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This is a repost from the same time last year... Owen just scooted out the door for the day dressed as spiderman. His school is having a halloween party......but I am not sure he was supposed to show up ALL day in costume. I also considered the fact that they are serving lasagna for lunch, and the outfit is a one-piecer making "potty time" a nightmare. I thought maybe just taking his costume to put on at party time would be a better idea. However, I could not convince my child of this.Before leaving he asked me a question that has stuck with me ( well maybe because he asked it about a dozen times in a span of 5 minutes). "Who are you going to be today mommy?" First I tried responding with something easy......"Owen's mommy". Apparently that was not exciting enough.Then I tried to appeal to the superhero in him with "super woman". Apparently they don't show that cartoon anymore so there is no such thing if you are 3. I started to get desper...

Here are a few shots my friend Rhonda got last week at the pumpkin patch... check out more of her stuff at snapshotsonlocation.com

last night around 10:40 p.m. Owen sticks an elbow in my ribs and says, "is that the piano fairy?" I had just fallen asleep. but, I rubbed my eye and looked up to see a strange man in my bedroom. older, balding, wearing a jumpsuit and a little creepy looking. "yes, Owen, that is the piano fairy". He went scrambling out of bed to watch and this stranger and Shaun rolled a piano into our bedroom. My old piano. The one I learned to play chopsticks on. and some song about a little Indian. and the one your only use your knuckles to play. and a few real recital worthy songs as well. and practiced for hours. or at least it felt like hours. The one my brother and sister played. And the one my mother could play beautifully. Owen plopped down on the bed while they unloaded it from the dolley. His eyes were big and wide and he asked, "We're getting a real live piano?" I giggled and hoped he didn't think this was like getting a puppy. "Yes, Owen a real liv...

a few of my favorite things: cheese fries from snuffers homemade cobbler chips and salsa almost anywhere, but especially uncle julios and chueys medium wet wings from wings n more fuzzy's fish tacos my mom's spaghetti sauce warm sourdough bread red wine greek salad from pappadeaux sexy roll from piranha easy cheese and a box of trisquits garlic mashed potatoes. a chilli cheese dog from the coney a good ceaser salad warm garlicy hummus from mellow mushroom hashbrown casserole from the cracker barrel fries from wing stop fresh baked cinnamon rolls ..........and welll i could go on and on. I like good food. I am spoiled like that. And wear the pant size to prove it. Both my parents are amazing cooks and they don't mind dropping big bucks for a really good meal. Like the lobsters we shared last time they were in town! Did reading all that make you hungry? Did you start picturing what you were going to have for dinner? Did your mouth start to salvate and your stomach start to gr...

(If you haven't been following read the 2 previous posts first)... Today Owen got his first library card….and was really proud of it. Really proud of it. He carried it around in his pocket all day. He even fished it out at “children’s time” at church……..interrupting the entire lesson to show off his magical plastic card. But library cards are pretty powerful, I mean you can just walk in, flash that puppy…and walk out with an armload of books. Which are 100% free if you can remember to return them on time and keep your kids from coloring in them ( both of which I struggle with). Turns out I have built my own little library. Minus the Dewey decimal system. I have always wanted a house filled with books. And I have it. There are too many books to count, so I won’t even try. There are at least 9 shelves of books. Not counting the random piles of coffee tables, kitchen tables and bathroom counters. Not counting the bookshelves in Owen in Tess’s rooms. Not counting the borrowed books sta...

So if you are just tuning in, last week I decided to give away HALF of one of my possessions each week. (Read the last post if you want to get filled in). The popular question this week was, “So what are you giving away this week?” Which made me panic a little. I meant my post last week. But, how often do you mean something and not really ever follow through. People asking meant, I had to follow through. So I went back to my closet. Bottoms. Jeans, khakis, skirts, pajama bottoms, work out pants, etc… 16 pairs of pajama pants ( I heart pajama pants and would wear these all the time if it were just slightly more socially acceptable). 8 pairs of workout/sweat type pants 18 pairs of jeans 16 pairs of brown/khaki pants 10 pairs of plain black pants 6 other ( plaid, print, etc.) 12 skirts And I didn’t even look in the hamper. I filled 4 trashbags completely full with pants to donate! Going through all the piles gave me plenty of material to write about. Like for example that I found 16 pairs...

16Another day, a man stopped Jesus and asked, "Teacher, what good thing must I do to get eternal life?" 17Jesus said, "Why do you question me about what's good? God is the One who is good. If you want to enter the life of God, just do what he tells you." 18-19The man asked, "What in particular?" Jesus said, "Don't murder, don't commit adultery, don't steal, don't lie, honor your father and mother, and love your neighbor as you do yourself." Don’t murder. Check. Don’t commit adultery. Check. Don’t steal. Check. Well unless you count making personal copies at work, or snagging Shaun’s last pair of clean socks… Don’t lie. Uhm…..Not bold face ones at least. Telling the telemarketer that I’m not home, surely that doesn’t count. Honor your father and mother. Much easier now that I don’t live at home. Love your neighbor as you do yourself. Sure, as long as I can pick which neighbor. The friendly one who bakes bread and lends me...