started.

FWM picking out a treat. She went for the Kit Kat bar.

Bwahahahaha..... I better send her back in time for Election Day.

This was a pumpkin carved by a 20 year old neighbor from a photo of a baby.

More Pumpkin Fun!

This is what happens when you try to out-drink Flat WeaselMomma.

Check out the haul!

Stay tuned! More fun with Flat WeaselMomma to come. Time to chow down!
Hope you all had a safe but fun Halloween!

Boo

Just a quick reminder: Halloween is just a few days away. So are elections....
So many things to be afraid of. I'm ready to give up coffee. I just need to read the morning news to get my heart going.


Yesterday, while running an errand, I was circling a parking lot in search of a vacant piece of blacktop. A few rows out, there were several free spaces that weren't too far from the store I was going to. As I prepared to pull in next to a hatchback, I stopped in my tracks.

A bloody foot was hanging out of the back! My heart stopped and my blood ran cold. For a few brief seconds that seemed like an eternity, I panicked. What should I do? As I reached for my cell phone, I realized that this was just a prank. A fake foot like the one pictured below:

Normally I am much more skeptical and would not have been taken in. The news lately has been so grim, it is hard to tell reality from a simple joke.

After feeling foolish, I pulled into a space, a few spots down. As my heart slowly returned to its normal 4 cups of coffee pace, I walked by the car with the "bloody foot" and chuckled.

I guess this is the payback for the silly stunt I have on my window!

Holy Halloween, Batman!

As usual this Halloween, I stayed home to hand out candy ( microwave popcorn ) while my husband took my boys trick-or-treating. This year my middle child was sick and had to stay home with me. His brothers took an extra bag to collect candy for him but it wasn't the same.

My poor sick child took me up on my suggestion to dress up in his Harry Potter costume and stand behind me as I greeted the Trick-or-Treaters that came to our door. We didn't get very many "guests" and he ended up passed out on the couch.

My 10 year old put a do-rag around his head, borrowed a red cape from an old Superman costume and carried his trusty sword to go as a "Swordsman". My 6 year old wore a Batman costume that was handed down from his brothers.

After a few years of practice, my little Batman had a plan of attack. He found the shortest route between houses, even if this meant cutting though flowerbeds and bushes, to get to the next house. He would rush to the door, pushing in front of all the other children and quickly ring the doorbell.
As soon as he got his treats, he would scamper off to the next stop.

A four year old neighbor, dressed as a skeleton observed this technique and turned to his mother.
" That kid knows what he is doing! I'm going with him!" he exclaimed as he took off running.
" Wait up Batman! Wait-up, wait-up!"

His mother's protest fell on deaf ears. " Honey, I think he is too fast for you." At this point the boys were about five houses ahead of their respective groups.

Sorry Robin, it looks like Batman has a new sidekick.