Sunday, November 24, 2013

Killing Summer, Killing Pumpkins, Killing Youth

Hey! I finally found my missing camera cord, and re-downloaded the software to get my pictures downloaded. So now I can post the twelve pictures I have taken in the past two months.

This is how we  spent the last day of summer this year.  Somehow, my mind is STILL in summer.  Thanksgiving is upon us, but I am still in campfire mode.


Last toasted marshmallow of the season.


This was the first leaf we saw that was starting to turn a little red.  That's a little fallish right there.




And then it was Halloween. Duncan has been dying for me to post this picture on here.  This is what he dressed up as to go Trick or Treating.  He was very proud of this costume.  He has been wearing the suit to church ever since.  I really love this kid.

See, I told ya we celebrated Halloween in style.




Not sure what was going on here, except that I think they were overtaken by the giddiness that is pumpkin guts.



Yep and then this is how we treat people when they get old. You don't even get real birthday candles on your cake.  You have to settle for short, fat, stumpy old ones.


Hey, there ain't no golden living going on around here.


Sunday, November 17, 2013

Junk Food Junkies

Oh my.  Can you say comfort eating? This is embarrassing, but our little familly of six  may or may not have devoured THREE PANS of homemade brownies this weekend, plus a package of gingerbread Oreos and a package of gingerbread Twix.  There is something just not right with that picture.  Oh, well I did forget that some of the brownies were shared with neighbors, but still.  We have GOT to eat better around here.  Or maybe just less.   And I am the worst of the lot.  And I haven't been running in two weeks.  Terrible. Just plain slothful really, every last one of us.

Having said that, now let me just say that when it comes to brownies, Audrey is an absolute artist. She makes the best brownies, way better than mine ever were.   I don't know what her secret touch is, but the girl is a master. They are irresistible. You can eat and eat, and nobody around here really knows what the word moderation means, so they disappear pretty quick.  I think that Audrey  must have inherited her baking talents  from her Grandpa Dee, who makes, hands down, the best cookies ever.  I make a passable cookie, and a passable brownie, but nothing like what those two can put out. I used to be pretty good at pies, but who has time to make pie anymore?  I am passing my baking torch on.  I believe it is Audrey's turn to be the head baker around here, at least until I retire.  Maybe then I will take it up again.

My dad will be proud to know that his other grand daughter Alisa has also gone into the cookie baking mode.  She sent me a picture of the cookie dough she had whipped up all on her own, inspired by a package of homemade cookies she had received in the mail from Grandpa.  Apparently, they ate all those and needed more.  Sometimes Oreos just don't cut it, I guess.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Funyons Are Awesome

Yeah, so suddenly it's November and  I realize I've been absent for a while.  Not just from the blog, but from lots of things I used to do, like sleeping.  See, I had this little emergency come up that was called Breaking Bad Is On Netflix,  and dealing with that has taken up most of my spare time and energy.  It's been rough.  I think I even missed Halloween.   I have no pictures of anybody on Halloween, but I swear we all dressed up and all those who wanted to went trick or treating.  Which is to say that my 18 year old, 6 foot tall son went trick or treating. There was no deterring him. Fortunately, most of our neighbors know him, and all of them were good sports about having a  very tall person with a  five o'clock shadow and a nylon stocking on his head begging for candy at their door.   Come to think of it, I may have a picture of THAT somewhere.

And  I remember our mailbox getting knocked over on Halloween and me thinking that was good,  because:  A) at least the little hoodlums spared our pumpkins, and B) we would finally be forced to build that brick mailbox that I want so much, but no,  Dan just stuck another pole in the ground and reattached the ugly thing.  He wouldn't even call the cops, even though messing with people's mailboxes is a federal offense I think.  So then I went back to Breaking Bad and completely forgot to snap a picture of Olivia in her Snow White costume.  She will most likely be wearing it till she is 18 though, so I'm sure I'll have another chance at that shot. She just might be holding an Easter basket instead of a trick or treat bag.

So that was Halloween.  Then it was Dan's birthday, and he celebrated by working at a football game, and I celebrated by running a 5k with Audrey.  We are blocking out that day as well though, because I refuse to admit that I am married to someone as old as he is. Ugh.

Will got his learner's permit.  He has not cracked, crashed or broken anything yet, and Dan has not ruptured any blood vessels yet.  Another WIN.

Throw in voting day ( I didn't do that either) and Veteran's Day (I have not yet unpacked my flag), and we are pretty much caught up to the present day.  I am in the final season of Breaking Bad, so my blog/life hiatus may be nearing its end, unless I decide to re-watch the entire series to catch everything I missed the first time through, in which case I may check out permanently.