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Cell Phone Funeral

Well, my son's gone and done it once again....

We were driving home from sewing class today and I was talking on the cell phone (I know! You can spare the lecture on driving and cell phone use please). My battery was running down and I decided to cut the call short because I didn't want the phone to disconnect us. So I said, "My cell phone is about to die so I need to cut this short."

I hung up the phone and my son, in a very concerned tone says, "Mommy, since your cell phone is going to die, shouldn't we dig a hole for it in the flower garden, that way we can bury it after it's dead?"

This does make sense. You see, after the cat died, we dug a hole and buried him in the flower garden.....

The boy was thinking ahead, that's for sure.

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Just an added note:

There's a cemetery in town and we happen to drive by it often. My son told me later that he was calling the cemetery a flower garden because of all the flowers on the gravesites. He thought it was a pretty flower garden where they bury people when they die. He knows that's the place where they bury people. He just thought it was a flower garden, just like the one at our house where we buried the cat. So naturally, if the cell phone is dead, don't we bury it in the flower garden just like we do dead people and cats?

President Abraham Lincoln's Thanksgiving Proclamation of 1863

The year that is drawing towards its close has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God.

In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union.

Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defense, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battlefield; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom.

No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People.

I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficient Father who dwelleth in the Heavens.

And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity, and Union.

Budding Young Artist

My son still loves Thomas The Tank Engine. Here's his own private rendition of Thomas...

Arrrgh, Me Hearties!! I'm Pooped!!

Well, the haunt is over... I can't even begin to express how exhausted I am. It was so much fun and I can't wait to do it again next time. I made many new friends and learned lots of new things, saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time (unfortunately it won't be the last either). All in all, it was amazingly fun!

Our wrap party is tonight...Rocky Horror Picture Show again... Now all we have to do is secure a location for next year and we'll be good to go!

Arrrgh!

Another Great Review!!!

DFW Haunted Houses also gave Lafitte's Landing a 9 out of 10. These guys are hard to please and never give out 10's, so this is great!!

"This is the best first year haunt we have ever seen. In fact, it is better than many haunts that have been doing this for years."

http://www.dfwhauntedhouses.com/modules.php?name=Reviews&file=viewreview&id=32

WOW!!!

North Texas Haunt Reviews gave us a 9 out of 10 and had excellent things to say about Lafitte's Landing!!

"This is one of the best first year haunted houses I've seen."
"The Best New Haunt" for 2005!!"
"This is a VERY professional haunt and is very "Disneyesque" in design."
"...one of the most fun haunts I've been to in years."

Read our review:
http://www.nightdancer.net/main_page.htm

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Z & My New Boyfriend

At Lafitte's Landing (haunted house) we're graced with a tremendously talented air brush make-up artist. His name is Z. Yes, it's just "Z". I am truly amazed by his outstanding quality of work.








My hubby is on a crash diet... he's trying to compete with my new boyfriend (he's the one in the red/white vest). I don't know if he's going to be able to win me back. You see, the boyfriend just seems to understand my dark moods much better than hubby does.

Spider-man the laughingstock

While taking our morning walk, my son asked me, "Mommy, where does the spider web come out of the spider? Out of his mouth or out of his bottom?"
I said, "Well, out of a part of his bottom."
Without missing a beat he said, "But Spider-man shoots his web from his fingers. That's good because if it came out of his bottom, all the bad guys would do is just laugh at him!"

I don't know where he comes up with this stuff but it keeps me smiling!

Pirate Wench

And here we have a pirate wench from the year 1812. She looks pretty good for being 193 years old, doesn't she?

Ominous Beauty

As you can see from the radar image, Hurricane Rita is creating circular bands of clouds covering the SE quadrant of the United States. Tonight, the sunset clearly shows the cloud bands from the hurricane. I've always admired the beautiful skyline here. The sunsets are often breathtaking but tonight it's ominous.

Hurricane Supply Grand Central (AKA Wal-Mart)

The local officials are recommending that we stock up on 3 days worth of water, non perishable food, batteries, keep cash on hand, and fuel up our gas tanks before Saturday. They say this hurricane will probably be a category 1 tropical storm by the time it hits us and could spawn some tornadoes. In other words, there's a possibility of power outages in the area.

I dropped my daughter off at her piano lesson after school and had exactly one hour to make a Wal-Mart run.

I got sucked into an all-out feeding frenzy.

What a zoo!!! It was worse than the day after Thanksgiving!!! Every person had bottled water in their carts, briquettes, paper plates, plastic tarps, ice chests, etc... and the canned food isle was a major traffic jam. I seriously thought there was going to be a fist fight over the last can of tuna. One woman tried to convince me to buy some Spam, she said it was good for occasions like this. I just smiled. Too icky. It was hard enough for me to buy Chef Boyardee and Baked Beans. I don't usually buy canned food but hey, in times of crisis it's sustenance.

No propane left, bottled water almost gone, no D size batteries either. Good thing I didn't need any of that stuff.

One confused woman stopped me in the check-out and asked, "What on earth is going on here? I've never seen this store like this before!" When I told her, she just stood there with her mouth gaping open. She only had a 6 pack of diet coke and some kleenex in her cart. I think she turned around and went back for more supplies, still thoroughly befuddled.

Needless to say I was late picking my daughter up. But we're well stocked and ready to go now!

The Mailman isn't as easygoing as I thought

Got this note in my mailbox today so I had to give cousin it a haircut. The pictures are front/back of the note we found in with our mail. I can't say I blame the mailman. The plant is a monster.