Bloggers, start your engines.
It is that time of year again, Innernets. Where we bloggers prove yet again we have no social lives by signing up for something so absolutely ridonkulous. Personally, my kid enjoyed being chained to the coffee table for the month of November last year. That is my story and I am sticking to it.
Anyway, this year is going to be interesting for me to participate in this MoFo NaBloPoMo thingie. Free time is at a premium, but as the tagline suggests, I have a tendency to just follow the crowd. This year, I did decide to do a "schedule" of sorts and I am definitely going light on weekends. Not only will be easier for me to post, but it will be easier for folks to read. That is probably the #1 thing that stresses me out about NaBloPoMo - my feed reader starts to bellow black clouds of smoke with all the activity. I will post my loose plan tomorrow since I am still thinking about what I want to do.
In other news, Arun so did NOT get the hang of trick or treating. Furthermore, he totally and utterly broke his mama's heart last night. Oddly, several houses gave him the choice of pulling candy himself from their baskets. I had to watch with teeth firmly gritted as sweet little bar after sweet little bar of precious, precious chocolate was passed over in lieu of LOLLIPOPS. How did I come to give life to such a traitorous soul? Also, later in the evening, back at home, I was changing a Diaper From the Bowels of Hell and could not make it to the door fast enough. As a result, some asshole kids knocked over my pumpkin - one murderous swipe sending all the ants living in it to a fiery, tragic death.
Oh, and today's title is courtesy of one of the little beggars who kept appearing on my doorstep last night. Unfortunately, I was handing out Playdoh, not brains.
Nothin' But a Sheepdog
Hip Hop Kangaroo
Sheepdog, Worn Out
A Kangaroo With a Very Bad Attitude
My ovaries just exploded in a nuclear burst of SQUEE! Thanks a lot!
I wish he had dressed up as a hippopotamus so you could have tagged that photo "Hiphopopotamous...these lyrics are bottomless...what?"
"I had to watch with teeth firmly gritted as sweet little bar after sweet little bar of precious, precious chocolate was passed over in lieu of LOLLIPOPS."
WTF? He's going to have to go to boot camp before next Halloween to make sure he "gets it."
Still, could he and Anjali look any cuter in their costumes? I think not.
Ooops. The comment posted before I was done. I meant to say that, yes, we are nuts for doing NaBloPoMo, but don't think there's anything wrong with just posting cute pix of the kids (with brief captions) on the days when you can't muster a full post.
Last year, I gave myself some pretty ridgid rules about posting, but I don't think I need to do that to myself this year.
I handed out Play-Doh and Chinese finger traps last night and got a good response. The teens said I gave out the best stuff of the night. No one asked whether it was edible. I took the leftovers to H's daycare this morning for his class.
As I saw your photos I said to myself, "My ovaries just EXPLODED"...then as I read the comments I saw that Monkey said the same thing.
Bastard kids (the ones who knocked over your pumpkin - not your precious babies!). The kids in our neighborhood egged the local park. I was super pissed when we pulled up to the park this morning.
The H-Man ate 10 suckers. He loved the dum-dums. His shirt was covered in pink sucker slobber and I could barely get his arms in his costume becuase they were so sticky. Bring on the 3 musketeers!
Anjali is so beautiful!! She's going to be quite the heart breaker.
Arun is just adorable! I love the look on his face in that last picture. :)
Love those costumes; your kids are very sweet!
I may resort to one-liners myself, we'll have to see where that goes...
Good luck nablopomo---ing.
My kids were the same way with their candy choices. Fortunately, that changed after a few years. Thank god. It's so not worth pilfering their candy if it's all suckers and those horrible Jolly Ranchers.
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