Who knew that Captain Jack Sparrow rides a pink beach cruiser?

Halloween was so much fun this year. Even though it was way too hot, Kate was old enough to enjoy all of the festivities and say, "Trick or treat!" And on top of it all, we got some really good candy, none of that 'made just for Halloween and doesn't even have a name' candy. Score!

She thought the pumpkin needed some hair.

A lil' left over Ranch dressing from dinner on the finger...because we decided to pick up some fried chicken and eat outside while we carved. Multi-tasking at its best.

On Saturday night we joined our family and friends for a hayride and trick or treating. M to the Izz-A, my cousin Ben, and our friend Clay decided to ride bikes behind us as we drove to my aunt's subdivision nearby. Why? Who knows?! They can never do anything normal. It turned out to be a great idea however, because they were able to ride the kids around a little so that they didn't get worn out too quickly. Turn in early? Never! Mama's on a mission for some Shock Tarts and Butterfingers!

Cousin Kennedy and Kate

My aunt's dog, Rocky, was a horse for Halloween. See the cowboy saddled up on his back?

Grandma and her granddog, Rocky

Thanks for this pic Mrs. Peg!! It's my favorite!


One of the greatest highlights of our weekend was Saturday's FL/GA game. The Gators showed the Dawgs what was up, as predicted! I love my Orange and Blue. Winning against a big rival feels good...and tends to make those monthly grad school loan payments a little less painful. Anyone feel me on that one?!

Unfortunately Georgia's black helmets didn't help them out as much as they had hoped.

Maybe next year they should try pink?!

I meant to do this last night

Wordless Wednesday on a Thursday... Arghh!





Last night was the costume party for our children's department at church. This little pirate leaves the 's' sound off of a lot of her words right now and so she kept saying, "I'm gonna 'care em!" (scare 'em)


Oh, and how many of you did one, if not all, of those gender predictor tests, even if just for fun, when you were pregnant? (The Chinese Lunar Calendar, the ring tied to a string, and even one involving Draino?!) Yes, they're just old wives tales, but did you guys try them and did it end up being accurate?

My sisters and I love junk like that! Sal Gal and I googled them on Tuesday and had way too much fun.

And then we played M.A.S.H.

Because sometimes he really does deserve a good braggin' on

I need a refill in the energy department. Over the past week, I've felt like I'm pushing against a brick wall just to get through my days. Heck, just today I came home and got myself ready for bed and in my pj's before even starting dinner.

I've found myself tired, hungry, and loving to cry. Well, not loving to cry, but doing it anyway. And not necessarily for sadness. I cry for all emotions at this point: happy, sad, angry, content, grateful and giggly. It actually makes for a great, yet awkward, conversational piece.

You're crying again?

Yes.

Oh.

Conversation over.

And the even stranger part? I don't mind it. I like being pregnant and all of the weird side effects it brings. The tiredness makes me sleep like a baby. Love it. No more lying awake in bed making to-do lists after to-do lists. Too tired. It's actually been pretty good for me.

I also tend to have this 'everything and everyone is pure and genuine' view of the world when I'm pregnant. Strange I know. Because normally I can be quite the skeptic. But now, someone can just smile at me in passing, and if they looked the least bit genuine while doing it, I'll wanna go up and hug them and throw out the famous Britney Spears phrase, "Aww, you're so sweet!" Ewwww.

My sis, Sal Gal, even called me out on it the other night on the way home from LNO. It seemed like after every statement someone made, I felt compelled to end it with, "Aww, I love them. " She just looked at me, put her arm around me and said, "Oh you're so pregnant."

Obviously I say "aww" a lot lately. Ewww again.

But don't get me wrong here, I also have the raging, mean-woman inducing hormones going on as well, which can lead to a less than pleasant side, but I try my hardest to keep it in check.

And I fail miserably most of the time.

Thank goodness M to Izz-A is such an understanding husband.

And if you've read my blog for very long, you know I don't use it to constantly brag or dote on M to the Izz-A, but sometimes I do like to share the little things he does that make me love him. I want you to see what I see...

At our weekly Sunday night gathering with friends, we had a hot dog roast (that ended up getting cooked on the grill) and roasted marshmallows to make s'mores.

And this is how M to the Izz-A spent most of the evening. Every time we looked at him, this is what we saw...

It's things like this that make me want to have tons and tons of babies with him.

Tons and tons being code for two or three.

Easy does it.

And on top of all this, he knows how to put me in dangerous situations, like he did tonight:

3 tubs of Blue Bell ice cream. (Dutch Chocolate, Southern Hospitality, and Georgia Peach Cobbler...to be exact)

The guy knows what he's doin'.

A fun night, minus the animal droppings and freaky clowns

We took Kate to the fair last night and she absolutely loved it. Well, she loved the rides, but was scared of the clown and thought the animals stunk. Her exact quote when we walked through the animals stalls was, "Shoo-wee." My thoughts exactly.

This year's musical bonus was the fact that they blared Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me". Twice. A little different than last year's musical highlight of the night.

I mean really, what's a night at the fair without Def Leppard pouring some sugar (preferably the powdery funnel cake sugar) on me?

Maybe he should have thrown a pair of sneakers into the gift bag?

M to the Izz-A is finally home! He strolled in around midnight and I managed to stay up until he did, which is late for me. I have the bedtime of an 80 year old. We stayed up 'til about 2 am with him sharing his stories and photographs. I'll post some pics of his trip soon, but for now, here's what he brought home for his two favorite gals.



For Kate:









And me:



Handmade jewelry and a pair of havaianas.






And he bought us a pair of matching bands made from coconut. It looks black in the photo but it's more dark chocolate brown, like..well, coconuts. :-)

We're happy to have him home. Please remind me next week that I actually said that I missed his little hair shavings around the sink. I may have been a bit delusional.







Last Wednesday night at church, right before our Beth Moore study group was about to begin, I sat down and crossed my legs, because I 'm lady-like, right? Not so fast. I'm pretty sure it's impossible to be lady-like with shoes like these:

(Pic taken with my phone)


I knew I was going learn something that night, but little did I know that part of my learning would occur before the class even began. One glance down and there it was in black and white. Literally.

Take a big guess as to which one is mine. You know how sometimes you think that your shoes may be a little bit dirty, but it's not until you see them next to a pair of bright, white new ones that you realize you were only kidding yourself? They're not just dirty, they're filthy and frankly, down right disgusting. I could feel them wanting to hide underneath the metal chair.

Thanks for opening my eyes Kristin, to the poor excuse of shoes that I so blindly sport.

Yes, Mama does need a new pair of sneaks. But ouch! Nothing like a fashion (or lack thereof) slap to the face!

You get the idea

M to the Izz-A returns home tonight and I am about as excited as excited can get. I feel all giddy, like a high school girl waiting on her prom date, like a bride waiting on her groom on their wedding day, like a pregnant woman waiting on a sack full of Krystals.

Oops.

They all conjure up sweet thoughts in my mind.

So now you know what my thoughts will be consumed with today... tonight's sweet homecoming, not the Krystals.

Alright, maybe both.

Wordless Wednesday

Kate and cousins, Halloween 2008