Halloween

Once upon a time, a long long time ago...
when I was a little girl...

Here are my Halloween memories as a child. Please leave your favorite memories in the comment section. Thank you.

1. My grandma gave me a man made out of carrots held together with toothpicks for my Halloween treat. (I know, a what now?) I thought it was so awesome I kept it until it was withered and wrinkly. Much like my grandma. :)
2. I was a carebear for Halloween one year. Not one of those cute store-bought ones, but one my mom made. I have to say, it was pretty awesome from the outside but man! it itched me so bad. Also I had cut my own bangs recently. Off. Those are some cute pics.
3. Once I was trick-or-treating with my dear friend Julie, who was a bride. I was a baby, which was the style at the time. I think we were on our first house when her dress caught fire on a jack-o-lantern and we had to put her out. I forget what happened after that.
4. My mom never let me use a pillow case as a candy sack because it was "greedy." And she wouldn't drive me around to the rich neighborhoods after we were finished with our neighborhood either.
5. After Halloween I would usually play restaurant and make up a menu with the loot I had and sell it to my friends for other better candy. Always the entrepreneur.

I LOVE HALLOWEEN! I am way more excited for my kids to get dressed up in their costumes than even they are, I think!

Mouse Tails

Today I was pulling out of our "driveway" when I noticed something scurrying across the dirt toward the garage. The garage door was on its way down and I stopped and watched what I realized was a mouse running to get in the garage. It was just like the Indiana Jones scene where he barely slips under the door and then grabs his hat. Only this time I was really rooting for the door to win and crush his guts.

Dang Garage Door. Too slow!

My Baby's One Tough Cookie.

 

 

 

Long Story Short. I myself have a tiny attention span so I'll keep it sweet. We were at a friend's house last Saturday night and Cydnie tried to hug their dog. The dog bit her across the face. Sliced under her eye and put a puncture wound in the other side of her face. I held my cool pretty well, I thought. I called the ER and my dear friend was the nurse on duty. She said if it didn't look like it needed stitches just clean it out really well with soap and water and put neosporin on it. So I did that. The next day it was looking red around the edges so I really wanted someone to look at it. I tried to get in to both of the clinics here and couldn't. So the next day i finally got in to one and the doctor came in and said, "What took you so long, what'd you do, Walk?"

I swear everytime I have to go into the doctor for some reason other than a regular checkup I get offended. I'm sure it's just me. Would that have offended you? If you tried to get in before that and their clinic turned you away and then said that to you??

Anyway, on with the story. By the time we got in to the doctor, my dear friend's husband who owned the dog had "taken care of the dog so this wouldn't happen again" if you get what I mean and so could therefore not be tested for Rabies. A different doctor had taken over my case by the next day and informed me that since we couldn't test the dog, and knew it hadn't had its rabies shots, and Rabies is a fatal and untreatable disease my baby would have to go through the Rabies series vaccination. Immediately.

So we went to the hospital and they gave her four shots in the face and one in each leg. That scream is something no mother wants to hear and is absolutely undescribable. It was a torture scene. Tears were running down my face as I watched her; there was nothing I could do. She kept screaming, "I'm done! I'm done! That's enough!" and "I want a soft shot!"

Nightmare.

Later that day when I got home, Sadie didn't get off the bus. A new panic. I called the bus garage and they said she never got on the bus. So then I called the school and no one would answer. So I had to drive 10 minutes back into town in hysterics looking for Sadie. I got out and full on ran into the school back to her classroom. And there she was. Drawing on the chalkboard. She had gotten confused about how parent-teacher conference works. She knew I was coming to meet her teacher and thought that meant don't get on the bus. Anyway, both crises are resolved and I ended the day with a party w/ my girlfriends at my house. We had a blast. :)