Tonight the boys carved their pumpkins. Don’t tell Oma. He doesn’t like pumpkins. Actually, I don’t think it is that he doesn’t like pumpkins, I think it’s more that he doesn’t like how pumpkins put their ‘stuff’ in everything like a nosy next door neighbor.
A nightmare for Oma plays out like a scene from the movie Forrest Gump. Oma is the last to board a full bus. Walking down the aisle looking for a seat, Oma watches as passengers glare at him and say, “This seat is taken.” Suddenly, he sees him – like a beacon in the night. The kind face scoots over and invites Oma to sit down. Oma smiles, and extends his hand, offering a handshake of friendship. As Oma sits, his new-found friend shows him a picture and asks, “Have you ever been to a pumpkin patch before? You can make a lot of things with pumpkins. Pumpkin cake, pumpkin ale, pumpkin latte, pumpkin pie, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin …” Oma’s eyes widen in fear, and his face transforms into the subject of the famous Scream painting. The camera zooms in towards Oma’s mouth, as he screams an endless scream.
The kids do not have school today. This morning Joe is finishing his report about the sun. The report is due tomorrow. He pulled facts from books, and I helped him re-write the words for the actual report.
While typing up his report he says, “Mommy. You can’t go into the sun. You wrote ‘will find’ and it should be ‘would find’.” He went on to correct my spelling, “Mommy, the inside of the sun has the ‘convective zone’, you wrote ‘connective’.” The boy is in 2nd grade.
Give yourself a chance to catch your breath today. Just breathe.
I wait for it all year, the uprising of marketing’s favorite word for Halloween advertisements. The word is “spooktacular”.
During our walk last weekend, my friends and I came to an area covered with the creepiest kind of vine we’ve ever seen. My friend made the comment that it resembled a web. Her comment freaked me out, as I envisioned a big, furry, black spider coming out of the vines. *Shudder* Suffice it to say, this vine is spooktacular. Continue reading
Grosse Pointe Blank is one of my all time favorite movies. There is a scene with Jeremy Piven and John Cusack that I refer to whenever someone refers to “10 years” in any way, shape, or form.
Today I am referring to “10 years” because 10 years ago Rob and I were married. “Ten years, Man! Ten ye – Ten years! Ten years! Ten! Ten years! Ten years.” In other news, 10yrs ago I still had blonde hair. Alas, I lost the blonde after giving birth, but I didn’t lose Rob. I’ll put that down as a win.