HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

As some of you are aware, I was working a haunted hay maze this past Friday, jumping out of corners, scaring teenagers, who would actually be far less easy to scare if they would close their mouths, but since they talk continuously you always know where they are.  It was the most fun of this entire fundraising endeavor.  One teenage boy knocked his girlfriend on her butt attempting to get away from me, another fell on his face in a mad dash when I freaked him out by being one place and then when the maze diverged in an area that would meet up again, I was in front of him when he came out the other side.  It was good fun.  I enjoyed myself and of course all the girls screamed until I thought my ears would bleed.  It helped that some of us are so familiar with me maze we know our way in and out practically with our eyes closed, which is actually beneficially when you're attempting to scare the pee out of young people.  I had an old hatchet I carried around, it was real, but so dull it wouldn't have cut anything even if you tried. I was there until almost 1am, but the fact that I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time helped make being up that late (may be a first in yrs for me) worth it!

I'm including a pic of how I looked for the maze.  It's not my Killer B costume, of course (unfortunately, I didn't have my camera on me to take a pic of that!  I took the maze pic costume when I came home in the wee hrs of the morning).  I wore the Killer B during the day and the little kids were staring at me going, "I don't get it."  My daughter, however, did and proclaimed that I am very silly.  Anyways, I digress, this is what I looked like for the maze:

I know, I was looking HOT!  :D

I hope you all have a marvelous Halloween!  

F.T.

Preschoolers on field trips all day long.  I think my brain has atrophied due to exhaustion.  I'm not made for such things.

When Things Become Too Much

I've been a bit stressed lately.  I have a bad tendency to get involved in things too much, where I try and do everything for everyone and belatedly realize I'm up to my forehead in stress and a hairs breath away from a massive breakdown.  I volunteer a lot, I know most of you know that and while I do enjoy helping, sometimes it becomes too much.  I'm either at the school or the hospital every day and that includes the weekends.  I do field trips throughout the weeks this month with the kids every day I'm not at the hospital, which is Tuesday, Thursday and Friday.  On the weekends I work at the school fundraiser that's happening this month, sometimes all day from 10:30am - 9:30pm.  I realized last night, as I was going to bed at 8 something because I was so exhausted that I'm spent.  I woke up this morning, looked at my house and had a panic attack (I'm a wee bit obsessive about my house, it doesn't have to be perfect, but clean is good).  My daughter and my husband helped me get everything in order.  I adopted a stray cat that was in a parking lot who was very hungry and flea infested, when I went to lunch last week too, which is odd, because I hate litter boxes, but he's sweet and he loves me and I'm keeping him.  At any rate, in order to not break down again I meditated and decided to think about all the things that make me smile.  Here is a short list:  

My friends (you know who you are and I love you)

Nora's laugh

My husband's kisses

Simon & Midas (pets)

Yoga or a run

Pumpkin spice coffee

*takes a sip of pumpkin spice coffee*  See?  Bliss.  Be well.

SIMON ROBERT H.

Music I Love

My Attack Puggle

I apologize for being the worst blogger ever!  I could use the fact that I've been busy, out of town and sick as an excuse, but I won't. :)

One of my sister-in-laws got married last weekend.  That was interesting.

I know some of you know this, but I'm going to share a few conversations that took place with my father-in-law over the few days we were in Virginia visiting for the wedding.

Dad: I turn left?

Shell: Yeah, left, right.

D: Right?

S. No!  Left!

D: This left?

S: No, the next left.

D: Where?

S: By the steps.

D: Which steps?

S: Those steps!

D: Those steps?

S: Right!

D: Right?  Now?

S: No!  Left!

*drives past road*

Shell: I'm older than Ms. Thompson

Dad: You're older than Wisconsin?

Shell: That's because of the booze.

Dad: The boobs?

S: Booze!

D: Foods?  Whose?

S! No, booze!

D: Jews?

S: Boobs!  Crap, I mean booze!

D: Boobs?

S: Just drink your boobs and shut up, Tom.

I love him.

On the way home we were stuck in Atlanta (God, I hate flying through that airport) for a few hrs too long, but made it without having to spend the night there, so I wasn't complaining too much.

Then after I picked up my much missed pup from his dog-sitters and had gone to bed I hear this crazy barking and anyone who I've ever talked to about my dog knows he doesn't bark.  Really.  I've had him since 2009 and I've heard him bark maybe 3 times.  So, obviously I jump out of bed to see what all the fuss is about and there's my dog going nuts and it's dark and I can't really make out what he's so upset about, so I go back into the house to get a flash light.  My husband then walks into the living room and asks me whose dog that is (lol) and I tell him Midas and he's as stunned as I am, so we both go out, with the flash light and there's Middy having it out with a armadillo!  I realize what it is and I yell at my dog, honest to god, "Midas!  No!  That's a armadillo!  They're linked to leprosy (I read an article about it one time) and ... and...they have germs!  No!"  He, of course, ignores me and continues his battle, until the poor armadillo turns around, obviously having no knowledge that I'm standing a few feet behind him and heads in my direction.  Oh my!  I squealed and my little pudgy pup lost his mind!  Chris had to intervene and I grabbed Midas and took him inside.  My husband, however, was rather impressed with his new killer instinct possessing dog and kept letting him back outside just to watch him bark.  *rolls eyes*

Here's a pic of my fearsome guy.  Don't mind the butterfly wings, he was playing dress up with Nora.

Yawning.