Pumpkin Festival

Every year there is a festival called the pumpkin fest. The kids have a great time and we get to walk with them until they are too tired to move. The two small girls rode a pony and everyone had some ice cream. It was a good time had by all.Then we came home and got in to the pumpkin carving.

Up close of my carving.

Lani with the black cat she chose.

Trista with the purple butterfly she made very clear that she wanted.

Ana getting her autumn leaves, but I forgot to take an up close pic of it. Yeah, mom of the year again.

Trista, not quite sure if she is going to enjoy the ride or not.

Looks like she loved it.

Pinata that a friend made.

Another pinata

Trista with her ice cream.

Jims pumpkin is on the right and mine is on the left.

Up close of Jims carving.

Morning Bliss = Angry Husband

I work the night shift. Mornings have never been my thing. I generally do not get to bed until well after midnight which means that if I am awake before 9 am beware of the mommy. The hubby has YET to be able to get the oldest child ready for school without waking me. He was recently let go from his cake walk job at crummy job place so now he is a stay at home dad which makes me the bread winner so to speak (he gets a retirement from his 25 years in the Navy but its only enough for the house payment and a car payment. My check covers everything else.) Therefore it is hubbies job to get oldest child to the bus stop and come back in time to get the other two out of bed and fed and dressed without noise. This does not happen.

This morning I woke to my smallest child calling for me at 7 am, the butt-crack of dawn apparently because the sun was not shining, it was completely dark. This means that winter is around the corner bringing snow, biting cold, long walks up my iced over driveway because the dang SUV I bought is not a 4x4, and of course tax season!

Dreading all of this in the course of two minutes the small child calls for me again. I decide to get up and go get her, perhaps I can coax her into coming back to bed with me? So, I make the LONG trek to her room which is across the house, noticing that hubby is sitting on the couch playing on his computer, oldest child is in the bathroom staring at herself instead of brushing her teeth, and small toys litter my house like small bombs that will rip a foot apart on an unsuspecting mom who is barefoot as she walks through the house. Hubby ignores small child and me as we finally make our way back to my room to lay back down.

Mom and small child fall back asleep together for another two hours. It was a beautiful morning. I got up and got both of my girls dressed I was happy because finally I got some sleep. The hubby had left the house without saying more than two words to me. Once they were dressed the girls headed off to Mamaws and Papaws house to find daddy. They found him and he came back to the house with them, grabbed his keys, and left in the truck, still not a word to me.

I am not sure why he was and still is angry at me today. At least my house was nice and quiet before I left for work putting me in an amazing mood. I wonder if the silent treatment will continue once I arrive home again?

A bit of Nastalgia

So the other night Jim (the hubby) informed me that one of his teenage idols was coming in to concert in Atlanta. I believe his name is Joe Santini but since I didn't care at the moment of this name being spoken to me I could be wrong. The hubby informed me that this artist played Jazz guitar. Meaning to me that there are no words to the songs that he plays.

Now, don't get me wrong. I LOVE (I mean LOVE) Jazz music. I played in the Jazz Band in high school (we almost took State so yeah, I'm a huge band geek.) I also went to a bar while I was in high school (at least we thought it was a bar) that our band teacher was playing jazz music at. (I swear we did! Just ask Elaine!) I snuck into a bar with an illegal ID card when I was 18 in San Diego to listen to the jazz band play. So yeah, I love Jazz music. However, I do not believe that the electric guitar and a set of drums constitutes a "Jazz Band". I was not enthused at the idea of purchasing tickets for a two hour show of nothing but the whining of the guitar. I said no way am I buying tickets, sorry hubby. He sighed and agreed only after having made me listen to a tape that he had of Joe playing. (Yes, you read it right, I said a TAPE of the guy.)

I haven't seen a tape in over a decade I think and here it is that the hubby has a stack load of them in the entertainment center. While going through it to find the tape he wanted me to listen to he happened to find an old Scorpions and another Eurythmics tape. I happen to like both so I stole them. I also happen to have a tape deck in my car which came with a six CD changer. Go figure right? A tape deck and a CD changer in the same car stereo.

True Blood and the yummy actors

How is it that there are people out there in the world that are as good looking as this guy? I know, I know, he's actually not all that great according to my normal standards of "must have at least 10 inches of muscle on his arm that looks like his thigh". Yeah he's blond with those light blue eyes and sexy facial fuzz, but really, really, white and has a seriously narcissistic attitude. I am not saying this because I know him personally, I am saying this because he is Alexander Skarsgard otherwise known as (better known as) Eric Northman from True Blood the series on HBO. He is a vampire. Nuff said right?

I must be attracted to him because he is older than me (everyone knows I go for the old guys!) and also because he is Swedish, much like myself. (My parents always called me the Viking in the wood pile because of my blonde hair and blue eyes while the rest of the family has dark hair and dark eyes. Of course I wouldn't mind being caught in a wood pile with this guy.)

Alright, I am totally done gushing over an actor that we all know is soooo not the person you expect them to be when you meet them for real. I would love for him to remain Eric Northman while this Alexander guy can take a hike.

Yes, I know there are other actors on this show and the title of this blog is "Yummy Actors" but this is the only one besides Sam Trammell, who plays the shifter, (he changes into animals! I mean he changes the meaning of doggie style!) that is worth talking about.

Creepy Dog!

So a little bit after Simba died (our German Shepherd dog). I found this little Chihuahua dog getting attacked by a much larger dog in the street. I scooped him up and of course took him home with me. No one knew who he belonged to and I never saw any ads for him either. He became "Junior" instead of "mutt that mom found" and is now part of our family that all three of the girls just adore and treat like a baby. He didn't listen for the longest time and never came to his name until very recently. I admit that perhaps I was a bit judgemental when I asked Jim one night if it was possible that the dog didn't listen because he only spoke Spanish.

Anyway, this dog is creepy. He LOVES to just look you in the eyes and get really close to your face. He never licks you, he just stares at you. You pull away from him fearing that you may get a dog tongue across your lips and he gets closer as you try to get farther away but again he never licks. He is just plain creepy sometimes.

Macon County Fair

Here is the scarecrow that Ana entered in to the County Fair. She was so excited about it that it had to be the first thing that we went and saw. I think it looks better than everyone elses there of course, but then again I am a little biased aren't I?

This here pig is 815 lbs. I couldn't believe it. I have never seen one quite so big as this guy. The kids thought he was awesome but smelly and Trista told me he needed a bath. Otherwise this was the only interesting thing at the fair. We walked and walked and walked, we saw cows, fainting goats, chickens, and of course bunnies, sheep, and lambs. Then there was a kids booth that the girls played in for hours. We were really tired by the time we got home and Trista was asleep in the car before we even left the parking lot! I wish I could still sleep in the car but I don't trust Jim's driving to get us home alive so awake I stay. I crashed as soon as we got home.