What the heck is wrong with me??? I have lost my Halloween. My daughter has no costume, she can't decide, and mommy has no suggestions. I haven't finished decorating and its laying everywhere. I don't know what to do on Saturday or Sunday, except deliver the damn paper, which will take all damn day(and we aren't even supposed to be doing this anymore).
Last year I had the house decorated, sewed Rebekah's costume and even took her to a costume contest(we used the previous year's costume because her's wasn't quite ready), but it was cute(see below).
Pixie Girl Halloween 2009
The Family...(ltoR) Me, First Daughter, All Boy Grandson, Baby Grandson, Son-in-Law, Sweet Grandaughter, Pixie Girl...ready to brave the rain and Trick or Treat!
Pixie Girl Dorothy at Trunk or Treat with a grown up Dorothy
I took this one morning after the doggie walk...though the photo does NOT do the beauty of the sight justice.
My first successful foray into the bread world...
of course I cheated by using a mix...and a bread machine...but...
it was still yummy with honey butter slathered all over it!
Yesterday we had the Daisy Girl Scout Halloween Party for our little fledgling troop!
All of the girls seemed to have great fun and the Trunk or Treat was a success! We were concerned that there would not be enough participants. The next meeting we will begin in earnest to teach them using the Daisy book so that the goals and objectives in place for them can be achieved. Hopefully we can start them on their Girl Scout journey with a firm foundation!
I thought this was a weekend, but I did more in the last two days than on any other two days last week...delivered the Gazette, atended a Fall Festival at a school where my child does NOT attend, went out to the local cattle call restaurant(NEVER again on Saturday), went to a movie, went to church, went to the grocery, recycled the Gazette, went to a birthday party...and NOW I have a headache and can't sleep...........................
You were the one who taught my sons about responsibility. You were the one who taught my sons to pitch a tent, start a campfire, open a pocket-knife, make cherry yum-yum in a dutch oven, let the chairs get blown into the campfire, paddle a canoe without drowning. You were the one who drove my sons home from Boy Scouts when I had to work and there was no one else. You were the one who presented my son with his Eagle Scout Award. You were the one who had faith in my son when no other men in his life did. You were the one who taught my sons to laugh, cry, stand tall and remember who helped them get where they are today.
Rick Gilbert, Ensign Daniel Denton, Ray Denton
You were the one who stood with my sons when their great-grandfather passed on. You drove all night to attend a graduation 9 hours away for a young man who wouldn't have made it there if not for your support. You were the one who showed an entire generation of boys what it meant to be a man of character, responsibility, resilience, and grace. You were the one who led 17 boys to their Eagle Rank. SEVENTEEN...in less than 10 years.
Young, college-aged men drove for hours to attend your funeral. Young men wrote poignant letters to be read at your funeral. Young men pulled out Scout uniforms and hunted up badges and neckerchiefs, to pay tribute to your memory. This is the legacy that you leave behind. So many wonderful boys and men to show the world what a man you were. You will be sorely missed.