Happy Halloween From The Lamphere's

So Today, while I was watching our friends son, I decided to carve pumpkins. leave it to me to be the stubborn one who tries to do the HARDEST ones in the little booklet. it took me OVER 3 hours to do both of them. And I plan on roasting some Pumpkin seeds here, soon.

As a kid, My Favorite Halloween Show to watch around Halloween was Disney's 1958 the Legend of Sleep Hollow and I always loved the Headless Horseman. I think I am demented because I was watching it like 20 minutes ago and he is kind of creepy and cole even said "Mom, Scary!". I heard it was banned, but I 'm not sure what for.

So, Here is my Headless Horseman. :)


And Another one I did. it looked the coolest on paper. but it was super hard to do. I needed a flatter pumpkin to do this one and unfortunately mine was REALLY round this year. I did this one for the kids. they did help somewhat. like hiding my carving tools on me and trying to eat the pumpkin guts....


But they both turned out well. which I'm glad for. they are WAY better than last years Even!

It's weird how teenage drama movies can make your whole life better...

I've kind of stepped away from blogging. I don't really know why. I'm sure no one really cares (;])...except for the grandparents I'm selling out by not posting pictures of their grandchildren. (hey, sorry, I can't find my Cord for the Camera and that is NOT an exaggeration or an excuse, since we had our floor done, it disappeared and I have not been able to find it. True Story. do you think I would NOT post pictures of my awesome floor? Seriously)

Anyways, For the past week, I've felt incredibly sad, burnt out, and annoyed with pretty much everything. I ignored phone calls, wanted to sleep most of the time, cried a lot, basically I was in a nasty funk and it wasn't going away and that is DEFINITELY not like Me. Ask my Friend, Rachel.

Not even RETAIL therapy helped...I know I said it did on Twitter, but it really didn't. I just felt depressed that I bought clothes that were once my size that aren't my size right now and felt like a total cow trying to squeeze my butt into these pants that were obviously ten sizes too small that I would've had to lay down and suck in so tight to even button and zip together and then once I stood up, I'd have to shuffle around like I was shopping in the tiny aisles of walmart WITH a cart, not to mention I'm sure if I WOULD have gotten them buttoned, the button would've popped off from the strain from the leftover jiggly that won't come off from having two children.

I also bought two bra's that night too. Same brand, Same size as the one I am wearing and LOVE and NEITHER of them fit. seriously? is this really happening to me? when did I turn 22 and not been able to find SOME semblance of a bra that fits and not have to wash the bra I'm wearing every time I turn around because it's the only comfortable one? I'd wear my Sports bra's, but they need to be thrown away cause I wore them while I was breastfeeding.....Yeah. Use your imagination.

Anyways, back on topic. I have felt totally down, sad, irritated and burnt out. I didn't want to talk to people on the phone. I avoided phone calls unless if they were important, or my mom or dad or whatever. I just wanted to sleep and catch up on my reading of Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon, and of course, feed my children.

Then... what could have possibly happened, but I saw Raise your Voice on Television. It's that movie about a girl who goes to this music school after her brother dies or whatever. anyways. I CRIED like a baby. over Hilary Duff, who is incredibly ugly when she cries (by the way, I won't hold it against her, I'm sure I look pretty Ugly when I cry, too). How does that even work? How, of all things, does HILARY DUFF make me snap out of this tiny little funk I've been in. Maybe I could blame it on Jason Ritter, When his dad died, I cried SO HARD....Maybe that's why...all I know is I feel good right now.

how do I go from debating whole-heartedly to talking to a doctor and picking up St. John Wort for Mood Control at Walmart to shove those horse sized pills down my throat from being magically and mysteriously fixed by a teeny bopper movie that my 14 year old sister in Law would watch?

Some things are just Strange......