I really don't have much. Just can't believe it's already November. I'm going to boot camp three mornings a week. It's kicking my butt. Lunges. Pushups. Toy Soldiers. Burpies. Jump Rope. There are many forms of torture. This week my soreness is gone and I'm already seeing improvement. Yippee!
Let me toot my own horn (TWSS). I was the best today at the heisman exercise. Finally something I can do! Whoot!
The ginormous bucket of candy at our house has got to go. The kids brought home a butt ton of candy from trick or treating.
|Zombies were all the rage at our house. It was the first year I let the kids have scary costumes. Such a mother milestone.|
|I'm such a proud zombi momma.|
|Doug played the electric guitar, with the amp blaring for all the neighborhood. Kids couldn't decide if they thought he was real or fake. He did jump at a couple of bigger kids and got some screams.|
Later in the evening Doug matured, and moved on to the fart machine. It's remote control. He got some good giggles. I'm pretty sure I'm married to a 13 year old.
Many people gripe about the older kids, not really dressed up coming around for candy. I'm okay with this. What I don't like are the van loads of families that come into the hood. Then each kid has two bags. This one is for me, and this one is for my cousin. WTH? Your cousin can do their own dang trick or treating. And how is it that all 10 of you hoodlums have a cousin who needed you to get their candy? Makes me want to slap some kids....or really their momma.
I'm gonna have some wine tonight. Not sure what I'll sip on. Did I tell you that I've got a Napa, California trip coming up soon? Exciting! There is sure to be LOTS of wineing going on.
Happy Whining and Wineing!