back to work

Yes, call me crazy.

I am ready to go back to work.

A week off was a good little break

to get me ready for the next three weeks

until Christmas holidays.

Haven't had a chance yet to go through

all the pictures I scanned at Veronica's house

on Thanksgiving day

but I have some good ammunition

against some of you out there....

Tedi and I hit the

black Friday shopping world

on Friday but thankfully

we only went to Houma because

by 12 I had had enough but did

manage to buy me a tree for my

mantel for so, so cheap.

Will post pictures eventually.

Yes, I have been lax but beginning today

I will be back out here entertaining

you who still read, critique,

this blog.

Happy Monday to all!

what's lil giving on thanksgiving?

Well all I am thankful for, of course!

The holidays this year are different for me.

Having one child married living over an hour away

and a family who lives an hour the other way has me

torn on exactly what to do over the holidays.

Ronnie being in Alaska, well it just finds

my immediate family separated.

Because the car is not exactly fun for me

I dread sometimes knowing I have to get in it

and make the trip to visit those whom I love.

It wasn't until yesterday morning that I made

my final decision on what exactly I would do

but as usual, once I make my decision it is pretty final.

I called Rod and texted Kd to say Jesi and I was coming

over to have supper with them.

Kd had worked so I planned to leave in time to get

there about an hour before she got home,

go eat and back in the car to get home.

Oh, how thankful I am on this Thanksgiving day that I did.

Sometimes inside of myself, I want to believe

it's not such a big deal if I miss a holiday with my

children, why after all they are big kids now...

Jesi and I get there and there is so much for Roddie to

share with us. There is the brand new truck he

just bought him that is amazingly beautiful!

Rod doesn't show excitement often anymore

but this he is happy about,

showing Jes and I all the features in the truck

and offering to drive to Fat Daddy's so we can

ride in his new wheels.

He saved me some poo-doo breast wrapped in bacon

stuffed with cheese and Jalapenos that he

cooked for Kd the day before.

Those things were amazing and I devoured them!

He fills me in on all his hunting adventures and there is one

moment, he bends down to get something and he

is looking up at me over the kitchen counter,

he is telling me something but I am just staring at

him as I get a flashback of him as a little boy

saying, "Mom, I need some loving"

I am amazed that this man once lived in my body...

sometimes these thoughts are just surreal.

Kd comes in and she is so tired but she puts on her

happy face and we go to Fat Daddy's

where the poor-boys are amazing

and the fried portabello mushrooms are to die for.

As we always do when Jesi and Roddie are together,

we reminisce of old times.

I watch Baby Girl remember things with her

photographic memory and spill out stories

that Rod and I have forgotten until she mentions them.

Kd is laughing so hard she is crying and

Rod and Jesi are laughing at their memories.

Again, for a little while I am amazed that

these two grown children belonged to me at one time.

I am transported back to the times they are

speaking of, I am their Mother, I was there,

I remember and I am proud.

They are beautiful in looks, they are beautiful in personality

and they came from me and the only man

I ever loved, their Daddy.

I look over at Kd and can't remember her not

being there, so thankful that my son

found this wonderful woman to share his life with.

I am overwhelmed with love for these three young adults.

Honored that I am still important enough

in their lives that they still enjoy time with me.

My heart is full, there is nothing I want.

So today I head down-the-bayou to spend time

with my Mumsie and family that I grew up with myself.

Veronica, as always, comes through for us who make

the trip down there. We can always depend on her

for something on the holidays.

I long for her house most holidays just because it has

always been her house I spent holidays at as my

children grew up.

After Mom sold the family home to C and Ted

Veronica's home became the gathering place.

Except for Xmas eve when we would meet

at C's for that holiday.

Every Sunday when my kids were growing, she would

cook and we would gather.

Sometimes we played board games,

sometimes we just gossiped

but being together was the most important.

Always her house and I still want it.

I want it and the people who meet there,

I want my Mumsie there with me.

I want to see my nieces and nephews and their offspring.

So I end this long-winded blog

by adding a prayer that C taught me when I was

little, one she made up and I said every night while

growing up just because, at the time, it covered everyone:

GOD BLESS MY MOMMA AND DADDY

SISTERS, BROTHERS, NIECES, NEPHEWS,

AUNTS, UNCLES, COUSINS, FRIENDS,

THOSE WHO I LIKE AND

THOSE WHO I DISLIKE

AMEN

Of course, these days I have to add

husband, children...

but the prayer today is still appropriate:

Happy Thanksgiving to all

Don't forget to journal,

What are you thankful for?

Mumsie story...

Every once in a while I miss the Mumsie I used to have.

The one who would pop into your home unannounced,

boss around everyone in the home, fuss my kids,

open the pot to see what I was cooking...

Yes, I did say I missed that Mom sometimes.

Why? Because she was also the Mom who

you could call to pick up the pieces of your

shattered day and she would fix it.

Whether it was watching the kids,

cooking supper, she was dependable.

However I would trade the old Mumsie

for the one I have right now at this time.

I have never seen my Mumsie happier, funnier,

easy to get along with.

Her dementia can be aggravating, like when she

hides her money from herself and can't tell you why

or where she hid it.

She is really good at hiding it and forgetting where

she put it. So Monday C is looking all over for her

black money wallet before Bingo.

It is nowhere to be found and C calls me for ideas.

Well I am just a little frustrated because it seems like

every day we are searching for the wallet.

It is not found so yesterday I head that way early

determined to find the wallet/money.

I tell myself "be patient"

she doesn't remember where it is.

Of course, by the morning she doesn't even remember it is lost.

We begin the hunt looking in her favorite spots

then I hear from her end of the room,

"Look where it is, in my shoe!"

She is laughing so hard she can hardly say it to me.

I am laughing in shock myself.

"Mom, in your shoe?"

"Don't ask me, Lilly, why it is in my shoe"

Well we are now both laughing so hard we can't talk.

Finally we calm down and call C

I tell C we found the wallet but I'll let Mumsie tell

her where she found it.

she gets on the phone and starts:

"C, I found my money in my......"

then she is laughing so hard she can't talk.

This, this is the mumsie I so love today.

I have never seen her so cracked up as this and

she really can't tell C the word Shoe.

By the time I get on the phone

C too is laughing up a storm.

Oh, what a way to begin the day.

Oh, I would not trade this Mumsie for anything in the world.

I fear the day she dies because not having

this happy, go-with-the-flow, woman in my life

will change me forever.

Dementia is not always a bad thing,

in Mumsie's case, it's made her better than ever.

ANYBODY EVER HEARD OF NORMAN VINCENT PEALE?

Let me inform you guys this morning.

Norman Vincent Peale was an inspirational author

who wrote way back in the 1950's books on living happy.

My friend, Tanial turned me on to his writings about

7 years ago and I am now a fan of a man who

is now dead for many years.

I own three of his books all rolled into one

with the titles being:

THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING

THE POSITIVE PRINCIPLE OF TODAY

ENTHUSIASM MAKES THE DIFFERENCE

Had to buy this on ebay because I don't

believe his books are in publication anymore.

Yet what he writes is sound advice for all

no matter how young or old you are.

He grounds me into knowing exactly what

type of life I can have and reminds me that

ultimately it is my choice.

So today I would like to share with you all his

formula for:

MAKING ANY DAY GOOD

1) THINK A GOOD DAY- to make a good day, first see

it good in consciousness. Do not allow any mental

reservations that it will not be good. Events are largely

governed by creative thought, so a positive concept of the

day will strongly tend to condition it to be as imagined.

2) THANK A GOOD DAY- give thanks in advance for the good

day ahead. Thank and affirm a good day.

This helps make it so.

3) PLAN A GOOD DAY-specifically and definitely know

what you propose to do with the day.

Plan your work and work your plans.

4) PUT GOOD INTO THE DAY- Put bad thoughts, bad attitudes,

bad actions into the day and it will take on bad characteristics.

Put good thoughts, good attitudes, good actions into the day

and the will make the day good.

5) PRAY A GOOD DAY- Begin each day with that powerful

affirmation from Psalm 118:24: "This is the day that

the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it."

Start the day with prayer and finish it the same way.

Then it is bound to be good even if it brings tough experiences.

6) FILL THE DAY WITH ENTHUSIASM- Give the day all

you've got and it will give you all it's got, which will be plenty.

Enthusiasm will make a big difference in any day and in any job.

So today, this is what I share with you,

old Norman Vincent Peale

and wishing all a great day!

thanksgiving holidays begin after today

Before I begin my blog,

picture is of me and our school granny taken at

school, she is in her mid 70's and still works everyday!!!

My job as a school nurse can be very challenging

but it is the very best job for me.

Today I focus on the glorious 9 days off I will

have after finishing my day today.

To be able to feel that excitement of a week off of school

at my age is the bomb.

Remember being a little child,

the day before holiday or summer vacation?

The excitement you felt just thinking

of no homework, no going to bed early,

waking up early,

all routines could be blown because

"SCHOOL WAS OUT"

Excitement is in the air at my school.

Kids are being happy,

coworkers are counting down the hours

knowing we are coming back

for just three weeks before

Christmas holiday is even exciting.

Pray for the little children who are not so happy.

Who's lives are easier by coming to school

because school is a safe place

where they get two hot meals,

hugs when they need it,

discipline when they need it,

Where many care about their future.

Pray for our schools also

for those children who enter it

angry and ill, who try to make it an unsafe place

just because they hate their lives and

want others to pay for it.

Pray for us who daily are a part of all these

children's lives.

Help us all to focus on what is really important

and help us to do the right thing in each

individual situation.

It is hard sometimes to see the things that

some children must face daily.

Things that even we as adults, couldn't do.

Be thankful for the children you get to

take home at the end of the day,

of those that you call family.

Don't hate me because I have 9 days off,

what, you say?

I said:

DON'T HATE ME BECAUSE I HAVE 9 DAYS OFF!!!!!!!

ooooh, the green eye of jealousy is not becoming

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

momma's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Okay, so I like the the song in the title

and I love this picture...

Yet, my words today are about growing up way, way,

too quick.

On Saturday I went to Thibodauxville

and while there ran into many students from my school.

One such 4th grader and her Mom

were spending the day and one of

my 4th grade boy students and his mom

were also with them.

I hugged all and then asked what they

were doing.

Mom of said boy tells me that this little girl

is her son's girlfriend so they are spending

the day at Thibodauxville, a little "date".

I like to fall on the cement.

I jokingly tell the children they are

too young for that!!!

Yet it bothers me.

It bothers me that parents support this

type of behavior at such a young age.

They grow up so fast without the

encouragement of parents

and dating and boyfriends, well

it will come soon enough.

I don't know, call me old-fashioned

and yes, you probably hear this all the time,

but in 4th grade I didn't even think of boys.

I was too busy playing,

playing with my barbies,

drawing pictures of homes I wished to have one day,

loving my little nieces and nephews...

For me, this is not cute,

I guess because now being the mother

of two grown children,

if I could go back,

I would be selfish with time spent with my children.

I was the kind of mother

that did many fun things with Rod and Jes,

I was the type of Mom who went outside and played,

I was the one who went to picnics and parks

with my kids.

Yet, it passed way too fast.

There were too many times that I settled

with friends over so I could have time to myself.

I pray my children have enough childhood memories

to last them,

to remember that we did have lots of fun.

However, just like time does,

I wonder, do I have enough memories?

I have no regrets,

but if I could go back,

I would be more selfish and make them

spend time with me more.

When asked to play,

I would say yes more and be aggravated less.

I would treasure the times that I had,

when I and their Dad was their sole-decision maker.

When I had full reign of planning their days,

When I could have made their days

whatever I wanted it to be.

So my friends,

discourage "dating"

tell them they are too young for it.

Stand up to the parents who think this is cute

even when you wonder if something is wrong with you,

Keep them young and young at heart for as long as you can.

Spend less money and more time on you children.

I often say there are true cases of attention deficit

but there are many cases of

deficit of attention.

I see it all the time in the world,

at my school.

When the world is full of middle school children

who are pregnant well,

do we need to encourage,

I think not!

Just my opinion, of course,

who am I to tell people how to raise their children?

No one of course,

except old aunt LIL who

loves all of you and your offspring,

who has just a little experience and knowledge.

To share my thought with you,

Have a good Thanksgiving!

been a while

It's been a few days since I posted...

Probably because my bbff

(blog best friend forever)

has not been around here to give

me his opinions.

Hopefully Mikie will be back

on track soon blogging

just isn't the same without his

sweet sarcasm!!!!

Really though,

hope to be getting

back into the blogging world soon.

Just kinda lost my

MoJo for a little while...

THE DEATH OF PAIGE DEJEAN

A 7 year old girl is tucked into bed by her mother

while her daddy is fighting a war in Afghanistan.

Her brand new 3 week old sister and another sibling

is also asleep. Laying near her is her cousin.

I wonder what little Paige dreamed of as a stray

bullet comes into what should have been

her safe place and hits her in the neck.

Her Mother hears her terrifying screams

to find that her oldest child has been

shot in the neck.

She dies later that evening.

Her father was on the news yesterday,

talking about the call he receives from

his wife before he makes his 4,000 mile journey

to bury his little girl, Paige.

He speaks of the confusion inside himself.

The joy of seeing his new baby daughter

for the first time only to realize

that the task at hand is to

bury his oldest born daughter,

his baby girl.

He will never be the same

I pray they now let him stay home

to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives.

I am angered that these two 21 year old punks

are now saying,

WE DIDN'T MEAN IT, WE WANTED TO SHOOT A CAR.

What do I say?

Yes, you meant it, you punks,

If you left your home, your safe place,

with a loaded gun,

you meant to cause trouble,

and you did,

you ruined a family.

What should happen to you all?

Well you should put on military greens,

fly to Afghanistan and fight for

your freedom as little Paige's dad

was trying to do for you.

No jail is good enough,

the death sentence is not good enough,

Go where it is legal to carry a gun.

You can shoot cars there as you run from

stray bullets and pray that they don't hit you.

What does this Daddy remind us?

Never send your children to bed with either of you angry.

Always tuck them in, say you love them,

forgive them for any wrongs of the day,

ask for forgiveness for any mistakes you may have made.

Kiss them and hug them because

one day you may find yourself, like him,

no longer able to do this.

LAY LOW, LET IT GO

I have a few sayings that i like to use,

my favorite being,

FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT

I learned this one at alanon many years ago.

Made to remind us that

your attitude is up to you.

If I am unhappy, tired, aggravated,

I say aloud,

FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT

Yesterday while at work,

I hear one of our older teachers

who is coming up to retirement say:

LAY LOW, LET IT GO

Well this one stuck with me and I just know

it will become one of my favorites.

What does this mantra say to me?

I don't have to control issues

and I don't have to be the leader all the time

to make things right.

I can learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes

and let it go.

Especially when it doesn't involve me.

Sometimes I want to be righteous and fix

things that aren't really my business.

Sometimes I get my feelings hurt and can sulk

forgetting that some things are not made to

be taken personal.

If I

LAY LOW AND LET IT GO

I will realize that the world is not out to get me.

If I am truly honest,

I must realize that to the world,

I am not important enough to be out to get me.

So I will now live by this motto

I will be a happier person.

Thanks Debbie for stating this

simple fact.

hey brother, where art thou...

If you are taking Aleena and Steve (mike)

to the bayou today make sure when you get to Thibodaux

you guys go to

Jean Lafitte Museum.

It is free and awesome with much history

of the cajun history.

It is located on the bayou side of highway one,

the part called St. Mary.

It is on the bottom floor of the local library here

in Thibodaux,

If you guys get to Thib. after 4:00Pm Call me,

because I need to send something back with

you guys for M

love and have fun!!!!!

flippin right...

Hugh and his parents begin their travels today.

Missing a week of school will be cool,

something to flip over,

missing brothers and sisters, well not so cool.

Heavy hearts and hopeful thoughts,

that is what goes on when a family

has to be separated for any time.

Because Rebecca and Mikie are

very private about their little family,

I will not be sharing much on the blog

about their journey but couldn't

loose the opportunity

to let them know,

I understand the emotions going

through you guys right now.

Soon everyone will be under one roof

and all will be well

have some fun while you guys are in Ohio

and know much love abounds you.

and more pictures of the weekend...

Tiffy and I at Southdown plantation

those aren't wrinkles you see on our face,

the sun was in our eyes and we were squinting ;^)

Had to get a picture of this brick wall

but the girl didn't think it was so special...

These two cousins are way too cute together,

when they get to spend time with each other,

you will often see them just like this...

Cami read through the whole shower,

a true book worm I must say...

Pregnant momma's

There is nothing like a beautiful pregnant woman to get me

thinking of how right everything is about babies.

My philosophy on babies are none are mistakes.

There are mistakes made by people involved in

their coming, but the child itself, is never a mistake.

They all come to us with a purpose

and they give me hope of better days.

As for this little boy who is to be called Zachary,

Well, there is just everything right awaiting him

when he arrives.

He has two loving parents who can provide for him

in every way imaginable,

two parents who love each other and are committed

to giving him the best life they are possible of...

He has a pee-pee teepee to protect his parents from the pee-pee

that will come out of his wee-wee...

He has a Mother who will proudly sport him no matter

what way she is to carry him...

He has two auntie's one who will be his godmother

to spoil him rotten and tell him yes when his

mom and dad say no...

he has numerous family members who will love him dearly

and give him diapers and necessities he needs for

daily living, like this one Tie made in the form of a wreath...

He has other second cousins who are artistically talented

like Jesi who painted this beautiful picture of Christopher Robin

and his friend, Winnie the Pooh...

Love from his Aunt Lil that never runs out for any little children

born to this family...

Cousins who will travel to all his birthday parties just

to hang out with him...

A gramps to teach him all those things that aren't

necessary to life but necessary to enjoying life...

Oh, and of course, I mentioned the two

parents who will love him unconditionally

who are about to find out just what love

truly means,

a love that you would die for,

a love that you would sell every earthly possession

just to have him with you forever.

A beautiful family, a lucky baby,

that is all I have to say about that!!!!!

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS...

This weekend will bring me plenty of joy.

First thing is one of my godchildren, Tedi is here

with Tiffy to spend the weekend at

AUNT LIL'S RETREAT HOUSE

yes, They have come for a little rest and relaxation,

time spent visiting and doing fun stuff.

This morning we are heading out early

for garage sales and this afternoon,

will be visiting Southdown

for their annual craft show.

Tomorrow myself, Jesi, Mommee, and Kd

will head towards Carencro

to spend the afternoon

with my oldest godchild, M

as we celebrate the soon-to-be-here

baby boy she houses in her belly.

She and Andre's little baby boy

will be here in January and tomorrow is her

baby shower.

Can't wait to see her and all the people

who will gather to celebrate with her.

Aleena and Mike/Steve will also be there

so I am excited about this whole weekend!

Be safe and take my love with all of you,

wherever you may go.

MARY MAGDELEN

Last night I did go to St. Genevieve church to

view the relic of Mary Magdalen.

I wasn't going to, her time of arrival had been

pushed back to 6:00 pm and thousands were

expected to be there.

Yet, I went anyway,

just thinking that this once-in-a-lifetime event

never to have happened before was

within walking distance of my home,

well I just couldn't miss it.

I arrived at church at 6:00 pm

and was lucky enough to squeeze into a pew

to begin the wait.

The priest who made the trek with MM

gave us a brief talk

reminding us that never has a relic such as this

has ever toured the United States and especially

not to "wherever he is"

He gave a brief history of exactly who MM was thought

to be, a prostitute who was forgiven and befriended

by Jesus Christ.

She was there when he was nailed to the cross,

bending down on the right leg,

the shin bone that we were to view tonight.

She was believed to be the first to witness

the resurrection of Jesus.

He also reminded us that we can choose to believe

or choose not to, that there is much history

he has studied to prove this but

he was not here to argue his point but

to allow MM to do what she does best,

bring peace to people.

He explained that MM was just a regular human

just like us all who chose to change her life

and become hope to others.

This relic was not thought to bring

miraculous healing or miracles but

to bring hope, prayer, faith to many.

She has done that by her travels

she is here to relieve burdens of many

and she brings giggles to others.

She reminds us to laugh, to giggle.

Many people were holding rosaries, prayer cards,

cloths, flowers, all for the simple act

of rubbing on the glass that encases this relic.

The traveling priest explained that these things,

can now become our own relic.

I always have a rosary in my purse,

given to me by my friend, Sarah Day,

from Rome blessed by the Pope.

I take out my rosary so as to be able to say

it touched the relic of MM.

The procession begins and at about 8:00 pm

I get my chance.

A very small darkened bone enclosed in

a rounded glass casing....

I hold my rosary up to the enclosure,

thank her for being here.

I thank the priest for bringing her to us.

I am not moved, I don't feel differently by this act.

I turn to leave and this is where I am moved.

The church is once again packed, shoulder to shoulder,

with people awaiting the second round of viewing.

I walk outside and there are thousands of people lined

up to enter our little church of

St. Genevieve to be part of the peace

this relic seems to bring wherever she goes.

This moves me to tears.

That with all the pain, wars, killings,

crimes, starvation, suffering in the world,

these people, myself have come out

to pray in mutual belief that we can

do our part to make the world a better place.

I am glad to have done this.

I slept last night the best I have in weeks,

I awakened this morning with no back pain

whatsoever.

Coincidence?

probably but I choose to believe that

my sacrifice has brought me freedom from pain

for one night.

Thank You MM

hope you enjoyed your Thibodaux visit.

IF IT AINT ONE THING IT'S ANOTHER...

I have decided that if I don't do one thing, I must do another.

I am a person who must be inspired or I tend to get lazy.

Yes, you heard it, I can be lazy.

What inspires me?

Well walking and listening to music does it.

However, there are days that I just can't walk.

On those days, my head is not as positive as I'd like it.

I don't write like I want to,

I don't use my thoughts like I should.

I tend to want to focus on the negative instead of the positive.

It's not the way I like to roll.

Background to this story is that

Chase's grandmother, Mrs. Sue called me on Monday

to ask me if I knew if and when the relic

of Mary Magdalen was coming to St. Genevieve church.

I was embarrassed to say I didn't know,

embarrassed because this is my church and I should have known.

Embarrassed because Jesus' best friends thigh bone

will be at my church and I didn't know!!!!!!!

I have been lax in my church going or taking the fast way out

by going with Mommee at the manor.

Because I promised to find out and call her yesterday

and because I couldn't walk yesterday and had

plenty of time, I decided to go to church that morning.

I did find out for Mrs. Sue that the

relic of Mary Magdalen is in fact going to be at

St. Genevieve from 1:30pm to 9:30pm today

(in case you are interested in visiting)

but I found out oh, so much more!

I stand there in my newly renovated church and realize

I need the ritual of my catholic faith to be the

person I want to be.

Not because I believe attending church gets me closer

to God, a better place in heaven.

I don't even believe you have to attend church to be

the most faithful person.

I do believe it is something I need in my life,

because I love the place, I know I am a better

person when I attend, it inspires me,

nourishes me to give back to others in the way

I want to.

By beginning my day by taking the focus off myself

and praying for others I am a better person.

Right there, in this beautiful church,

I make a promise not to God because really,

He loves me no matter what,

but to myself:

If it ain't gunna be one thing then it'll have to be another...

So if I find myself not being able to physically exercise,

then I will have to either exercise spiritually or mentally.

You ask, ( okay maybe you didn't ask but you are going

to hear it anyway) How will I mentally exercise?

By either journaling, reading something,

learning something, creating something.

I must exercise:

PHYSICAL, MENTAL, OR SPIRITUAL EXERCISE.

One or the other, no more excuses,

no more laziness!

Love to all and do some form of exercise today!

THE SAINTS ARE COMING

YES, THE SAINTS ARE COMING,

TONIGHT THE UNITED STATES WILL HAVE

THE CHANCE TO WATCH THE

NEW ORLEANS SAINTS

PLAY MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL.

FOR SO LONG OUR TEAM WAS LOOKED UPON

AS A JOKE FOR A PROFESSIONAL FOOTBALL TEAM.

THE LAST FEW YEARS HAVE BEEN USED

TO MAKE A BETTER NAME FOR OUR TEAM.

THIS IS OUR YEAR,

THIS IS THE YEAR THAT WE

COMPLETELY CHANGE THE WAY

THE SAINTS ARE LOOKED UPON.

NEVER DO I REMEMBER THE SAINTS

EVER BEING 6-0.

LETS HOPE THE REAL DREW BREESE

KNOWS THAT HE DOESN'T PLAY FOOTBALL

WITH A HORNETS BASKETBALL.

HAVE A GREAT MONDAY

AND WATCH THE SAINTS PLAY TONIGHT.

...MORE HALLOWEEN PICTURES...

Jesi always has to laugh, just can't get into character...

robin the hood riding "chaalie"

Kisses for dog

Chase's impersonation of a pirate

dog in hot pursuit of a criminal, his wife enjoying her endowment

Jesi enjoying the endowment...

Kris again riding "chaalie"

self-explanatory

Jesi and Kaylee getting ready for the football game

glow-in-the-dark ball...

Jesi and Chase's football uniforms...