A Mason Jar, Tinker Bell and a Scorpion Named Luke
She spent the summer capturing butterflies and keeping them in a mason jar. Some life preserving soul in the house had the good sense to cut slits in the top and encourage her to place a few zinnias in the jar as well. Thank goodness. Late at night I would creep downstairs and like a Schindler’s List version of Santa Claus I would release the butterflies into the night. (

Stacks and Stacks of Catalogs… *sigh*
It seems I have all these wonderful gift ideas float through the fog in my brain and before I can get around to my list they’ve already escaped. Catalogs are coming in by the droves and at the moment there is only one I know for sure I’m ordering out of. The rest I’m doing my very best to be all “FlyLady” about and send out to the trash instead of letting them stack up in piles around my office and nightstand. Speaking of FlyLady… I’ve been carefully filling in my Holiday Control Journal and keeping up with my decluttering. The entry close

Splitting Peas
Wow, this place looks almost psychotically autumn-ey, doesn’t it? (that statement will make no sense when the autumn template goes away so I hope no one goes prowling through my archives come December) What am I averaging now? Two posts a month? Maybe? Who would have thunk it, hmm? The sad thing is that every time I crack open to write a new post I end up with an overwhelming desire to give some sort of update. You know, the kids are fine, the hubs is fine, I’m no more crazy than usual, and yes, Maggie is still bouncing off the walls. As I write this my Halloween decorations are still up… thatR

Happy Halloween!!!
We’ve made out trek to the pumpkin patch. The costumes are mostly together (Kate and I have a few minor details to pick up) and all that is left to do is carve the pumpkins and make some Halloween treats! Tonight Kate and I will make some Scotch-O-Roos, corpse finger cookies, and a chocolate butterfing

Eventually…
I have drafts left unfinished. I’m overdue for a bit of an update around here. Quite frankly, it’s tough to look at my blog appearing so out of season. I’ll get around to it just like I get around to everything eventually. Everything might be eventual, but to me everything is seasonal. Different times of the year call for different music, decorations, food, and drinks. The beer I was drinking in July is far different from the beer I drink in October. The wallflowers (Bath and Bodyworks) that are plugged in around my house are far different today than they were a month ago. Fall/Winter are, without a doubt, my favorite time of year. I love the smell of coffee or