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Since I decided to join the fun over at the Whimsical Cottage I have yet to actually post anything about what I am doing to bring a little bit of halloween into everything I do this month. So here is an abridged list of all the halloween type fun being got on in our household!
- magickal brooms with protection envelopes were made by all (hopefully will have tutorial with pics on this fun craft before this weekend =)
- mini funkins were decorated with glitter glue and put outside to decorate the front
- pumpkin bread, pie, and chocolate cake with pumkin whipped cream frosting were baked
- shopping at the 99 cent store with the little guys suprised me with new halloween dessert plates, raven accented bowls, and cool pumpkin ice cube trays!
- a trip to the craft stores got me a bunch of Halloween/fall ribbon for uber cheap, and I got some cool Halloween themed fabrics for half off. (I'll show you pics of what I did with them soon, it's really cute and involves Her Royal Highness's costume!)
- Found out on a tour of Target's Halloween section that nothing can lure Littleman away from a Warmachine costume (for those who don't know it's from Ironman).
- worked on my "choose your own adventure" style story for the blog this year ( you can catch the start of it here)
- made half of my Halloween costume for this year
- and I have to admit I have been obsessively Halloween decorating in Pet Society on Facebook
Been busy here, lol. And tonight we're making shortbread cut with Halloween cookie cutters!
I love this month!!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Travel Log 10-10: Mockingbird Lane Part Duex
You've chosen a path so lets see where it takes the girls! ( you can find the first part of the story here)
"Mockingbird Lane (cont'd)"
"C'mon, lets go up to that one on the left, the porch light is on so they may be waiting up for visitors."
Samantha led the way up the cobbled pathway that wound up the hill, through the rose garden. The light gave off a welcoming glow from the large wrap around porch that dominated the front of the house. In the irratic flashes of light from the storm the square tower would be briefly illuminated and the wind caused a loose set of shutters somewhere on the second floor to bang irratically against the side of the house, making Linda jump.
As her gaze roamed the garden they passed through she wondered how they go the roses to bloom this late in the season. The large blooms looked black in the rain but a flash of lightning revealed them to be a deep red. The porch light reflected off of small carved markers in each bed. She couldn't quite make out what they said and leaned closer to read one just as Samantha knocked on the front door.
I'll check those out on the way back to the car, she thought and hurried up to her friend just as she was lifting her arm to knock again.
"Give them a moment to answer." Linda told her, grabbing her arm to stop her from knocking just as it swung silently inward.
The girls looked down into the wrinkled face of a very old, very short woman. She was dressed in an old fashioned ankle gown, and even with her hair piled into a bun on top of her head she must barely have been four feet tall. The old eyes appraised them from behind a pair of thick round spectacles and slowly a smile spread, changing the web of wrinkles that covered her face.
"Hi. Sorry to intru-"
"Come in out of the rain my dears, you'll catch your death." She turned and began walking down the front hallway of the house, leaving the girls standing on the front porch staring after her.
They looked at each other then looked down the hallway, after the woman.
"Maybe we should go to the-" Linda began.
"Come along dears tea is waiting in the parlor." The woman called back to them and disappeared into a room on the left.
Linda looked at Samantha and gestured back to the car. Samantha shrugged and stepped into the hallway after the woman. Linda groaned and stepped in after her.
The hallway was dark, most of the illumination coming from the porch light behind them. Bowing to her ingrained sense of etiquette Linda reluctantly closed the door behind them to keep the cold night air out, cutting off that small bit of light. The hallway was oppressively dark, but as their eyes adjusted they noticed that there were old fashioned lamps hung from the walls with shutters on them letting of dull glows. The lamps only gave off enough light to allow them not to trip over the few pieces of furniture that lined the hallway. Picture frames lined the walls but it was too dim to see what they showed clearly. When they got about halfway down they came to the door they had thought the woman had gone in. There was a very faint glow around the door frame. Linda stopped Samantha as she reached for the door handle.
"This is really creepy. Maybe we should just go back and try the other house."
"Oh quit being a sissy, it's just a little old lady who isn't used to visitors trying to make us comfortable in the rain." Samantha pulled the door open and stepped into the parlor.
Linda gulped and followed her.
The room was softly lit by a flickering fire in the large hearth. Classic scrolled sofa's and old fashioned arm chairs were placed around the central rug close enough to the fire to share it's warmth as well as it's light. The woman was sitting in an arm chair facing the door. The firelight deepened the shadows in her wrinkles making her face seem almost a mask, and her glasses reflected as if they were two round mirrors where her eyes should be.
"Sit and I'll pour the tea." She gestured to the sofa across from her and lifted the teapot from the side table next to her. "Not often we get visitors anymore in our little town. Used to have people dropping in on us all the time, but lately it's been almost downright lonely"
As the girls sat she handed them both delicate cups and saucers filled with a hot liquid that smelled wonderful. They sat and sipped their tea politely while glancing around the room. It seemed to have dropped right out of another century. The slightly worn feel of the furniture gave the feeling that the furnishing were original. Samantha cleared her throat.
"Thank you so much for your hospitality. We were actually on our way to a Bed and Breakfast that is supposed to be not far from here but we took a wrong turn I think. I'm Samantha and this is Linda. I'm sorry but we didn't catch your name?"
"Oh I'm Miss Ashworth. Every one around here knows me. Family's been here for ages. This house was the first building in the town. Quite a nice little town we have here on Mockingbird Lane. Despite those riff-raff that built the house next door. Digging up my rose garden and howling at all hours. It simply is not done in polite society."
The neighbors must have a dog, Linda thought.
Now drink up that tea so you don't catch a chill from that rain. You poor girls are soaked through." As the girls dutifully sipped the tea on command, the grin sipped it's way up her face again.
"This is really very good, what kind of tea is this?" Linda asked.
"Why it's elderberry, deary. I make it myself. A very old family recipe." The little woman began to giggle softly to herself and rock in her chair. The giggle quickly grew in volume and the rocking increased in intesity.
The last thing Linda saw before the world went black was Miss Ashworth laughing and rocking in her chair, the round lenses of her glasses reflecting the fire light like her eyes were windows into the flames of hades.
Linda opened up her eyes and stared at the darkness. Wait, it had just been dark. She closed her eyes again and took stock.
We were going to that Bed and Breakfast Samantha found out in the country. We took a wrong turn or something and we stopped to ask for directions. There was all those roses, and that lady. What was her name? Miss Ashworth, yeah. We had some tea, then what happened? And where is Samantha?
She opened her eyes and sat up on the bed. The musty smell of little used rooms filled her nose. As the soft coverlet that had been wrapped around her fell away she noticed something important. Her clothes were gone. She looked around the room for some clue as to where they had gone and noticed an old fashioned dress, in blue, similar to what Miss Ashworth had been wearing, laid out on a chair near the bed. The small lamp on the table next to the chair was the only source of light in the room and it seemed to indicate that the dress was intended for her. After a slightly more thorough search of the room failed to turn up her clothes, Linda quickly slid the dress on and buttoned it up.
Once she was dressed the other questions reared their heads once again. What had happened to her, and where was Samantha?
Time for you to choose again! Leave a comment letting me know which choice you want-
Will Linda stay in her room and wait to see what happens?
OR
Will Linda venture out of the room to find Samantha?
YOU CHOOSE!
You have till wed to tell me what is going to happen next!
"Mockingbird Lane (cont'd)"
"C'mon, lets go up to that one on the left, the porch light is on so they may be waiting up for visitors."
Samantha led the way up the cobbled pathway that wound up the hill, through the rose garden. The light gave off a welcoming glow from the large wrap around porch that dominated the front of the house. In the irratic flashes of light from the storm the square tower would be briefly illuminated and the wind caused a loose set of shutters somewhere on the second floor to bang irratically against the side of the house, making Linda jump.
As her gaze roamed the garden they passed through she wondered how they go the roses to bloom this late in the season. The large blooms looked black in the rain but a flash of lightning revealed them to be a deep red. The porch light reflected off of small carved markers in each bed. She couldn't quite make out what they said and leaned closer to read one just as Samantha knocked on the front door.
I'll check those out on the way back to the car, she thought and hurried up to her friend just as she was lifting her arm to knock again.
"Give them a moment to answer." Linda told her, grabbing her arm to stop her from knocking just as it swung silently inward.
The girls looked down into the wrinkled face of a very old, very short woman. She was dressed in an old fashioned ankle gown, and even with her hair piled into a bun on top of her head she must barely have been four feet tall. The old eyes appraised them from behind a pair of thick round spectacles and slowly a smile spread, changing the web of wrinkles that covered her face.
"Hi. Sorry to intru-"
"Come in out of the rain my dears, you'll catch your death." She turned and began walking down the front hallway of the house, leaving the girls standing on the front porch staring after her.
They looked at each other then looked down the hallway, after the woman.
"Maybe we should go to the-" Linda began.
"Come along dears tea is waiting in the parlor." The woman called back to them and disappeared into a room on the left.
Linda looked at Samantha and gestured back to the car. Samantha shrugged and stepped into the hallway after the woman. Linda groaned and stepped in after her.
The hallway was dark, most of the illumination coming from the porch light behind them. Bowing to her ingrained sense of etiquette Linda reluctantly closed the door behind them to keep the cold night air out, cutting off that small bit of light. The hallway was oppressively dark, but as their eyes adjusted they noticed that there were old fashioned lamps hung from the walls with shutters on them letting of dull glows. The lamps only gave off enough light to allow them not to trip over the few pieces of furniture that lined the hallway. Picture frames lined the walls but it was too dim to see what they showed clearly. When they got about halfway down they came to the door they had thought the woman had gone in. There was a very faint glow around the door frame. Linda stopped Samantha as she reached for the door handle.
"This is really creepy. Maybe we should just go back and try the other house."
"Oh quit being a sissy, it's just a little old lady who isn't used to visitors trying to make us comfortable in the rain." Samantha pulled the door open and stepped into the parlor.
Linda gulped and followed her.
The room was softly lit by a flickering fire in the large hearth. Classic scrolled sofa's and old fashioned arm chairs were placed around the central rug close enough to the fire to share it's warmth as well as it's light. The woman was sitting in an arm chair facing the door. The firelight deepened the shadows in her wrinkles making her face seem almost a mask, and her glasses reflected as if they were two round mirrors where her eyes should be.
"Sit and I'll pour the tea." She gestured to the sofa across from her and lifted the teapot from the side table next to her. "Not often we get visitors anymore in our little town. Used to have people dropping in on us all the time, but lately it's been almost downright lonely"
As the girls sat she handed them both delicate cups and saucers filled with a hot liquid that smelled wonderful. They sat and sipped their tea politely while glancing around the room. It seemed to have dropped right out of another century. The slightly worn feel of the furniture gave the feeling that the furnishing were original. Samantha cleared her throat.
"Thank you so much for your hospitality. We were actually on our way to a Bed and Breakfast that is supposed to be not far from here but we took a wrong turn I think. I'm Samantha and this is Linda. I'm sorry but we didn't catch your name?"
"Oh I'm Miss Ashworth. Every one around here knows me. Family's been here for ages. This house was the first building in the town. Quite a nice little town we have here on Mockingbird Lane. Despite those riff-raff that built the house next door. Digging up my rose garden and howling at all hours. It simply is not done in polite society."
The neighbors must have a dog, Linda thought.
Now drink up that tea so you don't catch a chill from that rain. You poor girls are soaked through." As the girls dutifully sipped the tea on command, the grin sipped it's way up her face again.
"This is really very good, what kind of tea is this?" Linda asked.
"Why it's elderberry, deary. I make it myself. A very old family recipe." The little woman began to giggle softly to herself and rock in her chair. The giggle quickly grew in volume and the rocking increased in intesity.
The last thing Linda saw before the world went black was Miss Ashworth laughing and rocking in her chair, the round lenses of her glasses reflecting the fire light like her eyes were windows into the flames of hades.
Linda opened up her eyes and stared at the darkness. Wait, it had just been dark. She closed her eyes again and took stock.
We were going to that Bed and Breakfast Samantha found out in the country. We took a wrong turn or something and we stopped to ask for directions. There was all those roses, and that lady. What was her name? Miss Ashworth, yeah. We had some tea, then what happened? And where is Samantha?
She opened her eyes and sat up on the bed. The musty smell of little used rooms filled her nose. As the soft coverlet that had been wrapped around her fell away she noticed something important. Her clothes were gone. She looked around the room for some clue as to where they had gone and noticed an old fashioned dress, in blue, similar to what Miss Ashworth had been wearing, laid out on a chair near the bed. The small lamp on the table next to the chair was the only source of light in the room and it seemed to indicate that the dress was intended for her. After a slightly more thorough search of the room failed to turn up her clothes, Linda quickly slid the dress on and buttoned it up.
Once she was dressed the other questions reared their heads once again. What had happened to her, and where was Samantha?
Time for you to choose again! Leave a comment letting me know which choice you want-
Will Linda stay in her room and wait to see what happens?
OR
Will Linda venture out of the room to find Samantha?
YOU CHOOSE!
You have till wed to tell me what is going to happen next!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Travel Log 10-4: The First Installment
This year I've decided to throw an idea I've had for a while out there. I had such fun writing the serial I posted up here last Halloween that I wanted to do another story, but make it a little more interactive.
When I was growing up I really loved the "choose your own adventure" books. I really enjoyed the idea of a story that would change every time I read it. It was like having 10 books in one, and I was all about that. So I thought I would bring that same idea to my Halloween story this year. So we will be trying out my first "choose your own haunting" Halloween tale together!
So here we go, the first installment of-
"MOCKINGBIRD LANE"
"What was that?"
Linda glanced around the car uneasily as the thunder died away. Samantha was reclined in the passenger seat snoring softly. The swish swish of the wiper blades on the windshield created a soothing rhythm and Linda began to relax a little bit. The headlights of her compact blue sedan bounced off of tree trunks and bushes as she navigated their way along the deserted road, keeping a sharp eye out for woodland creatures making kamikaze dashes across the road.
What had started as a light rain earlier in that day had become a down pour after the sun had set. Under regular circumstances she loved a nice rainy afternoon curled up with a book and a cup of tea on her comfortable couch at home. Driving down a deserted road, in the middle of nowhere, at night, with the only person for miles asleep next to her was not her idea of a fun evening.
The thunder boomed.
Oh yeah, and now there's thunder and lightning she thought. I am so not doing this alone. It was her idea anyway.
She reached out and shook Samantha's leg until the red head opened her eyes and sat up.
"We're there already?" She said as she stretched in the passenger seat.
How did I let myself get talked into this? Linda thought.
Three days earlier.....
"C'mon it will be fun, and you need to have some fun. Get out of this apartment." Samantha's blue eyes pleaded with Linda to give in to her oldest friend one more time. Ever since they were kids Samantha had been dreaming up adventures and somehow finding a way to get Linda to join in. Ever since Linda's husband had died the year before she had been trying to get Linda to go on a trip. Her newest installment of the let's get out of town argument was a trip to a country bed and breakfast that she had found an advertisement about. The pamphlet she had brought promised a weekend to remember.
Linda shook her head, making her light brown bob swing. She didn't want a weekend to remember, she just wanted to stay in her comfortable little apartment. It was safer there, and comfortable. Why couldn't Samantha get that?
" Uh-uh. It's too late in the year to make a trip out that way, and besides I have too much to do here." She fussed around the coffee table that Samantha was resting her feet on.
"Look you've locked yourself up here ever since Allen died. It's time to get out, see the sunshine, hear the birds, smell some freakin' roses already. We're not victorian ladies. There is no forced mourning period. It's not like he was really worth all this devotion anyway. And you know I'll just keep bugging you until you go with me."
Linda scowled at her. "That was a low blow. " She sighed. "Fine, if I agree to go on this ridiculous trip of yours will you quit hounding me?"
Samantha jumped up with a cheer and hugged her.....
And that's how she gets me every time. She just couldn't hold out against Samantha's sheer determination to help her 'get a life'.
What is wrong with my life as it is. I like it.
The subject of Linda's mental ire finished stretching and shook out her long hair.
"That didn't take long. I told you it would be an easy trip"
Thunder crashed louder than ever and the lightening threw the trees into stark relief.
"No we're not there, but I can barely see two feet in front of the car. And that thunder is creeping me right out. This was your brain storm so now you can keep me company while I try to find that 'quant and picturesque lane' that's supposed to lead to this fantastic hideaway you found. Why you needed to do this during storm season I have no idea. I should be comfy at home right now." Patience had flown away with that last thunderclap.
Samantha grabbed the map off of the dash and flicked on the overhead light.
"The map says that we should be coming up to Bluebird Drive on the left in about 2 miles. So just make the next left and then it's a short two miles to the front door of the Valley View Inn. Simple." She tossed the map in the back seat and started to fiddle with the radio, looking for a station that would play in the storm.
Linda made her turn at the next road she came to and began creeping down the narrow gravel road crowded by the trunks of trees, standing like dark sentinels in the storm. A flash of lightning illuminated the streetsign the girls had driven by without noticing. It read Mockingbird Lane.
"See? Nothing to get worked up about. We'll be there in two more easy miles." Samantha grinned and poked Linda in the arm. "Scared of a little rain, huh? Think about how great you'll feel in that comfortable room you booked. A long, steaming bath will make you feel like a million bucks."
Linda stewed a little bit in her annoyance as they bumped along. Her mood began to lift when she saw the glimmer of lights ahead as they rounded a bend. The gravel road abruptly turned into a smoother paved road as they left the trees.
"How big was that bed and breakfast supposed to be?" Linda asked, a sudden sense of unease beginning in her stomach and she shot furtive glances at the buildings and houses lining the lane. They passed several quaint, multi-storied farmhouses, a general store, and what looked like an old livery stable.
"Not this big. I think we may have taken a wrong turn."
The road was lined with dark houses. The girls looked around them and saw no house numbers or markers to show what road they were on. Linda pulled to a stop at the end of the road, in front of the only two houses that had any lights on at all. They sat on the crest of a slight hill, giving the impression that they floated above the other buildings.
"This just about caps the night. It's raining, and we're lost in a strange little town, in the middle of nowhere, and there doesn't appear to be anywhere still open to ask for directions. What are we going to do now?"
"Oh lighten up a little. These two houses have their lights on, so lets go knock on a door and ask someone for directions." Samantha unbuckled her safety belt and jumped out of the car into the rain.
"Hell." Linda unbuckled herself and followed Samantha. "Well ok miss adventure-which house is it going to be?"
Do Samantha and Linda go to the three story Victorian house with the wrap around porch and antique rose garden and porch light glowing on the left?
OR
Do Samantha and Linda go to the two story colonial house with the trimmed hedge walkway and lit front window on the right?
YOU CHOOSE!
Just leave a comment with which one you vote for!
(you can find the second part of the story here)
When I was growing up I really loved the "choose your own adventure" books. I really enjoyed the idea of a story that would change every time I read it. It was like having 10 books in one, and I was all about that. So I thought I would bring that same idea to my Halloween story this year. So we will be trying out my first "choose your own haunting" Halloween tale together!
So here we go, the first installment of-
"MOCKINGBIRD LANE"
"What was that?"
Linda glanced around the car uneasily as the thunder died away. Samantha was reclined in the passenger seat snoring softly. The swish swish of the wiper blades on the windshield created a soothing rhythm and Linda began to relax a little bit. The headlights of her compact blue sedan bounced off of tree trunks and bushes as she navigated their way along the deserted road, keeping a sharp eye out for woodland creatures making kamikaze dashes across the road.
What had started as a light rain earlier in that day had become a down pour after the sun had set. Under regular circumstances she loved a nice rainy afternoon curled up with a book and a cup of tea on her comfortable couch at home. Driving down a deserted road, in the middle of nowhere, at night, with the only person for miles asleep next to her was not her idea of a fun evening.
The thunder boomed.
Oh yeah, and now there's thunder and lightning she thought. I am so not doing this alone. It was her idea anyway.
She reached out and shook Samantha's leg until the red head opened her eyes and sat up.
"We're there already?" She said as she stretched in the passenger seat.
How did I let myself get talked into this? Linda thought.
Three days earlier.....
"C'mon it will be fun, and you need to have some fun. Get out of this apartment." Samantha's blue eyes pleaded with Linda to give in to her oldest friend one more time. Ever since they were kids Samantha had been dreaming up adventures and somehow finding a way to get Linda to join in. Ever since Linda's husband had died the year before she had been trying to get Linda to go on a trip. Her newest installment of the let's get out of town argument was a trip to a country bed and breakfast that she had found an advertisement about. The pamphlet she had brought promised a weekend to remember.
Linda shook her head, making her light brown bob swing. She didn't want a weekend to remember, she just wanted to stay in her comfortable little apartment. It was safer there, and comfortable. Why couldn't Samantha get that?
" Uh-uh. It's too late in the year to make a trip out that way, and besides I have too much to do here." She fussed around the coffee table that Samantha was resting her feet on.
"Look you've locked yourself up here ever since Allen died. It's time to get out, see the sunshine, hear the birds, smell some freakin' roses already. We're not victorian ladies. There is no forced mourning period. It's not like he was really worth all this devotion anyway. And you know I'll just keep bugging you until you go with me."
Linda scowled at her. "That was a low blow. " She sighed. "Fine, if I agree to go on this ridiculous trip of yours will you quit hounding me?"
Samantha jumped up with a cheer and hugged her.....
And that's how she gets me every time. She just couldn't hold out against Samantha's sheer determination to help her 'get a life'.
What is wrong with my life as it is. I like it.
The subject of Linda's mental ire finished stretching and shook out her long hair.
"That didn't take long. I told you it would be an easy trip"
Thunder crashed louder than ever and the lightening threw the trees into stark relief.
"No we're not there, but I can barely see two feet in front of the car. And that thunder is creeping me right out. This was your brain storm so now you can keep me company while I try to find that 'quant and picturesque lane' that's supposed to lead to this fantastic hideaway you found. Why you needed to do this during storm season I have no idea. I should be comfy at home right now." Patience had flown away with that last thunderclap.
Samantha grabbed the map off of the dash and flicked on the overhead light.
"The map says that we should be coming up to Bluebird Drive on the left in about 2 miles. So just make the next left and then it's a short two miles to the front door of the Valley View Inn. Simple." She tossed the map in the back seat and started to fiddle with the radio, looking for a station that would play in the storm.
Linda made her turn at the next road she came to and began creeping down the narrow gravel road crowded by the trunks of trees, standing like dark sentinels in the storm. A flash of lightning illuminated the streetsign the girls had driven by without noticing. It read Mockingbird Lane.
"See? Nothing to get worked up about. We'll be there in two more easy miles." Samantha grinned and poked Linda in the arm. "Scared of a little rain, huh? Think about how great you'll feel in that comfortable room you booked. A long, steaming bath will make you feel like a million bucks."
Linda stewed a little bit in her annoyance as they bumped along. Her mood began to lift when she saw the glimmer of lights ahead as they rounded a bend. The gravel road abruptly turned into a smoother paved road as they left the trees.
"How big was that bed and breakfast supposed to be?" Linda asked, a sudden sense of unease beginning in her stomach and she shot furtive glances at the buildings and houses lining the lane. They passed several quaint, multi-storied farmhouses, a general store, and what looked like an old livery stable.
"Not this big. I think we may have taken a wrong turn."
The road was lined with dark houses. The girls looked around them and saw no house numbers or markers to show what road they were on. Linda pulled to a stop at the end of the road, in front of the only two houses that had any lights on at all. They sat on the crest of a slight hill, giving the impression that they floated above the other buildings.
"This just about caps the night. It's raining, and we're lost in a strange little town, in the middle of nowhere, and there doesn't appear to be anywhere still open to ask for directions. What are we going to do now?"
"Oh lighten up a little. These two houses have their lights on, so lets go knock on a door and ask someone for directions." Samantha unbuckled her safety belt and jumped out of the car into the rain.
"Hell." Linda unbuckled herself and followed Samantha. "Well ok miss adventure-which house is it going to be?"
Do Samantha and Linda go to the three story Victorian house with the wrap around porch and antique rose garden and porch light glowing on the left?
OR
Do Samantha and Linda go to the two story colonial house with the trimmed hedge walkway and lit front window on the right?
YOU CHOOSE!
Just leave a comment with which one you vote for!
(you can find the second part of the story here)
Friday, October 1, 2010
Travel Log 10-1: IT'S HERE IT'S HERE IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!!
As you can tell I'm excited that it's the first day of October, lol. SO many things this month and I love it.It's even starting off on the right foot with thunder and lightning storms all day!
With the merchandising frrenzies going the rest of the year, this is the one month that is really dedicated to fall. I love all the Halloween stuff that is out in the stores. I love the anticipation of Halloween and all the fun that comes in that with that. To quote the Pumpkin Song -"life's no fun without a good scare". That's what this month allows us to do. It allows us to revel in the dark. To let our dark sides free to revel, whether your dark side is a vampire or a fairy princess (hey- that much pink in one place is pretty scary). The monsters come out and broomstick rides aren't just fun they are mandatory.
Considering how candy coated most of the year is this one month for horror and magik to reign is extra sweet to me. This is the time of year when I feel like a kid let loose in a candy emporium and no adults to supervise *insert manic grin*. When I was growing up my parents were not big on social interaction. I hardly ever got to hang out with kids my age, and pretty much lived inside my own head with my imagination. Halloween was the one time of year I got to let my imagination out of my head and play with it in real life without anyone looking at me like I was even weirder than they thought.
So it's no wonder that this time of year imparts a sense of absolute childlike wonder in me. I feel comfortable and free and love every minute of it. So now the count down begins to the big day, but I'm going to have fun all month long and enjoy the journey that is October!
And in that spirit I'll be starting my month long project tomorrow! Last year I did a serial writing project here on the blog and this year I'm going to do the same with a little twist! I'll be posting a choose your own adventure story for the first time this month and all of you will get to choose how the story is going to go! That will be interspersed with some how-to's on my favorite Halloween type crafts(with pics finally if everything goes right=). So it shall be a busy month for me and hopefully an entertaining one for you!
With the merchandising frrenzies going the rest of the year, this is the one month that is really dedicated to fall. I love all the Halloween stuff that is out in the stores. I love the anticipation of Halloween and all the fun that comes in that with that. To quote the Pumpkin Song -"life's no fun without a good scare". That's what this month allows us to do. It allows us to revel in the dark. To let our dark sides free to revel, whether your dark side is a vampire or a fairy princess (hey- that much pink in one place is pretty scary). The monsters come out and broomstick rides aren't just fun they are mandatory.
Considering how candy coated most of the year is this one month for horror and magik to reign is extra sweet to me. This is the time of year when I feel like a kid let loose in a candy emporium and no adults to supervise *insert manic grin*. When I was growing up my parents were not big on social interaction. I hardly ever got to hang out with kids my age, and pretty much lived inside my own head with my imagination. Halloween was the one time of year I got to let my imagination out of my head and play with it in real life without anyone looking at me like I was even weirder than they thought.
So it's no wonder that this time of year imparts a sense of absolute childlike wonder in me. I feel comfortable and free and love every minute of it. So now the count down begins to the big day, but I'm going to have fun all month long and enjoy the journey that is October!
And in that spirit I'll be starting my month long project tomorrow! Last year I did a serial writing project here on the blog and this year I'm going to do the same with a little twist! I'll be posting a choose your own adventure story for the first time this month and all of you will get to choose how the story is going to go! That will be interspersed with some how-to's on my favorite Halloween type crafts(with pics finally if everything goes right=). So it shall be a busy month for me and hopefully an entertaining one for you!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Travel Log 9-26: Of Lemon's and Things
I have discovered the nectar of the gods. It is not up on Mt. Olympus as once believed, nor is it hidden in some fairy raft. It was, in fact, hiding in plain sight in a recipe listed by the wonderful, genius woman who runs the Down To Earth Blog. I made some this afternoon and had to immediately make toast just to have something to eat it on. If you get the chance try this. It is really not a lot of work for the 2 pint jars of sunshine yellow heaven that it produces. If you can't tell I like it, lol.
Also on a more personal note I had an interesting experience last night in the spiritual realm that was, well, a first for me. i was doing a meditation session with my hubby and I let my mind drift into the directions that my life has taken lately. For once I had what I would call a full blown subconscious visualization, with list of complaints and demands for promises to do better. I'll probably give you all a detailed account later, but for now I was just wondering if things like that were common with other's practices?
Also on a more personal note I had an interesting experience last night in the spiritual realm that was, well, a first for me. i was doing a meditation session with my hubby and I let my mind drift into the directions that my life has taken lately. For once I had what I would call a full blown subconscious visualization, with list of complaints and demands for promises to do better. I'll probably give you all a detailed account later, but for now I was just wondering if things like that were common with other's practices?
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Travel Log 9-22: Merry Mabon!!!!
I hope everyone is having a falltastic day!
This is my absolute favorite time of year and as soon as I find a country that has fall all year round, that's where I'm moving, lol. But that aside we didn't do much today, as it was a school day, but we had a great dinner filled with foods we picked or made from scratch when we would normally have bought it. We put some of our home made apple butter on rolls we made, and made salsbury steak from scratch (a recipe I stole from Jazz at Octoberfarm =) and then finished it with home made pumpkin bread and pumpkin pie.
This year we are giving a lot of thanks for the upswings our fortunes have taken, as well as all of the challenges we have faced and will face. Without challenges we can't grow, and if we can't grow what's the point?
The past two days have been grey from most of the day, and there has definitely been a bite in the air. I almost thought the weather being so mild most of the year was an ominous sign of summer ravaging through autumn and winter, but instead it seems that at least this year we here in the desert of southern California are going to get all 4 seasons this year! That is something to definitely give thanks for!
This is my absolute favorite time of year and as soon as I find a country that has fall all year round, that's where I'm moving, lol. But that aside we didn't do much today, as it was a school day, but we had a great dinner filled with foods we picked or made from scratch when we would normally have bought it. We put some of our home made apple butter on rolls we made, and made salsbury steak from scratch (a recipe I stole from Jazz at Octoberfarm =) and then finished it with home made pumpkin bread and pumpkin pie.
This year we are giving a lot of thanks for the upswings our fortunes have taken, as well as all of the challenges we have faced and will face. Without challenges we can't grow, and if we can't grow what's the point?
The past two days have been grey from most of the day, and there has definitely been a bite in the air. I almost thought the weather being so mild most of the year was an ominous sign of summer ravaging through autumn and winter, but instead it seems that at least this year we here in the desert of southern California are going to get all 4 seasons this year! That is something to definitely give thanks for!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Travel Log 9-20: A Very Squishie Day
Not only was today my tiny little squishie man's 2cd birthday, but today was also the day he decided to take his biggest stride into potty training yet- he peed in the big potty!
Little man has been doing it for quite some time, but so far Squishie has been content to sit on the "little" potty and try to go. But not today! Today he decided to earn his big boy training pants!
It was kinda funny actually. He is not tall enough to go in the large potty so he started off doing some pretty impressive flat lifts of his body with his little hands on the rim of the bowl( which was horrifying from a mommy standpoint!) and lifting his entire body in an effort to get the weapon to its assigned target. This did not work very well, and once mommy had caught her breath from laughing the little potty was disassembled and turned into a step stool. He then proceeded to step proudly up and, now that he was tall enough, to begin to scream at me because he couldn't get it going right away. Then when he did and it was right on target we did a lot of screaming and dancing in the bathroom!
Which totally rocked because one of his presents was his first set of big boy pull ups (which of course got upstaged by the bizillion hot wheels his dad picked out for him, lol).
The little guy went off to sleep like an angel, and tonight mommy and daddy shall go to sleep with visions of a diaper free future dancing in our heads!
Little man has been doing it for quite some time, but so far Squishie has been content to sit on the "little" potty and try to go. But not today! Today he decided to earn his big boy training pants!
It was kinda funny actually. He is not tall enough to go in the large potty so he started off doing some pretty impressive flat lifts of his body with his little hands on the rim of the bowl( which was horrifying from a mommy standpoint!) and lifting his entire body in an effort to get the weapon to its assigned target. This did not work very well, and once mommy had caught her breath from laughing the little potty was disassembled and turned into a step stool. He then proceeded to step proudly up and, now that he was tall enough, to begin to scream at me because he couldn't get it going right away. Then when he did and it was right on target we did a lot of screaming and dancing in the bathroom!
Which totally rocked because one of his presents was his first set of big boy pull ups (which of course got upstaged by the bizillion hot wheels his dad picked out for him, lol).
The little guy went off to sleep like an angel, and tonight mommy and daddy shall go to sleep with visions of a diaper free future dancing in our heads!
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