Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Annie's lost soul and a product endorsement
...and I cried for the first time since, I can't remember when. I DO have a soul afterall. Hooray for having a soul!
If you don't have one of these three tier cake stands, don't walk, RUN! to Michael's and buy one. They make even cupcakes from a box and frosting from a can look good!
The answer to your question would be, "Yes!"
Voices Carrie smiled even though Mom made her wear a turtle neck in the middle of the summer in the 70's.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Don’t let Halloween sour, here’s my three-fold plan to avoid a Montezuma’s Revenge-style Halloween.
Usually, the kids on our street would just make the loop around our neighborhood on the Redlands. But, if we were lucky enough to talk one of our parents into driving us over to the nearby neighborhood of Panorama, we could collect triple the candy in half the time. We were even luckier still if we could then go to Monument Village, where it was rumored they passed out full-sized candy bars!
By ten o’clock the morning after, I almost couldn’t believe it myself, when I reached down into the bottom of my once heavy laden pillowcase to find it completely empty.
What a pathetic sight I must have been. A pink, fuzzy, rumpled mess with a dented and dilapidated crown, having fallen asleep in my costume, surrounded by wrinkled and empty candy wrappers with half a masticated Tootsie Roll in my mouth and the other half stuck to my hair, turning my pillowcase inside-out just to find one lonely, crumb and lint covered candy corn. I, nine year-old Annie Clark, had eaten my weight in candy.
What happened after that, as I am sure you can imagine, was the worst tummy ache in the history of all tummy aches.
I still cannot look at a piece of candy corn without feeling a twinge of shame and regret for that night of binging and debauchery.
I know there are many of you out there that can recall a Halloween from your own childhood when the sugar rush wore off and the gastrointestinal difficulties began.
Having learned my lesson the hard way, I have created a plan to help kids avoid a Montezuma’s Revenge-style Halloween. The plan is three fold; it’s all about prevention, intervention, and moderation.
The prevention part of my plan consists of pre-trick o’ treating dinner. Make sure your little wizards and witches have their stomachs full of “real food,” before their big night of haunting.
First, start by setting a fit-for-a-ghoul Halloween table. In order to keep the cost low, heaven knows I’ve already blown a wad on costumes and candy, I just use my holiday dishes, Halloween decorations I already have on hand and some skull straws and an orange table liner I purchased from the dollar store.
Now that the table is set, create “mystery menu,” from the meals you were already planning on serving. If you are having spaghetti, change the name to “Worms and Gut Sauce.” Or, if you are having chili, change the name to “Ground Goblin Brains with Beans.” Just be creative with the names. If you have young boys, like me, you’ll score extra “cool mom” points for the gross-out factor.
Adding food coloring is another inexpensive, but fun way to add some creepiness to your Halloween dinner. For instance, Black as a Bat Meat Loaf or Purple People Eater Chicken Pot Pie.
With their stomachs full of a spooky, but square meal, a few pieces of candy before bed shouldn’t be a big deal.
I recommend that all the household candy go into a communal bowl. Then (and this is the best part of my plan) mom and dad go through the bowl and pick out any candy that may be “tainted,” i.e.: Snickers, Peanut M &M’s, or Twix. They can keep the Three Muskeeters, in my opinion.
This ought to whittle the cache down quite a bit. What you do with the “tainted” candy is up to you. (Wink)
This is where the final costume of Halloween is donned, that of “Candy Cop.”
Keep your communal candy bowl in a secure area where you, as the “Candy Cop” can dole out a few pieces of candy at a time over the next few days, weeks, or months.
Last year, our communal candy bowl lasted us until the day before Christmas. All the “good stuff” was gone the first week. By December we almost had to force ourselves to finish off the Bit O’ Honeys, Necco Wafers, and Boston Baked Beans. Who passes that stuff out anyway?
Tis’ true I have rarely met a piece of candy that my stomach didn’t agree with, but as proven by “1980s Annie” without a little prevention, intervention, and moderation, too much of even the best of candies can sour a holiday.
For more ideas and recipes for a Halloween Dinner visit:
· Familyfun.com for Worms on a Bun
· Allrecipes.com for Kitty Litter Cake
· Thriftyfun.com for a Day Old Bath Water Punch
· Britta.com for Decayed Corpse Chips with Entrails Salsa
Friday, October 24, 2008
Someone is pregnant, again!
Cute cupcake invitations made by Darcy.
I made cupcake marble magnets for the guests. Thanks Elastic, for the idea. I wish I was a better photographer, I couldn't capture how cute these turned out.
Did you get that the theme was ducks?
Speaking of babies. Have you dropped in on _________ to congratulate her on her pregnacy?
Thursday, October 23, 2008
You have to have a Plan B
"What if they don't win? What if these superstars of the political world don't reach their goal? Then what?"
That is a question I am asking all of you today. One of them is definitely not going to make it. I don't imagine them going back to their home states and continuing their politcal carrers. One of them is going to need career counseling. Here is your chance to give me some suggestions.
P.S. Whoever created this picture, I love them and their mad fotoshop skillz! That would have been a completely unstoppable partnership.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
What is your parenting style: Cheerleader or Coach?
Monday, October 20, 2008
Mom, what does V.I.P mean? It means people who are smart enough to donate to the campaign.
Just one of thousands.
My plan was a total wash. We stood in line just.like.everyone.else. After an hour of inching our way up to Security, they decided to close up shop and just let us all in, sans bag check and metal detectoring.
See the little red dot in the middle of the picture? That is her! That's as close as we got.
The snazzy outfits didn't score us V.I.P seats, but we sure had a good time anyway.
Had I not seen Sarah Palin in Denver last month with Voices Carrie and El Jefe, I would have been pretty disappointed in how tonight panned out. See how close we were at the Denver rally? (above)
Conservatism is alive and well in small town America. "Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!"
Sarah Palin in my hometown, today!
Friday, October 17, 2008
A conversation that may or may not have just happened. An Anniethology Endorsement. And, my children ARE normal
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Joe the Plumber for President!
Go Joe the Plumber!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Family Foto Flashback
Monday, October 13, 2008
Thoughts for a Monday morning: An exercise in free-writing
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Anniethology Would You Rather?
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I ♥ October!
Witchy Witch is motion activated. I love to see people jump when they approach the front door. Muwahahaha!
I love bacon. I love chocolate. The only thing that tastes better than chocolate is bacon. I think if I made and sold chocolate wrapped in bacon or bacon wrapped in chocolate.I would be rich. Really rich.I think I could make a bajillon dollars selling my chocolate/bacon combo. Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid (D) said that the economic crisis is not "our" fault."Our" being the regular people. He pointed the finger of blame at Bush and top business executives.They may have their culpability, but Harry Reid is wrong.Anyone who is living beyond their means is to blame.Any person or business who uses credit to pay the bills or make payroll is to blame.Anyone who bought a house with a mortgage they can't afford is to blame.A mortgage is a product. Just like chocolate wrapped in bacon. Just because chocolate wrapped in bacon is amazing, doesn't mean you have to buy it.Just because I will make it, market it, sell it, and feed it to you, doesn't mean you have to eat it. It's time the government, big business, and the regular people live within their means.And when I point the finger at you (not you, but you) I have three more pointing back at me.