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There are: 201 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

How cool is that?

Thanks for letting me steal from you, Lee. Not sure where you find this stuff…

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 201 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

How cool is that?

Thanks for letting me steal from you, Lee. Not sure where you find this stuff…

I survived last night…but it was a miracle!
Okay, I’m exaggerating–a little.

Rader’s make-up really didn’t bother me so much. But Ian’s? *shudder* Thankfully my #1 born son decided to spend halloween with his friends on the square instead of with us. He did his best to torment me while he was at home. He had this awful high-pitched Barney laugh and and he’d open his eyes as wide as he could (which really isn’t that wide, but still, it was effective) and he’d smile with his brace face and it really made me cringe.

Have I mentioned how much I hate clowns?
Fishdog joined in the party and became Fishdog of the Dead. I just sprinkled myself in glitter and called myself The Glitter Avenger. Oh, and I had “smoky eyes” from dramatic effect.

I’m a little disappointed in my lack of halloween spirit this year. I hung a single ghost in the yard and didn’t dress up. I didn’t even buy candy because we went to someone else’s house. The women drank wine and the men braved the storm with the kids. Next year I will do better.

I leave you with a little photo montage. My youngest son loves the camera and every time we download pictures, we find a little surprise. Last night, sometime in the 5 minutes between showers and bed, Rader managed to get a hold of the camera.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you: Halloween Rader Self-Portrait

I survived last night…but it was a miracle!
Okay, I’m exaggerating–a little.

Rader’s make-up really didn’t bother me so much. But Ian’s? *shudder* Thankfully my #1 born son decided to spend halloween with his friends on the square instead of with us. He did his best to torment me while he was at home. He had this awful high-pitched Barney laugh and and he’d open his eyes as wide as he could (which really isn’t that wide, but still, it was effective) and he’d smile with his brace face and it really made me cringe.

Have I mentioned how much I hate clowns?
Fishdog joined in the party and became Fishdog of the Dead. I just sprinkled myself in glitter and called myself The Glitter Avenger. Oh, and I had “smoky eyes” from dramatic effect.

I’m a little disappointed in my lack of halloween spirit this year. I hung a single ghost in the yard and didn’t dress up. I didn’t even buy candy because we went to someone else’s house. The women drank wine and the men braved the storm with the kids. Next year I will do better.

I leave you with a little photo montage. My youngest son loves the camera and every time we download pictures, we find a little surprise. Last night, sometime in the 5 minutes between showers and bed, Rader managed to get a hold of the camera.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you: Halloween Rader Self-Portrait

Together, let us sing the praises of Dayquil, Nyquil, and Breathe Right Strips.

I feel much better this morning. My head is filled with only a half a vat of snot and I actually slept last night. (Nyquil is wonderful…especially when it’s helped along by a glass of chardonnay.)

So I woke refreshed today. Which is a good thing. Trust me. I have to have all my strength for tonight’s ordeal.

Remember–it’s not just Halloween around here. No. It’s the night of Clowns.

My sons will get their comeuppance one day. I promise.

Meanwhile, I’d like to introduce you to the “Dream Team” as they call themselves. [koff]
Nizzy, Captain, Grant, and Luke. Parents–lock up your daughters. They aren’t safe when these lads are out on the town.

Actually the team has been temporarily disbanded since everyone is back home but Captain, who leaves tomorrow. Unfortunately, the timing didn’t work out so we won’t be able to take him out one last time to the ultra fabulous Southaven Hooters. (please read with sarcasm) As much as we would’ve loved to see Captain one last time, I can’t say I’m gonna miss the trip to Hooters. I’ve had my fill for the year, thankyouverymuch.

Happy Halloween!

Together, let us sing the praises of Dayquil, Nyquil, and Breathe Right Strips.

I feel much better this morning. My head is filled with only a half a vat of snot and I actually slept last night. (Nyquil is wonderful…especially when it’s helped along by a glass of chardonnay.)

So I woke refreshed today. Which is a good thing. Trust me. I have to have all my strength for tonight’s ordeal.

Remember–it’s not just Halloween around here. No. It’s the night of Clowns.

My sons will get their comeuppance one day. I promise.

Meanwhile, I’d like to introduce you to the “Dream Team” as they call themselves. [koff]
Nizzy, Captain, Grant, and Luke. Parents–lock up your daughters. They aren’t safe when these lads are out on the town.

Actually the team has been temporarily disbanded since everyone is back home but Captain, who leaves tomorrow. Unfortunately, the timing didn’t work out so we won’t be able to take him out one last time to the ultra fabulous Southaven Hooters. (please read with sarcasm) As much as we would’ve loved to see Captain one last time, I can’t say I’m gonna miss the trip to Hooters. I’ve had my fill for the year, thankyouverymuch.

Happy Halloween!

Remember that truck I was looking for on Friday?

Well, it came back last night and this time it dropped a vat of snot on top of me.

Head cold anyone?

And where does the phrase head cold come from? Sure, my head is stuffed up like a sausage, but I’m far from cold. I’m not even remotely cold. I’m a walking heat pump right now.

Yesterday I felt the beginnings of the nasty head, but I diplomatically tried to ignore it. I medicated myself, drank some water, and took my husband, the boys, and one of Ian’s friends on a walk to the square. We stopped at Volta, a little Greek Cafe, and sat on the deck for lunch.

By the end of lunch, I couldn’t ignore the nasties any longer.

We walked home, I sank into the couch and didn’t move until bed.

And now I’m at work with a Hazard Sign on my forehead. Stay away. Contents may be contagious.

Where is my Hazmat suit?

Remember that truck I was looking for on Friday?

Well, it came back last night and this time it dropped a vat of snot on top of me.

Head cold anyone?

And where does the phrase head cold come from? Sure, my head is stuffed up like a sausage, but I’m far from cold. I’m not even remotely cold. I’m a walking heat pump right now.

Yesterday I felt the beginnings of the nasty head, but I diplomatically tried to ignore it. I medicated myself, drank some water, and took my husband, the boys, and one of Ian’s friends on a walk to the square. We stopped at Volta, a little Greek Cafe, and sat on the deck for lunch.

By the end of lunch, I couldn’t ignore the nasties any longer.

We walked home, I sank into the couch and didn’t move until bed.

And now I’m at work with a Hazard Sign on my forehead. Stay away. Contents may be contagious.

Where is my Hazmat suit?

There was a time in the not so distant past, that last night was my favorite night of the year because of the time change.

For the extra hour of sleep?

Well, that helped, but no that wasn’t why.

The main reason fall-back Saturday was my favorite night was because the bars stayed open for an extra hour! The bands played and drinks flowed for one hour longer. It was the best party night of the year.

Not anymore. I was in bed by midnight (and only because I made myself stay up that late) and rolled out of bed at 7 am (which is really 6 am). It’s gonna feel like a looooong day! At least it’s a pretty one!

I’m not old…so why do I suddenly feel that way?

Football Roundup:

My Razorbacks were slow to get started, but they finally woke up and ran away with the game. Final score: 44-10

Poor Grant. Despite the fact the Huskers maintained the lead until they middle of the 3rd quarter, they lost to OK State 41-29. Maybe next week, laddie.

And surprisingly, Ole Miss played a great game and almost beat Auburn. But, like the Huskers, they gave up the lead they had for the majority of the game and wound up losing by 6.

There was a time in the not so distant past, that last night was my favorite night of the year because of the time change.

For the extra hour of sleep?

Well, that helped, but no that wasn’t why.

The main reason fall-back Saturday was my favorite night was because the bars stayed open for an extra hour! The bands played and drinks flowed for one hour longer. It was the best party night of the year.

Not anymore. I was in bed by midnight (and only because I made myself stay up that late) and rolled out of bed at 7 am (which is really 6 am). It’s gonna feel like a looooong day! At least it’s a pretty one!

I’m not old…so why do I suddenly feel that way?

Football Roundup:

My Razorbacks were slow to get started, but they finally woke up and ran away with the game. Final score: 44-10

Poor Grant. Despite the fact the Huskers maintained the lead until they middle of the 3rd quarter, they lost to OK State 41-29. Maybe next week, laddie.

And surprisingly, Ole Miss played a great game and almost beat Auburn. But, like the Huskers, they gave up the lead they had for the majority of the game and wound up losing by 6.