Gave out fun little monster bags — handcrafted for Halloween. We had a great time handing them out to all the little trick or treaters, although I did have to barricade the intruder early warning system (the dog, Mr. Gumby) into the living room.

 

My Pumpking Candy Cane Karate Kid, and other favorite decorations.

My Pumpking Candy Cane Karate Kid, and other favorite decorations.

in honor of Halloween, and my favorite witch, Elphaba from Wicked I will share a song that it so ridiculously timed for my life soundtrack right now:

For Good:

(Elphaba):
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made from what I learned from you
You’ll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend…
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant world
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
(Glinda):
Because I knew you
(Both):
I have been changed for good
(Elphaba):
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I’ve done you blame me for
(Glinda):
But then, I guess we know
There’s blame to share
(Both):
And none of it seems to matter anymore

And kids, in a pinch, never purchase dollar store fake cobwebs. Ever. Let’s just leave it at your imagination as to what happened, and hope there is never a YouTube video.


So we have been working on the house innards. That is what I am calling the pieces of fluff and insulation. Not very exciting, but will make the house nice and snug in the wintertime. Things are finally coming together in the little shack of horrors.  The bathroom vanity is also put together, and after that experience, I am NOT looking forward to putting together the IKEA kitchen cabinets.

Tomorrow’s agenda is DRYWALL.

I’ve been busy picking out flooring too!

The future bedroom
The future bedroom

The future bedroom

 

Of course as a designer, I’ve already picked out color swatches for wall paint!

 

 

 



I’m a woman of action, I hate waiting. Have always been known for my lack of patience. This weekend I’m spending in Vermont to tie up a few loose ends (changing accounts, etc) and meeting up with some of my friends here. But I really really want to be shoveling out all of the crap that is located in the shack and taking photos. According to my sister, my brother-in-law is already removing trees and stuff from the property.

He stopped here to grab some things and my dog refused to even get off the couch to greet him. How can he know? How can he no longer thing of him as an owner? Dogs just know, I guess. Humans take longer to acclimate to the situation.