Saturday, October 31, 2009


What would Halloween be without jack-o-lanterns?

Lame. Really lame.

Never ones to aspire to lameness, we...

...gathered our gourds...

...selected our favorites...

...drew spooky faces....

...wielded sharp knives...

...and cut...

...carefully, with supervision.

We gutted.

I found that giving it a gross name like "gutting" upped the cool factor.

The Boy really liked gutting.

The Girl did not.

At least she tried.

The Girl let it be known that she did not like slimy pumpkin guts.

The Boy then chased her with them.

Insert screams here.

Sorry neighbors.

Mommy gave the hollow pumpkins their spooky visage.

Let me introduce:

Daddy, the skull pumpkin.

Mommy, the diva pumpkin.

The Boy, pirate pumpkin.

The Girl, princess pumpkin.
(double shocker)

The Girl decorated this tiny pumpkin for her pre-k home project. Its name is Punky.

She insisted that Teddy and the dog share it. I am more than willing to oblige.

And there you have it. A whole pumpkin family.

I can't wait to see them all aglow tonight.

Happy Halloween Blog Land!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Halloween Meme

Stolen from Tammie who stole it from Daphne.

Which urban legend ghost scared the bejeesuz out of you when you were a kid?

The Ghost Children of San Antonio

Legend says that back in the late thirties-early forties a school bus full of children stalled on the railroad tracks just outside of San Antonio. The driver tried to restart the bus to no avail. Before the children could evacuate the bus it was hit by a train. They say that if you stop your car on the tracks and put it in neutral The Ghost Children will push you safely off the tracks. Their hand prints have even been left in the dust on the backs of cars.

Gives me chills.

Which horror movie has the best premise?

I don't know if it's the best premise, but The Exorcist scared the crap out of me for years. I think I was nine or ten years old the first time I saw the classic flick. The sound of Linda Blair breathing and the smoke that would rise from her body freaked * me * out. And then when the demon possessed the priest and he jumped out of that window...I was sleeping with a night light well into my teens.

What is the most disappointing “treat” to receive in your bag on Halloween night?

I am not a big candy eater. I am disappointed in just about everything except Twix and maybe some M&M's. If I am going to blow my chocolate candy wad that's what I'm choosing.

What’s the best non-candy item to receive?

Skull temporary tattoos. I'll admit to putting a few here and there this time of year. *wink*

Did a monster live in your closet when you were a child?

Not until
Linda Blair moved in.

Which supernatural creature sent chills up your spine when you were ten and still does?

There is nothing supernatural about these, but they scare me something awful all the same.

Looking up only to realize that someone is watching me through the window. At night, of course.

Or opening the shower curtain and a stranger standing there. Waiting.

Or waking up at night and someone standing over my bed.

Which supernatural creature makes you yawn?

If it couldn't really happen, then it's not all that scary to me. There are enough true-to-life freak shows out there to keep me leaving the lights on.

What’s your favorite Halloween decoration?

Fall colors are my favorite. My home's palette is a blend of orange, green, brown, yellow, and red. Whatever the season.

Gourds of all kinds are abstract and cool.

And the whole Senske brood is down with skulls. And not just for Halloween.

If you could be anywhere on Halloween night, where would you be?

At my home. On my street. With my peeps.

But the weather wouldn't be muggy and hot. It would be cool and crisp.

I really think my wish will be granted this year. Treat!

What’s the scariest book you have read so far this year?

I wouldn't call it scary, but it was extremely disturbing:
We Need to Talk About Kevin.

It messed me up. There is nothing uplifting about this all. But I would still recommend it. It stayed with me long after I had finished the last page and called for introspection.

Haunted houses or haunted hayrides?

Haunted houses.

When I was a kid my parents and some of the other couples their age would put on a haunted house for the teenagers at our church. They went all out. I remember them planning for a whole year. It was held at this old summer camp out in the woods. They would blindfold the kids and drive them way out to the middle of nowhere. The teens would walk through this building where each room had a different horror to endure. I recall hearing talk of crying and pleas to go home. It was that scary.

I was really little but remember going with Mom and Dad and their friends to "decorate" for the big night. I was scared then...and I could see that it wasn't real.

In my opinion those were the best haunted houses to date.

Which Stephen King novel/movie would you least like to find yourself trapped in?

IT. The main character is a creepy clown that kills children. Need I say more?

Which is creepiest: evil dolls, evil pets, evil children?

I teach Kindergarten. Evil children win every single time.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Laser Pits

Meet Laser Pits, The Boy's latest incarnation.

Don't ask me what it means. I have no idea.

And yes, I had to have him repeat the name.

I was positive he had said something else.

I was doubtful, but it was, in fact, "pits".

Where does he come up with this stuff?

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

What I've Been Waiting For

It's finally here.

Spurs season opener.

Oh how I have missed my boys.

Here's to months of fingernails chewed to the quick, late nights watching west coast games, in-depth analysis with Pops, cuss words, yelling at the television, post-loss depression, and victorious highs.

I love it. All of it.


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Crochet For A Good Cause

A few weeks ago I was asked if I would be interested in donating some handcrafted wares for an auction to benefit The Rise School here in Houston.

Of course. Good cause + crochet = count me in.

I wanted to get the items done in a timely manner so I went with the
baby hat/bootie set that I have been making for all my new-parent pals.

The first set is for a baby girl. I like it because it isn't over-the-top girly. The green yarn is off-set by a white with little green and pink flecks throughout.

The second set is for a boy. Made from camo colored yarn and the same green as above. I included a pom-pom on top of this one.

I used a 100% cotton yarn that is very soft. These hats are real stretchy and should be wearable for a couple of seasons depending on the baby's head circumference.

Since I have been making these little hats so frequently, I bought a pom-pom maker. A good investment in my opinion. I had been using a homemade version constructed from cardboard that got the job done, but the fancy store bought version renders a much better result.

This last set is for a good friend who recently had her first baby...a little boy. He is a big bambino, so I made this set a little larger. It should carry him through a couple of Houston winters.

These little sets are so quick and easy to finish. They would be perfect to donate to a local hospital or other charitable organization.

I know that there are kind souls out there in Blog Land that have collected items for good causes spanning the globe.

Hmmm...something to look into.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Weekend With Pops

The weekend before the plague infiltrated my home, me and my dad hit the road. We headed north.

Our destination: The Cotton Bowl.

The event: The Red River Rivalry...UT vs. OU.

You see, our family bleeds orange. Burnt orange. Longhorn football is more than a game. It's spiritual.

We aren't alone. Longhorn devotees are some of the most rabid fans in the world. It's serious business. A fusion of state pride, tradition, and bragging rights.

All of these elements converge for the UT-OU game.

Dad and I were awake and donning our team regalia in the pre-dawn hours. Plenty of time to reach that bowl of cotton and check-out the early morning tailgating.

Me and Pops are ready to Hook 'em.

It was quite a climb to get to our seats. I figured we would be closer to God as He cheered on the chosen team.

I think I mentioned that UT fans are prideful.

While we waited for game-time we said "hi" to Bevo...

...and I started a new project. A project crocheted in burnt orange, of course.

And then it was time. The Longhorn Band took to the field signaling to thousands like us to "Texas Fight".

The game itself was ugly. Entertainingly ugly.

We did not play our best game. And that is the understatement of the season.

But a sea of orange cheered. Despite interceptions, sacks, turn-overs, incomplete passes, and missed tackles, that sea of orange stood and rallied their team to victory.

This is what victory looks like.

16-13 Horns. It wasn't a pretty win. But it secured bragging rights for another year.

Pops and I had such a memorable time. As I sat there surrounded by like-minded hardcore fans, I knew that there was not another person that I would rather experience it with than my dad.

He gets it. He appreciates it. He's into it. He loves it.

It's part of him just like it's part of me.

Hook 'em.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

What's For Dinner?

This is the plan if...and that's a big if...I have recovered enough from the plague to actually cook a real meal.

Sunday: Healthy Choice frozen dinner for The Offspring, tofu fried rice courtesy of HEB for moi.

Monday: lemon chicken soup w/ orzo, Shiner bread

Tuesday: spaghetti, green beans, squash, whole wheat garlic bread

Wednesday: brown beans, venison sausage, fresh tomatoes, cornbread

Thursday: left-overs

Friday: hamburgers, oven fries

Saturday: homemade pizza

As I was typing this I realized that I dream really big.

Friday, October 23, 2009

This House Is Cursed

The good news: I finally got my computer back.

The bad news: This house is cursed.

With Swine Flu. H1N1. The Pandemic.

It hit The Girl Tuesday morning. My symptoms began Wednesday. The Boy was spared until today. The dog is the only living creature not walking around with a fever, cough, and overall malaise.

I thought I could save The Boy. I spent all day yesterday cleaning the house. I sanitized every doorknob, drawer pull, handle, and light switch in the house. I wiped down door frames. I dusted. I re-cleaned the bathrooms.

Lia even blogged about my crazy Swine Flu cleaning spree. Because it's crazy. There was no stopping the spread of this contagion.

How ironic that the clean freak-health nuts would fall so quickly.

So here we sit. Riding it out old school style with plenty of rest and fluids. The smell of hand sanitizer permeates the house. Clorox wipes are an arm's reach away.

We are spending our days feeling crappy. Watching movies. Eating popcorn and macaroni & cheese. Crocheting. Drawing. Sleeping. Occasionally letting our short tempers get the best of us. Taking temps. Wrapping up in a quilt. Giving comforting hugs.

And The Mr. gets to miss all the fun.

Darn that Japan.

Monday, October 19, 2009

I Am Lost

I am lost without my computer.

I have many things I want to share. Things I want to show you.

But, I have yet to receive the call telling me that I can come get my dear MacBook.

So I am here. In limbo. Waiting.


Thursday, October 15, 2009

A Post With No Picture

I have never written a post without a picture. For some reason I find it very difficult. It doesn't feel right.

Something is missing. Obviously.

But alas...I have no choice.

Last night, as I was snooping on my Facebook peeps, the screen went black. The computer seemed to be working, but there was no image.


Images of a fried computer and lost pictures raced through my mind. Curses. The Technology Ninjas had attacked unexpectedly.

As we speak my beloved computer is in the capable hands of an Apple Genius. Tests indicate that it is simply a glitch with the screen and that nothing has been lost. We will be reunited in 3-7 days.

Until then, my words will have to weave a picture.

My Canon is a much better weaver.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

And He's Off....

The Mr. is off. To Japan that is.

Yes. Japan.

I. Am. So. Jealous.

I have visions of the textiles, notions, yarn, and handmade paper that await a girl like me. I won't even think about the pottery and ceramics. Plus, the sushi must be over the top.

He is going there for work. Again, I am jealous. The coolest location I get to venture for my job is the media center. That's the exotic name we have given the library.

The Mr. and his brother own their own aquarium design company. He not only has mad aquatic skillz but he does all the photography as well. There is an underbelly to everything, but overall it is a very cool j-o-b.

So, he has gone to meet with other aquatic bad-asses. In Japan.

While in Japan they are doing a small gift exchange. It is a way of showing respect and appreciation for one another. The item itself should be small. Nothing expensive. The Mr. mentioned purchasing some trinket at the airport gift shop.

Really? No.

I offered to make him something. Something simple. Something quick and easy.

I already had a couple of coaster sets made...and nothing says I respect and appreciate you quite like coasters, right?

The sets that I had on-hand were not going to work. The colors just didn't fit the whole aquarium-vibe. I had this variegated yarn that met my criteria: green and natural looking.

I used my stand-by coaster pattern that is now etched in my brain.

I made six of these in a little over two hours. I think I'm getting carpal tunnel syndrome from all this crochet action.


My wrist is killing me.

But I'm currently obsessed with the craft and can't stop. I'm pushing through the pain.

I *love* this set. It is by far my favorite.

I imagine these being pulled out at a party. Toasts being made over shots of Sake. Good times being had.

In Japan.