What really made it great was that the kids had a blast. We went to what seemed like a million houses and they gathered treats of all sorts. In fact, they woke up early today and are down stairs now sorting through their loot and trading each other for various favorites.
For those of you that have been reading here for a while, you might remember Anthony's project he did to earn his special Darth Vader costume. He did such a good job on it we made sure to include the light saber and a cool voice box that he could speak into and change his voice. It also had the classic breathing sound like the "real" Vader. Needless to say, he was stoked. Mathew decided he wanted to be a ninja this year. Not exactly the most stealthy one I've ever seen (or heard), but he looked pretty cute anyway.
On a trip to the supermarket earlier in the day we spotted this car (hearse) and I had to take a few shots of it. It provided some pretty good chuckles to everyone who saw it. I'm betting he/she was a hit anywhere they went in that thing.
Well, as you can see, yesterday was a bunch of fun. Looking forward to next year already.
OK, after taking a few weeks off from participating, it's time for another round of Wordzzles. A fun weekly writing challenge hosted by Raven from Views from the Ravens Nest. Do go by and visit her please, and better yet, join in on the fun if you're so inclined.
This week's words:
The ten word group: squeaky toy, perpendicular, olives, shanty, howling at the moon, soul, bow and arrow, uniform, statistics, praying mantis
The mini group: glamour, rocking chair, cormorant, objective, symbolism
The Ten Word
Ah yes, being out here with his boy was good for the soul.
Jacob and his son had arrived at the shanty in the woods earlier in the day and were now anticipating the following morning's hunt. Olives, their trusty black Labrador retriever was resting comfortably in front of the pot belly stove gathering in its warmth while chewing on her favorite squeaky toy. The father and son combo chuckled as they watched Olives hold the toy perpendicular to the floor with her front paws, gnawing away at it without a care in the world.
Billy, Jacob's son, asked his father, "Dad, do you really think we're going to be able to bag a deer with just a bow and arrow?"
"Well son," he replied, "the statistics look pretty promising that we'll at least have the opportunity to try. Their numbers have been increasing in this area at a pretty uniform rate over the last several years. Besides, you remember seeing the praying mantis that was perched on the quiver of arrows you were carrying earlier? That's a sure sign of good luck. . . and listen to that."
The sound of wolves howling at the moon echoed through the surrounding canyons.
"Wolves know where the hunting grounds are good too son."
What was the objective of this strange symbolism? A cormorant sitting in a rocking chair dressed like a fashion model? What were the editors of Glamour Magazine trying to depict with this image?
Have a great weekend all!