Happy Halloween

I was going to take Ryker trick or treating. Honestly, I was. But then he slept until 4:30 and was a bear when he woke up. I had to get supper ready and well, frankly, I didn't feel like dragging him out in the cold to get candy from the handful of neighbors who were passing it out. So we stayed home. He's not quite two. He doesn't understand the concept of Halloween and he isn't allowed to eat candy. (Unless his dad sneaks it to him and then he is bouncing off the walls) I figure he has plenty of trick or treating ahead of him. I just wish I hadn't wasted the money on the costume. He sure is cute in it though.

My Thrifting Buddy

Lately Ryker has not wanted to go thrifting with me. He screams in the cart and throws things out. Yesterday was no exception. My sister took me to Goodwill and Ryker wanted nothing to do with it. Then I took out my camera. The sure fire way to get Ryker to stop throwing a tantrum is to take his picture. Guess he is too embarrased by his outbursts, that he doesn't want his behavior caught on a picture.

Z Is For ZZZZZZzzzz

page from What shall We Do With the Boo-Hoo Baby

I am a night owl. I find it difficult to fall asleep before 11 p.m. Don't even try to talk to me before 9 a.m. unless you want your head chewed off. Unfortunately, everyone that lives with me is a rooster, up at the crack of dawn. It is very hard to live with roosters. They are so noisy! Doors slamming, silverware banging, feet stomping. What is wrong with these people? Even on weekends, they are up before the sun. And they are always in a good mood. What is a night owl to do?

Excuse me while I take a nap...

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Y Is For Yellow Train

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Saturday Centus: The Number You Have Reached...

After months of battling cancer, she lay in a hospital bed surrounded by family. It was time to say goodby. She took her last breath. Silence filled the room. She was gone...

It's hard to let someone go. After her death, he called her every day to hear her voice. " Hi. Leave me a message." He knew in his heart she would never contact him yet he continued to call.

A month had passed and he dialed her number like he had done before.  Instead of her cheery voice, he heard "the number you have reached is no longer in service." He realized he needed to let her go.

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