Hoss

This is Hoss.







Papa brought us Hoss a few weeks ago and we did not want him to go bad so we waited to cut into him. Hoss is huge.

Daddy dug out all the "guts" and Baylor and I pulled through all the guts to get the seeds. Papa wants them so that he can grow some Hoss pumpkins.







Eliza was right up there with us. She loves doing anything all together, as long as she is the CENTER of it all.




Callan said that it had to have a scary face. The internet helped us out with a pattern, and mommy drew it on. I think Daddy needed a little knife tension releif, because he would not let me do the cutting.




The Hoss in all his lit up glory.

Community Helper

It was community helper day In Silas' class today. He chose doctor because we had a full costume, and he is all about wearing a costume to school. He did not want to wear the mask, and he did not want to wear a tag that said Dr. Jones. He also did not want to take a picture until his Nommie told him she wanted to see it on "the blog".

Just the right words

I have struggled for a while now with the "to post or not to post" question on my political views. I was raised to believe that you just do not talk to others about who you are voting for. It is a matter of personal belief and opinion. And being the people pleaser that I have always been, I have chosen not to step on any toes. My vote has been cast, I have done my job.

But here in the final strech... I am scared. I am scared for our country. I am scared not only for what happens within it's borders but what might happen all over the world based on our election. Other countries are watching, other countries are laughing (and I am not just saying that... we know people in other countries that have told us so).

I do not like to open my blog to contriversial topics, because I know that I have a wide range of people who check on us Joneses. But when I found this today, it spoke volumes with so few words. And it sums up my feelings right now.

Our neighborhood is going down the drain

Where we live is really growing. When we first moved here, there was a small landing strip airfield, and you had to drive at least 20 minutes to the grocery or get any fast food. Now, we practically have it all and here lately people from all over have been moving in, and they bring with them a different culture and different entertainment ideas. For example, on my drive to school either kids or a gang marking their territory have graffitied a symbol on most all of the outdoor electrical units in the yards. I have seen a few different ones. But last night, WE got hit. I have never seen a symbol like it and I am sure it stands for something really bad. We have called the officials and they are looking into it and they think they have a culprit in mind. In fact, they said that it is a gang from LA staking its claim...LA... Lower Alabama that is!

Paybacks, friends, paybacks!

I'm knocked up...with TWINS!

I thought that might get your attention- he he he!

Last night we attended Hallo-palooza at our friends house. It was a costume required party, and we had a blast.

Brent and I chose to be "the famous couple with 6 kids from all over the word" only I got tired of drawing tattoos with Sharpie all over my arms (with help from my neighbor Stephanie) and decided to only have 4 kids but be knocked up with 2 of them.
Here we are before the party, With little "Z" in tow.




Our party was hosted by none other than Fla*va*flave and D*licious.



Our hostess required that we break off into teams and do an all over the town scavenger hunt. And when I say all over town... we were seen-AS A GROUP- entering the Tar-Jay, Cr+acker Bar+rell, Pub*lix, Domino#s, and two random strangers yards for a photo op with a yard full of decor, and an "O" sign.

Group One: Minnie and Mickey, Gangsta and Rapper, Fla and De, Wilma and Fred (sorry about the eyes closed Fred, it is the only shot I had).



Group Two: The blow up party dolls, Bobby and Sonja in their HS and College years, Sandy and Danny, the "lina" and the "pitt".(Sorry, trying to avoid celebrity stalkers on the blog). I thought I was being all crafty "hiding" in my big coat, but THEY made me take it off to go into our destinations. If you had only seen the looks on the faces of the patrons at the eating establishment where we rocked in their big front porch chairs. Everybody in the place stopped and stared.



I need to add that there were 4 couples missing. We wish you would have been there, we had a blast. And go here for a close up of all the fab couples.

Flashback Friday

Can you guess which one was me in this preschool picture?

NO?

Let me help. I am the little girl dressed like a hussy with her belly showing, AND holding Superman's hand. What exactly was that... MOM? Because it looks like a clown colar gone wrong. Or maybe it would have been better paired with a Tropical CanCan skirt and a fruit hat. Really? I wore that to school, like where I painted, and colored, and napped? And I DO remember napping because the girl on my right told me a scary story about a china doll and that is why to this day my china dolls are in boxes, taped and sealed in the attic.

Funny enough. I remember these kids, very specifically. Just from looking at the picture I remember 8 (maybe 9) of the kids names. And I remember that blanket Margaret is holding, and I remember that David had the biggest outie belly button I had ever seen. I wonder where they all are now?

Dear Disgruntled Tar-jay Employee-

I understand how scouring through the 30% off section of Men's Clothing to pull out the "gotta go's" can be a bothersome and lame task. I understand that you probably did not get up this morning thinking that you could not wait to get to work, because you did not think you could go another day without organizing and revamping the men's clothing section. I get that! However, I was working on a costume for my husband. I already bought him one shirt and he liked it but wanted a different size. My only task at the Tar-jay for the day was to trade out that very shirt that I found a week ago in your section. You, my friend, decided to park not one but 2 carts around the 30% off shirt section with all your discards and scanners. You also saw 3 customers trying to search around you and not once did you offer to pause in your pursuit of organization to let us look, grab, and get out of your way.

So, what did I do? I parked my 6 passenger cart a few racks over so that I could squeeze in without disturbing your system. I left 2 happy children waiting for me to find the perfect shirt for my husband (AGAIN) in a different size. They were minding their own business talking back and forth when you proceeded to scold them for no reason what-so-ever. Now, I have no problem with people telling my kids that they are doing something wrong- strangers even. HOWEVER, my kids were doing NOTHING wrong. Yes, I was a few steps away, and yes my child dropped her "Taggie B" and her brother was getting down off the 6 passenger cart to retrieve it for her. But you had no right to get in my child's face and tell him he needed to sit down or he was going to be hurt and in trouble. He is 3 years old and I allow him the choice to buckle or not in those bench seats because there is a platform for him to stand on and the cart handle to hold on to (and that is exactly what he was doing when you decided it was in your best interest to get on to my child). He was not standing in the back of a cart, he was not standing in the seat. He was a few inches off the ground... and it was none of your business. They were not bothering you in any way, or in danger of any kind of injury. In fact, you had to walk over to them to fuss at them.
I am a regular Tar-jay visitor. In fact my hubby told me to back it down some. Never have I encountered someone whose purpose on the job was to upset and scare children for no reason. I looked for a manager to complain to about you ( and I don't do that) but I could not find one and decided that perhaps I would let this one slide. But, lady... I promise you I will be back and next time I will not be letting it slide.

Signed,
Momma Bear

(AHHHH... There, I feel better now)