A Halloweenie Sort of Week

The "festivities" actually began earlier in the week with our neighborhood's carnival. We had some popcorn, entered a costume contest, hung out with our friends, and stood in a very LONG line for free hot dogs. And then, I dropped mine on the ground.

For the record, that is frustrating.

After standing in a very LONG line and getting your hot dog fixed "just so" with the right amount of chili, mustard, and ketchup... you really do not want to drop it on the ground. Trust me. It's frustrating. Anyway, we all enjoyed ourselves. Especially the kids. And, isn't that what Halloween is all about? (Not me and sad, dirty, grass-covered hot dogs.)

Here's our cutie Harry Potter with his friends, the nurse and the werewolf. (aka... Jeanna's kids, Dori and Bennett)


And here's Harry painting a pumpkin. Wouldn't a spell be easier?


And who knew Harry Potter could dance so well? Go, Harry. Go, Harry.


Again, for the record, I found out later that my friend dropped her hot dog, too! Why does that make me happy?



And then... Halloween day arrived. We thought we'd start the sugar coma a little early by making cookies. Icing COVERED cookies. Because we weren't gonna have any more sweets that day.



Sometimes the waiting is the hardest part...


"Give me candy or I'll put the Imperious Curse on you!"

My 2nd Favorite Holiday

May all your candy be chocolate.

May all your bags and plastic punkins' and pillowcases be full to the top.

May you not run out of candy (at home) to GIVE out.

May you not wet your pants if someone jumps out at you. (for those of us who have issues with this...)

May your costume be appropriate for the weather... wherever you are. (no sweating in furry suits nor freezing in skimpy thin things)

May you not get "tricked" (too badly).

May all your funny and scary and groovy outfits stay in one piece until you get home tonight. ('cause there's nothing worse than your costume falling apart by the 3rd house)

May your yard not be covered in toilet paper in the morning.

May you not throw up 10 pounds of candy in the middle of the night.

May you not have to clean UP thown up candy in the middle of the night.

Have a SAFE and AWESOME Halloween. BOO!!

My Request for Today

Just a quick post to ask for prayers for my favorite little guy. My nephew, Noah, has not been feeling well lately. He's seeing lots of doctors, and he's getting the best of care... but, prayers are needed, too. Especially for the mom and dad. 'Cause we (moms and dads) don't EVER worry or stress about our kids, do we?


PS (On a "lighter note") Check out for yourselves the foreheads on my son and my nephew. Wow. We grow big-brained babies in this family. No apologies.

"Heart Breaker, Dream Maker..."

Geez. If you see this picture again, say.... on our Christmas card... pretend you haven't seen it. I couldn't wait to post it. It's from last week. We were getting the boy's Halloween costume on so we could go to our neighborhood carnival. I went to get the camera to take some quick pictures of the ENTIRE outfit, but when I came into the room, there he sat. In his little tie. And button-down shirt. I just about died of heart failure from the "glimpse into my future" it gave me. I don't think he was all too thrilled that I was standing there and staring at him. He gave me this look...



Happy Halloween...

My Long-Overdue Story

How cool is God? I know that there are those among us who would take offense to the idea that God is "cool." He is so many things, and I just happen to like the word "cool" for this story.

Way back in the 1990's, while I was continuing my higher education, I had a room-mate. Not any old "pre-assigned" room-mate, mind you. A room-mate I CHOSE. Jeanna. We had known each other for a few years, we got along, and we both happened to think that everything was funny. Everything. I'm not joking people. We laughed at EVERYTHING. It was a fun few years! When she graduated and moved out, the apartment was a little quieter! She got married to her college sweetie, and I was able to be in her wedding. After I graduated (and married my college sweetie), we kept up with each other through Christmas cards and the occasional "hello-how-are-you" note. Want to see us in 1992? I knew you did.



Yes, I know. The hair... Big hair was still in, folks. We obviously had enough for the entire campus.



FAST FORWARD 12 YEARS...



I knew that her husband had been a minister, and I knew that they had eventually joined the Army. I knew he was a chaplain, and I knew they were living in South Carolina.

When my own husband decided that ministry was best carried out wearing combat boots, we were following in their footsteps. We even got to see them for about 5 minutes at Dan's "chaplain training graduation." They spent the next few years in Korea, and we headed off to California. We did not stay in touch as well as we should have, but that would have ruined my story. And the surprise.



FAST FORWARD 3 YEARS...



We (Dan and I) were working in Children's Sunday School (here at Ft. Bragg) one morning in August. I hear Dan calling my name, so I turn around... and there stands my roomie!!


Jeanna!!


It was that odd brain moment of "Why am I seeing THIS person in THIS place?!?"


"OH MY GOSH!"


We both shrieked and hugged each other and totally disrupted third grade Sunday School. She and her family had just arrived at Ft. Bragg from Korea. HOW COOL IS GOD?!?



Two months earlier, I'd left a great group of close girl-friends back in the desert, and I had yet to "reach out" to anyone new. The Army will do that to you. You either become SUPER-FRIEND MAKER or you tend to retreat into your own little world of unpacking and not putting yourself out there. I was retreating. It's often so hard to get to know people. Especially when you know you will have to leave them. I, honestly, had not prayed about finding new friends. I didn't want "new" friends.


So, God brought me an old friend.


(Jeanna, you are not old... I just meant I've known you for a long time.)



Wanna see us now? I knew you did.



Yep. Less hair. Lots less hair. (I am not bald, folks. I really do have some hair. It's just shorter now. It was a hot afternoon, and in this photo, I have apparently shoved it all behind my ears and sunglasses in an attempt to stay cool. Yikes.)

We have spent the last few months "catching up" on the last 15 years. Our husbands were buddies back in the day, too.



Yep. LOTS less hair, too. It's a job requirement. (Or so they say.)

And, we are all having a hoot of a time. Reminiscing and finding out how much we've changed and haven't changed. And, for the record, Jeanna and I STILL laugh at everything. EVERYTHING.

(For those of you wondering... the pictures were made on a hayride... in a wagon with a top and no hay. But I'll save that for another post. We're not in a school bus... even though it looks like it.)




By the way, I have made some "new" friends, too. They are great... all chaplain's wives. (We've decided there's safety in numbers.)

How cool is that.

Blue Eyed Vampire?

"Somebody's knockin'... should I let him in?

Lord, it's the devil... would you look at him!

I've heard about him, but I never dreamed

He'd have blue eyes and blue jeans..."

(And no shirt...)

(And another self-portrait. I'd hide the camera, but he actually takes a pretty good picture of himself.)

Found the Camera

Well, the camera actually wasn't lost. It was taken by two squirrel (yuck) hunters... who shall remain nameless. The camera got to go on a "man-adventure" through the woods. Please, no PETA protests... I am not responsible for their ridiculous actions that involve small animals and firearms. They are such hillbillies, and you can take it up with them.

Thankfully there were no dead animal pictures on the camera when it was returned to me. So, now I will entertain you with football pictures!

I call this one: "Game Face" (Or... "Stop taking my picture, Mom! Face")



Yes, we know we are cornflakes. But, how cute are the shirts? The team sold them as a fundraiser, and each kid's parents have their son's (or daughter's!) name and number on the back. (Yes, we have a girl on our team; she's darn cute in that football getup, too.)


Not sure what was up with the camera flash in these pictures; we all look like ghosts. Baba and Papa had a blast cheering on the boy. And, they didn't get kicked out of the game for bad-mouthing the referees!