Tuesday, October 31, 2006


(as you can see... sir laughsalot didn't stray far for halloween dress)

1. fighting a dastardly pirate

2. boys just wanna have fun!

3. pets on parade

Monday, October 30, 2006

happy halloween!!
Here are a couple spooky poems that
Sir Laughsalot and I have been reading ....


I spot the hills ...
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvestmoon:
I am a jack-o-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know ...
I am fooling.

carl sandburg


With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisped, break from the trees
And fall.

adelaide crapsey

Sunday, October 29, 2006

I'd Like You To Meet.......


Don't let the armor and weaponry scare you.... he's really a rather cheerful bloke and only fights monsters, bad guys, and Sadaam Hussein.

Sir Laughsalot has a long history of cheerfulness and was, in fact, born smiling. Some say it's just gas, but I like to believe otherwise.

Sir Laughsalot can be worked up into hysterics with just the slightest provocation........for
reading funny books. He's even been known to cackle in his sleep.......no nightmares for this brave knight.
"A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance..." Proverbs 15:13

Friday, October 27, 2006


I am from hand-made Easter dresses, from Ranger Rick, Heartland Granola, and Cabbage Patch Kids.

I am from the oldest house in Calloway County, whippoorwill and bobwhite calls in the evening, haunted woods and cemeteries, and forests filled with unicorns and wood nymphs.

I am from yellow seas of daffodils on the hillside, butterfly weed along the dirt road home, and daylilies blooming behind the old building.

I am from homemade gift-giving, bargain shopping, porch settin', and pickin' and grinnin', from stubborn Scotch, Irish, and
Germans, from Loughs and Mullens, from Evelyn Jenny, and Mary Gene.

I am from music-filled houses, craftsmen, and lively conversations.

From "Jesus loves me, this I know" and "Music is the language of the soul".

I am from conservative Southern Baptists, potlucks on the grounds, "Just As I Am", alter calls, and kind-hearted sunday school teachers.

I'm from the land between the lakes, the green rolling hills of West Virginia, the Blue Ridge mountains, and the foothills of Tennessee, from homemade English muffins, apple butter, biscuits and gravy, and Baba's spaghetti.

From a World War II veteran and a spunky, but genteel Southern lady, from a motherless boy raised by his siblings and who went "sparkin" with Gracie, the neighboring farmgirl.

I am from weavers of magic tales, from bundling up under handmade afghans in front of warm fires, from vegetable gardens and feeding the cows, from long summer days filled with play, from an old, white farmhouse and a childhood filled with innocence and love. May every child be so blessed!

(This poem was inspired from a poem by George Ella Lyons and the template has made the rounds for others to do. It is a great way to reflect on what makes you who you are. The link is here:http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm. I'd love to hear your "Where I'm From" poems! -bluemountainmama)