My costume for my Mom’s annual Birthday/Halloween party is called “Chino Poblano” but the skirt is too tight so I felt more like a Chile Relleño (stuffed pepper) after the dinner of salmon stuffed with crab and all the other food. The party was great fun. Lots of great presents.Tracy provided the Security, Rabbi Tom said the blessing. Peyton and Hannah represented different denominations in their Steampunk and Vampire costumes. Taylor was the muscle and Caitlin was gorgeous as a Princess. Robinhood of Sharonwood Forrest looked dashingly beautiful and kept the party crashers away with her bow & arrow. We really missed Shana, BV and the twins, Tina & Dena!!!!!The Rabbi was missing part of his get up but was luckily able to improvise with my old riding helmet and last year’s wig. I recommend Gibson’s Costume Shop in the future…..Keep it local! See other Halloween’s of the Past by clicking here .
Just look at all these packages! I wonder what’s inside………Someone is having a birthday party today, but the real birthday is not until Tuesday…..so let’s take a vote. Who thinks she should wait?
Look at that little pony outside my window patiently waiting for me. It is a beautiful day! Tom has been on his tractor all afternoon. The ranch looks like a park. It’s time to ride the fenceline and enjoy the beauty of all his hard work. Just another day in Paradise !
“Don’t look!” Peyton says as I climb into the Montero. Tom took the truck, so I had hauled out several loads of my essentials before we made the switch….two pairs of shoes, one jacket, sox, iPod, sunglasses,books, magazines, fiber bars, water bottles, and more, but there was a medium sized box in the back seat……hmmmmmm……”Mom, it says COSTUME and it’s addressed to Dad!” Peyton warns me as I longingly pull back the tape………but that would ruin my whole month if I even took a peak! Every year we surprise each other and every year, Tom says “Well not this year, I don’t have a costume…. and then he comes out with some elaborate made for Hollywood masterpiece while I dash into Walmart at the last second, find a 15.00 last year closeout and change in the parking lot. The security cops look forward to it every Halloween. I am probably on the People of Walmart web-site. We sometimes do not recognize each other at first…….even his voice and personality changes to go with the character that he is portraying. I think my favorite was the French artist…..So this year we are looking forward to Grandmother’s annual Birthday/Halloween bash and all I know is that my better half will not be a Cowboy, Hippie, Sultan or Picasso. I’m thinking Balloon Boy, but the box was much too small…..can’t wait!
There are only three people, women folk in Floresville that I call true friends. I mean the ones that live and work there or who don’t work at all, better yet. Three are all at the same stage in life…..a child in high school ready to graduate, no grandchildren that we know of and not sure what we are going to be doing next year. One friend drinks too much, one not at all and the other just the right amount. One runs fast, one walks and the other runs slow. They all are in love, one a little sometimes, one with two men and the other all the time with her one true love. They all have big hearts. They are all lucky and I am the luckiest……um, I miscounted, I only have two friends, not including me…..blame it on the ah ah ah ah alcohol. Ha!Ha!
I drop Peyton off at school and drive to the park that is shaded by beautiful pecan trees. I sit in the truck watching the usual crowd walk by. The little couple Mike and Mary bend down to rescue a worm that might get squashed on the path and carefully place him onto a branch of a tree. A man named Jay lumbers by with his sansabelt slacks and Spurs hat. Stella struts by wearing her pink sponge rollers, but she is still so cute. Two young moms pushing strollers leave a trail of cheerios and fishy crackers……Do I really want to do this? I ask myself. I put on chapstick, my sunglasses, set my watch and grab my bandanna that will soon be soaked with sweat. I don’t see my running buddy Martha, so I am on my own to run around the little path like a gerbil smiling and waving to the familiar faces while counting the laps and ignoring the ache in my back and hips. I could stop now, I think……only my running journal would know, or I could walk a mile or two. I try to find some motivational music on my iPod…….Wilco? U2? Band of Horses? Coldplay? Sam Roberts sings “Brother Down” and does his best to get me going and then I see two boys that have started running and I forget about my creaking joints as I try to keep pace with them. Before I realize it, 6 miles have gone by and I feel like the tin man who has just had a tune up. It takes longer to get loosened up, but I wouldn’t trade my morning run for a million dollars.
Mourning is officially over, for everyone except Pony Boy. He usually just carts around little children and gets rewarded with buckets of carrots and sweet feed, but he was a good sport today. He even put up with lots of hugs and kisses.
His bridle was dusty and needed a little polishI needed to walk over to the mounting block to climb on my 12 hand steed.
I thought it would be fun to round up the Longhorns, but changed my mind…..
After 14 years of smiling for the camera, our little pony has it down pat.
Fast Eddie the super tortoise wanted to join us on our trail ride.
We rode the fence-line and the weather could not have been more perfect.
Miss Piggy was content to hear all about it when we got back to the barn.
Everybody got extra treats to celebrate the awesome day……once again I feel like I am living the dream.