Trudging On.

I will be faithful to Namblopomo. I will. It really should be year-long. I always hope it will light a fire under my ass, but, you know, LIFE HAPPENS.

Here is my current slew of crappy pictures; the first contains my 'award-winning' pumpkin I carved at school. I arrived to work at 9 and my boss asked me to carve one for our college's contest. I went for the tried and true Jack Skellington - he's there on the right -

I must admit that I knew full well that people (especially college-aged ones) would vote for my pumpkin for their love of Tim Burton as much as for my carving skills. But HEY I won FIRST PRIZE over-all, so, you know, WHATEVER WORKS.

Shane's pumpkin is in the middle, Tully's pumpkin is on the left, and Stone's pumpkin is un-carved, sitting on my dining room table with some indian corn I bought today, looking festively Thanksgiving-ish.

Here is Tully, dressed as a pirate, with Shane's annoying fog machine cranking out fog by his feet-


I swear I couldn't breathe all night because Shane kept that thing spewing all night. Blech. But much thanks to Ariane for finding a brand-new $40 Target fog machine for only $6 at Goodwill! You've made my husband's dream of exterminating his family through slow suffication come true!

And here is Stone's bizarre get-up:


He's wearing a crazy giant purple hat he found at Birdland and begged me to buy for him, along with a vintage green velvet coat that belonged to his grandmother, and to top it off, he added a black crushed velvet cape. So he was some sort of nightmarish Mad Hatter/Pimp/Meth Addict. I dunno...

It is REQUIRED that even if you don't want to actually trick-or-treat, you must still dress up and go along with dad & your little brother. Why? Because I said so, and I'm your mother.


And judging by this picture, I'm just a wee bit insane.