That Time of Year Again?

I can't believe that September is almost over which means October is almost here and you know what that means.... Halloween. Yes, I have already purchased the Halloween candy (and hidden it not from my kids but from my husband!)

My five-year old decided months ago that he was going to be a knight due to the fact that the school mascot is a Knight and he has seen the life-size statue of the knight in the entry-way of his brother's school for a year now. Good advertisement. Thanks to Target I now have his costume.

Wannabe is still fascinated with all things Star Wars and keeps switching what Stars Wars character he is going to be every few seconds. I'm hoping to borrow my mother-in-law's Darth Vader costume. The kids love wearing all the costumes she has at the house. They play pretend in them, run around in them and play video games in them...
Sheriff seems to always want to be a ninja every Halloween but perhaps he'll choose something different if I can play some subliminal tapes when he's sleeping over the next couple of weeks.

As for myself... I never know what to be. The store costumes for women are never appropriate so you have to come up with something on your own and I'm just not that creative.

Brett has some options though... he could be a cowboy...

or a twilight character.

With all of the costume deciding I can't forget to choose a new creepy recipe to make.
I wonder which one it will be... Maybe spooky eyeball tacos?

Too Close to Home

Sometimes things happen that make you think about what your priorities are. Last night was one of those times. There was a fire on the mountain close to our home. As we watched the reports on the news and watched the fire from the street we wondered how close it would come to our home. Would we have to pack up and leave? What would we take if we had to go in a hurry. We did not have to evacuate thankfully, but the evacuation came to 15 blocks south of us. That's close. Four homes were burned in the fire sadly and I felt bad for the woman who said that she lost all of her children's baby photos.

I mentioned priorities right? Brett and I made a brief list of things to take if we had to leave. Baby photos were on my list. I was surprised by how small my list was as I mentally went through the contents of my house and realized that most things just were not important or could be replaced. Certain things I could not, however, and they included baby and wedding photos as well as my journals. From 2006 on I have photos on hard drives thankfully so those albums I could safely leave behind without crying over.

The weirdest thing I wanted to take though... my choir music folders. But that's just because I didnt' want to have to try and replace all the music before Sunday - I'm too lazy!!! :)

At Your Age...

I've always thought of myself as one who was not easily offended. A recent doctor's appointment however made me realize that I do have my sensitive spots. Let me backtrack a little however...

When I was younger I would get offended when someone would think I was younger than I really was. In fact my sisters thought this was REALLY funny. They would have people guess how old I was and of course they would guess 11 when I was in fact 15 or 16. Ouch!!! April and Sheri would laugh and I would go lick my wounds in my bedroom.

Even into my 20's while serving as a young women leader I would get mistaken as a teenager. REALLY? I thought. Oh to be back in my 20's now...

This year I turned the dreaded 4 0. No one is mistaking me as being younger than I am. In fact... I had the opposite experience happen to me at the doctor's office when I went to get my hand checked out by a specialist. I had slipped on the ice in my driveway back in January. I went in to have an x-ray back then which cleared me of any break or fracture so the primary care doctor said it was probably an injured ligament or tendon which would heal on its own. I wore a splint for a month and a half. Well here we are in September with my hand still bothering me. I decided to see a specialist. In the course of my appointment he used the phrase, "AT YOUR AGE..." three times!!!! I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped. HONESTLY??? How old does this guy think I am??? So his theory is either arthritis or a fracture (because doctor office x-ray machines aren't the clearest).

I'm hoping for a fracture because AT MY AGE I don't want arthritis!!!