This year’s trick-or-treat outing was a treat. (That was bad.) The girls were joined with their friend, PirateBoy, and brought home Mama lots of candy. I won’t go on and on about how cute they were, or how they went to each door, knocked, and said “Trick or Treat” all on their own.

But, I will share the most satisfying take of the night.

Not the big one. The KING Size. And I thought it was an urban myth that people in big houses give out the full-size candy bars. I know where we’re returning to next year.

The catch - a note from Jesus himself was attached to the bars. I’ll think of Jesus with every satisfying bite.

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Tonight, HockeyMan and I attended our friends’ annual “Beerlitofest”/Halloween Party. After weeks of back-and-forth on what to wear (BritBrit/K-Fed, Bacon/Eggs, Plug/Socket), we stopped in to Target today to buy the clothes for our original idea - me-Fried Egg, HockeyMan-Chef. When I couldn’t find the white pants I needed (I’ll never say that again and mean it) browsing through every section of the women’s clothing, it hit me.

It’s Christmas time (what? already? no - the “man” just wants you to believe it’s already THAT time so you’ll start buying gifts now - BTW - did you hear Good for the Kids is having a store-wide sale? stock up now!), and Christmas PJs are already out. So, like any other non-creative, lazy, I-can-only-spend-5-minutes-dressing-for-a-Halloween-Party woman, I decided we’ll go as Christmas Morning!

What exactly does that mean? Pajamas! Annoyingly cute, fleece, reindeer pajamas with the biggest fluffy animal slippers I could find. HockeyMan found some “Family Guy” Xmas pajamas for himself and some Homer Simpson slippers.

Did I mention we had battery-powered Xmas lights around our neck? That’s the piece de resistance. Instant Christmas morning.

We were the HIT of the party! Everyone was so jealous that they had to put on silly makeup, wear tight tights, and masks while we lounged around in our PJs.

I don’t have pictures yet, but none are really needed to get across my idea for the BEST Halloween costume EVER.

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HokeyHockeyMan would like me to tell my readers about all of the things he did today all with a “horrible” sinus headache:

*Took NaNa to school this morning

*Worked “hard” until 6:00pm

*Did 3 days worth of dishes

*Put the girls to bed (literally) 20 times

*Printed out orders for my business

*Took out the kitchen garbage

I think we should all stand up and give him a round of applause and bow down to the greatness that is HokeyHockeyMan. Or not. At least commend him for the blog title.

Do you taste the sarcasm?

Though I do appreciate the help. Thanks, HM! Will I get a repeat tomorrow?

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Space Shuttle launch - Tuesday from my front porch.

Not-so-Wordless Wednesday

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After yesterday’s post, I thought I needed to eat better. Does this count?

8:30am - Grande non-fat mocha w/ light whipped cream from Starbucks

2:00pm - Low-fat chocolate milk

4:00pm - Princess “fruit” snacks

6:00pm - Beef Tostadas with tomatoes, lettuce, cheese, beans, onions, sour cream & salsa and iced tea from Tijuana Flats

I don’t think this counts as eating better.

I’ll try harder tomorrow.

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I survived. My children are scarred for life.

OK - I’m over exaggerating, but they did not enjoy themselves. I’m not sure if it was the crazy clown show that is the same as when I saw it at their age (seriously - same costumes and everything) or all the dirt they breathed in. But my girls are suburban sprawl city folk.

I will deliver on my promise of shocking pictures; however, I did not spot the quintessential (thanks spell check!) Mr. & Mrs. Niceville couple, but I have the pièce de résistance of redneckiness below.

Along the way in my quest for the picture, I captured some other amazing finds.

Yes - eat more mullet. And I did. Delish with baked beans, cheese grits, hush puppies, and a cold Coke.

Funnel Cakes, Fried Oreos, and Fried Twinkies. What could be better? I didn’t have an Oreo, but I SOOO wanted one. I didn’t want to hear about it from my dad (you know, work out instead of watching America’s Next Top Model), so I’ll just imagine it was tasty. The Twinkie? I don’t like them plain, so fried might be good.

The Funnel Cake, however, was eaten. Unfortunately, we had our Funnel Cake too early. Just up the row from the stand above, is THIS:

Friggin toppings for FUNNEL CAKES??? Who’dathunk?? Peanut butter and chocolate, caramel apples and cinnamon, strawberries, chocolate syrup, and the ever-popular loads o’ powdered sugar.

After scouring the festival for my title couple in vain, I discovered one of sciences great anomalies.

I discovered the elusive Redneck Pregnant Man.

In case you’re wondering, below is our winning photo from the Mr. & Mrs. Niceville photo tour from 2005.

Notice the belly shirt on Mrs. with cigarettes in hand, the rebel flag on Grandpa’s snazzy vest, and the ever-important mullet hairdo on Mr.

This weekend, I’m at my parent’s house with the girls. HockeyMan stayed behind to watch hockey/football/baseball, play Wii, go to the UCF game, work, hold down the fort, and thankfully clean and help with my business shipments.

So, while I’m here, I’ve learned some things, just in the last 36 hours:

*Windows, Cox & AOL suck. I LURVES my Mac and Firefox. I can’t log in or even see my blogs through my parent’s internet connection. My mom even spent over an hour on the phone with Cox and they finally hung up on her with no luck. So, I’m stuck using my mom’s old AOL browser to see and update my blogs. Yeah. My blogs look like CRAP in AOL. Get with it, Mr. AOL. For now, you still suck.

*When it rains, it pours. It’s been pouring now for 24 hours STRAIGHT. My girls had serious cabin fever today. There was a tornado an hour away, so everyone had to “hunker down” in case it got bad here. It sucks.

*Instead of watching America’s Next Top Model or the other “crap” shows I watch, my dad suggests I work out. Yes. Thanks, Dad. I never thought of that. Give up my “crap” shows to work out. I’ll give it a go. Sure. Thanks.

*The Mullet Festival is getting expensive! Here in Niceville (yes, I said Niceville), we celebrate a fish called a Mullet. No, not the haircut. The fish. It used to be a free festival, then they started charging $1, then $2, then $5, now $10. Ten friggin dollars! Insane. Growing up, the Mullet Festival was THE place to go during the 3rd weekend of October. We hung out, met up with friends, and ate funnel cakes and alligator tails. The last few times I’ve gone, my Dad and I have a mission to find the redneckiest couple attending. I hope to have some pics next week to show you our findings. Come on. It’s the MULLET Festival. How hard will it be to find rednecks? The challenge is to find the redneckiest (or as we name them, Mr. & Mrs. Niceville) couple and take their picture. I can’t wait.

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