CRAFT TIME: Halloween Party Invitations

I've got a lot of stuff going on right now.  Some of the biggest news is that I'm getting my very own spa room at a friends' salon.  Allison and Chaunah own Salon Trisse in St. John, IN and have been great friends and now great bosses.

One of the things they wanted to accomplish is to re-launch their salon which a short six months ago was owned by other people.  I tossed out the idea of having a month of Halloween activities leading up to a big Halloween/Fall Open House.  To get out the word to their customers I decided to create some Halloween party invitations.

Punching Is Fun

All I'm missing is the beard.

I'm still in a funk, and I've had several days in a row of simply being annoyed with people in general.  This annoyance will be detailed in another post, but today I got a reprieve from the grumpies due to comedy from a surprising source.

Children.

Someone Call Al Green - I Need to Know How to Mend a Broken Heart

This was SO not the post I was going to write yesterday/today.

The one I was going to write was a witty little piece about senior citizens.

And I really wish this wasn’t the one I felt compelled to start writing at 3:00AM.

Nefi was our baby.  We got her almost three months to the day of our wedding.  I remember the day well.  She was wriggling and snorting, running from room to room checking everything out.  She was a pudgy, wrinkly ball of love.  A crowd pleaser from the very beginning and I mean that seriously.  I don’t think anyone met her that didn’t fall in love immediately.  

I honestly think this is one of my favorite pictures of Nefi (on right)

I threw Chris a surprise birthday party and he wasn’t the person of honor – Nefi was the star.

Why I'm Glad I'm Old

Happy Birthday to Me - blurgh

I turned 40 four months ago.  I hated it.  Yes, my husband posted pictures of me dancing in a happy birthday hat in a Mexican restaurant, but inside, I was miserable.  To make matters worse, I was practicing being 40 for about six months before I actually turned 40.  When the subject of age would come up, I’d say, “I’m almost 40 and…”  Unfortunately, I’ve trained myself to always say that, so now I say, “I’m almost 40… crap, I am 40.”

However, over the past several months, I’ve been getting used to my new decade of life.  Then I got one of those stupid “When I was your age…” e-mails today.  You know the ones.  The adults tell kids how easy they have it.  “We didn’t have call waiting; we got a busy signal… blah blah blah.”  Really all it does is remind you that you’re an old fart.

When a Wrong Turn Becomes Oh-So-Right

Today, while running errands and thinking about how much stuff I had to get done today (and still have half a list to get through at 8PM), I made a wrong turn.  It was one of those things where to turn around would have taken just as long, if not longer, as making a large circle to the destination, so I pressed on.

I am SO glad I did because had I gone the right way, I would have missed the events of 175^th street in Hammond, Indiana on this glorious morning/afternoon.  Had I not been driving, I would have rolled down my window and filmed this.  Alas, I was, and pulling over to film little children seemed… well creepy.

New sport for dogs?

I always try to warn the local wildlife/pets that find their way into my yard. Squirrels, birds, cats... they like to lounge around in the grass.  Honestly, I don't know why we get all the neighborhood cats either.  We pick up dog waste immediately and have sealed garbage cans, yet one day I went out back and found four - yes FOUR - cats napping in the yard.

Come to my house and THIS is what awaits you.

Anyway, like I said, if I'm taking the dogs outside, I'll try to shoo everyone away by knocking on the door, call out the windows, etc... until they all reach safety.  Not that they've ever caught one of the visitors without divine intervention or would even know what to do if they caught one.  Still, I don't want to take the chance and/or worry that one could be sick.

This approach doesn't always work.

When to Perform the Puppy Heimlich Maneuver

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything on this blog and a friend reminded me of that a couple of days ago.  He said that he missed my dog stories, so this post is for him.

I need to keep slim
so I watch what I eat

Lola, the Chihuahua, is a very picky eater.  I’d say about 50% of the time, she doesn’t eat her breakfast and about 25% of that 50% requires me to sit next to her while she eats, or she’ll sit and growl at the pugs.  I’m like her little Chihuahua bodyguard.