Day 343

We finally got to have Ghost Daughter's birthday cake...only 3 weeks late. When your daughter asks you to make a cake with her favorite My Little Pony (Apple Jack) and an apple orchard on it, you do what you can.  So here it is.  Apple spice cake with cream cheese frosting.  The trees are rock candy sticks dotted with red icing for apples.  Cinnamon candies stand in for the fallen apples. And the ponies came from Blind Bags (you don't know which pony you've bought until you open it.) Can you believe the luck? I actually got Apple Jack (notice the 3 apples of her "cutie mark") and no duplicates! It was providence.  An extra bit of awesome came when the flames of the candles burned in different colors. Ghost Daughter really enjoyed that cake.

Day 235—Happy Thanksgiving

The bird was glorious, but perhaps a little too glorious...we ate it before I could snap a picture.  So you'll have to use your imagination.  Mmmmmm...it was good. 

Day 223

THE END OF SOCCER SEASON, FALL 2011

Day 173

This hangs above my writing desk at home.  Very dear friends gave this to me when my mother died a few years ago, and it has meant the world to me.  But what meant so much more was that they came to see me at the moment when I needed them most. I care that love with me always...and send it right back.

Day140

Storm clouds kept us on shore today, but it was an awesome weekend.  Love you all, my friends!  Thanks for putting up with me...

Day 139

Howdy, Tex

This little guy was found near death alongside a highway in Texas.  Thankfully, friends of a friend of a friend rescued him and brought him to Florida where he found a forever home with my best friend, Lisa.

Day 138

So I didn't post this one before midnight, but I have the best reason...partying with my sister from another mother!  

Day 118

HAUNTED PHOTO?

I'm cheating a little today.  It's been hectic, so I'm sliding in another photo from the NC trip.  The Latimer house was one stop on our ghost tour, said to be haunted by at least one spirit (named Impy). The story of Mrs. Latimer and her lost children was so interesting that we returned the next morning for an official tour of the house.  Who knows why my photo fogged up this way.  It was a beautiful (hot) day.  Perhaps it was Mrs. Latimer welcoming us to the house.  Then again, four of her eight children died in that house before they could reach adulthood.  Perhaps it is one of them stopping to pose for the camera...

Day 111

 

Our last day in North Carolina.  My own "freaky dead children" fans wearing the artwork of Ghost Son.  Stay tuned for a wickedly cool website and your chance to own some original art soon!  

It was a hard day.  Lots of emotion and a very long drive, complete with tornadic rain and a painfully long traffic tie-up on I-95.  Glad to be home, though PA will always be our real home. 

Day 111

 

Yep...them's our boys.

Day 110

 

Ghost Walk time...maybe that's why they look so serious. Nah....

Day 109

 

There will be sunburn...

Day 108

 

The Ghost Guys are together again!  And as nutty as ever...

Day 104

I'm not ready to say goodbye...  

Day 50

Meet Arlo...frisky, fun-loving schnauzer/person.  No, I have not lost my mind and adopted another pet.  I like to think he has adopted me...or at least approved of me so I can visit his owner, my dear friend Nicole.  Arlo's favorite toy is a plush manatee (he's already thinking of retirement in Boca) and it is pretty much all he wants to do when I come over.  Never mind the pig in the photo, the manatee is wedged between my leg and the arm of the chair, precisely where Arlo dropped before he began to insist that I play fetch with him.  But how can anyone resist for long?