Pumpkin Carving

I always loved carving pumpkins as a kid. Sticking my hands inside the pumpkin and getting the “guts” out was my favorite part. Now, I can’t say that I was looking forward to it this year, I’m just not in the Holiday spirit. I’m not even going to dress up. First Halloween of my life that I won’t be in costume. Am I getting too old?

I just don’t see the pleasure of pumpkin guts any longer. Sticky, clinging goo is just not my thing.

Andrew, however seemed to like getting pumpkin guts all over his hands, the table, & the floor.

Amber, was scared to touch it at first but then once she did, she seemed to enjoy it as well.

I don’t like candy corn!

Pieces of Me

I’m not into drama or bullshit. People mistake me as stuck up, but in reality I am just shy. I like to party. I don’t dance - ever! I am a “scrapbooker”. My kids are my life. I love to camp. Kahlua is my best friend. I hate talking on the phone. I have no patience. I am open minded. I tell it like I see it. I love the beach. I have tattoos and piercings. I shop online too much. I have 9 siblings. I have a nice butt. I listen to Country music. I ride four wheelers and like to get dirty. I am not a girly girl. I hoard scrapbook supplies. I like to play darts. I am married. I think I should be on medication. I smoke cigarettes. I like the color purple. I have a weird obsession with monkeys and the name Bob. I am moody. I want a boob job. I hate my hair. I don’t do laundry.