I am tired! Oh, and Happy Halloween!

Jax is still obsessed with Spider man. 

To the point that I actually had to tell him that I was not buying an adult Spider man costume ($49.99) for him to wear for the 5th,  8th or whatever year in a row!  We compromised on him cutting the Spider man Spider into his punkin.

Riv pretended like he didn't care if his punkin was even carved at all....

that was until he watched Jax carving his!!!!!!

He conceded to a Guns N Roses (GNR) style punkin.

Jax had his last year that he could participate in a school parade today.

[so weird to have their last adolescent years of elementary be over]

There were many regulations of dress code enforced.

Jax came up with the idea of a NASCAR mechanic when he noticed a Budweiser signed banana at Savers Thrift Store.  

To Jax, it said "mechanic" ALL OVER IT!!!!!

[We had to fold the Budweiser stamps to the inside so he wouldn't get sent home for 'indecent, encouraging advertising']

The costume came together simply with help from the computer print out names and colored markers.

I rushed home from work to help the kids get ready for Halloween, and this is what I found.

I am tired......I will need a second job to feed all these kids.

Seriously!!!

I am sooooo TIRED!!!

I am helping raise many children and I am TIRED!!!

I love it....................

AND I AM TIRED!!!!!

How the hell does the 19 kids and counting momma do it??!?!?

uhhhhhhhh [deep breath]

So, since I am off track now with the subject, because I AM TIRED, I will wish you all a Happy Halloween  2012 and call it a night!!!!

xoxoboo

Have you paid for your death yet?

I just got the most bizarre phone call.

It was a chipper sounding man named Justin on the other end of the phone.

He was just calling to make sure we have our funeral arrangements planned and paid for.

HUH?!?!?!??!

I guess people aren't dropping like flies anymore and they need to drum up some biz by making calls to people at home?

UGH.....leaves me feeling creeped out!

Don't make me put a cap in yo mommas ass!!!!

Riv's first annual Halloween garage party was on Friday night.

Riv was "pimp daddy of the misfits", and had a great time hosting the freak night of teen excitement.

I don't know that it differs much from any other night of the year, since I see a lot of these same kids hanging around my kitchen daily.

[hanging around the pantry and counting on 'Riv's mom' to take the hint and make them something to munch on]

They said 25 invites were given out, and I was a bit overwhelmed by thinking of having so many hormonal teens on my watchclock.  Fortunately, there were only half that actually showed up.  I was relieved by the containable number of head count. 

Remember lil Mikayla (on the right)  from our old hood???  

She's back in town and boy do I love that girl!!!!

Trust me!  I've told Darius to keep that damn tongue in his mouth.

I think he's part canine and can't control the panting.

That's Bubbles on the right for those of you who have heard me talk about her.  

Bubbles' mom almost died from my hands bitch slapping her with a WTF stick!  

SERIOUSLY!!!! 

I came home from picking up Riv from school, and Bubbles, her sister, and her mom were already in my garage decorating and invading MY HOME!!!!  

WHO DOES THIS????

We  never had a conversation about her coming over to move in on my territory.  I was in such shock watching her adjust my garage and climb on chairs and tape streamers like the biotch owned the joint!!!  I was frozen.  I couldn't even say anything.  My heart raced from  frustration and pure questioning "Who does she think she is??"  

In my mind I was lifting my right leg and pissing all over her to mark my alpha female scent!

I've got my eye on this mother!!!!! 

And let me tell you, it's a stink eye!

There was strobe light dancing, black light dancing, and flail your arms like an octopus dancing.

At some points it was a typical co-ed party where boys gathered on one side and girls were twitchy and giggling on the other.

There was plenty of  CRAP to eat and drink and rot tooth enamel.

Spin the bottle, and telling secrets of one's personality out side of school, is a learning experience.  It was fairly innocent as far as I could tell.  But my long arm of the law-dog Jax, did come in and say they were playing a game of blow the card to the other person's sucking lips!  I spied on the interaction and lost all concern when I witnessed the dudes embarrassed by the whole thing and the girls scared and shy to get that close to the  boys' pepperoni-testosterone breath.

These kids are on the cusp of stepping onto the road of real life.
Real life happens soon enough.
For now, their dorkiness and child-like play is welcomed and encouraged in my home.
It's the only way I know to keep them in a bubble until the world comes with a big fat needle and pops it! 





[I'd like to put a dirty needle in  Bubble's mom's ASS!!!!  ARGH!]

A lot of YO HO HO's

Randy's jobbie took him to South Carolina for a week to tour the manufacturing plant of the 'rock crush-a-sauris-essss' that he sells.

There were meetings and blah blah blah, 

and then there were great dinners and yada yada, 

and a lot of drinks/socializing and yo ho ho's.

[WAIT!!!!  I hope there were no ho's in the making of this story!!!!]

Yes, his job is very hard.

I feel so, so bad for him.

After all the blah blah, yada yada, and yo ho ho's, 

he was able to tour the city and visit Fort Sumter.

[the start of The American World War]

This week of vacation job traveling was a wonderful experience for Rand.

I hope to go back to South Carolina with him someday.

He makes it sound fabulous!!!!

Please, sit back and enjoy the labors of Randy's "hard work"

btw:  I told him to take a few "Yann" pics.....

ya know the ones that have his face in bubble front of the scenery.

Week in pictures.....random style

Lex is looking so grown up in this 3rd grade picture.

The lil love, along with her mom, left yesterday for a new life adventure in Mississippi.

I can't help but be sad about it even though it is a positive move.

Thank goodness for technology to keep her cute face updated on my computer :)

I think it's about time that I make him a barber appointment.

I'm pretty sure I heard him scream "WILSON!!"

The rule was that he could have one as big as he could lift.

Punkins are surprisingly heavy!

We wore him out by making him carry the damn thing as he followed us around the field. 

Isn't that what kids are for?

To humiliate and piss off?

That's my secret to good parenting.

I should get an award any day now.

A piece of mud pie had no chance against these heathens!

It was devoured in record time!

Randy welcomed his month old great-niece, Gentry.

[Sierra's baby]

You know you're an old fart when you start having 'greats'.

She's very tired from all the eating, walking in circles, and obsessively looking for me throughout the house.

Hunger games

This was one proud kid!!!!!

[and momma too!]