no tricks and different treats

Ah, teenagers!

For so many reasons, Daniel just was not feeling Halloween; and like so much that is right now my youngest child, my only son as a teenager, I just wasn’t sure how to feel about it all. But rather than wallow in the sadness and melancholic feels that come when your babies grow up I decided to punt because any mom of teens knows that is what you do a lot when you’re raising up these teens.

That doesn’t mean that there was no candy.

Ya gotta have candy…it’s Halloween.

But for something completely different, tourists were our chosen costumes.

Tourists in San Francisco.

As touristy as we wanted to be all day long!

Perfect day in the City by the Bay.

I’m a damn good punter.

Meanwhile, the grand ghouls represented the Family Circus well in the Trick or Treat trenches

…as Marceline, the Vampire Queen from Adventure Time…

…and Dorothy Gale.

things left behind

Somewhere in the middle of the Mohave Desert along US Highway 95, you might find a 2012 Ford Focus driver’s side windshield wiper.

No, I did not stop to retrieve it. If you see it, you are more than welcome to it…if it is usable.

It’s not the only thing Daniel and I left behind as we headed back to The Big Top.

It never is easy to leave a piece of your heart hundreds of miles away from home.


Meanwhile back to home, back to juggling.

It has been that kind of day getting back to reality complete with laundry (too much laundry), a dirty dog, and a Big Top just waiting for the maid me to clean.

I might need a couple more of those, son.

literally not the best time to buy shoes

Here is where it confess that when it comes to my feet, I am the biggest, prissy Princess and the Pea kind of person ever. Perhaps it is because more than 25 years of spending 12 hours or more on my feet during busy shifts I have come to realize that I must be kind to my feet and they will return the favor. Because of that I would be the last person to wear new shoes to run a half marathon or to a wedding as a bridesmaid or to work without breaking them in just a little bit…or perhaps a lot.

I’m a big baby when it comes to my feet.

So it should come as no surprise when packing for a 5 day trip to Arizona which would promise lots of of walking…LOTS OF WALKING…all over the ASU campus and parts of Tempe, I packed shoes meant for walking…walking all over ASU everywhere for a few days.

I’m a sensible kind of woman…

…and a big baby when it comes to my feet.

Then came time to pack Daniel’s suitcase and as I am doing so he comes to me and says, “You know mom, my shoes have been too tight lately.” I refuse to feel guilty because he is a thirteen year old boy. He can absolutely put on his own shoes. Yes, I should be checking for fit since he is on human growth hormones. I should. But the thirteen year old boy can come to me and tell me his shoes are too tight and he did.

Mom win!

Hurray for new kicks for Fall Break. Hurray for new kicks for the thirteen year old boy that are NOT little kid sized! We like that. We like that a lot.

So off to Arizona and ASU we go.

This sight makes me happy for so many reasons.

After almost two days and literally ten miles of walking everywhere there are sore feet and blisters.

Perhaps not a mom win!

Definitely not a mom win.

Also it would seem that I am not the only Princess and the Pea kind of person when it comes to feet and shoes. Thank goodness he packed some flip flops.

Thirteen year old boy win!

And this, this is an all-around win.

He can work on breaking in those new kicks when we get home tomorrow because Fall Break goes on for the rest of the week with, hopefully, not as many miles to walk each day…he hopes.

photo dump: the wedding edition

I know I have been rather coy about my sister’s wedding, especially about my bridesmaid dress. Then I teased a little, and a little more. Then I got all secretive because it’s the code. But I did offer a little peek. And then…nothing because of lame excuses like back to school and moving a child to college far from home and selfies and PTA rejects and a new tattoo and life.

But, at last, one month later.

Rehearsal because you need to practice.

But before it gets TOO boring…

strike a pose…

or two.

And share hugs.

And eat and drink because the next day Ange and Matt are getting married!

But first we need to get the bridal party ready.


But first let’s strike a few poses…

And melt because it is hotter than balls…even if we aren’t wearing literally 14 layers of tulle, which I imagine is almost as hot as menopausal hot flashes that soak your hair and dress while posing in the hotter than balls sunshine…then again I’m not sure because I have never, ever worn 14 layers of tulle.

Wait. One more pose.

You know, on Pinterest this seemed like a really good idea…

Okay, time to get this party started. The officiant is here and he likes to start on time.


Bridesmaid badge unlocked.

And my sister is a Mrs….soon to be Dr. Mrs

Definitely something worth celebrating with cake.

As soon as they slice it up.

Beautiful adventure. Beautiful day. Beautiful Mr. and Mrs.

Thank you little sister and brother in law for sharing it all with my beautiful family.

I still never get over the fact that I had a part in all this beautiful-ness that is my family…and this picture reminds me of that again.