Celebrate the Good Times

Over the weekend Chris and I went to Vegas. We had a blast! My birthday was the occasion and U2 graciously hosted the celebration.;)

Bono was a true sport and gave his

heart as always for the

performance, thanks man.

And Fergie from Black-Eyed Peas

was as "Glamourous" as expected.

We had general admission tickets and I'm not sure at what age you outgrow the mob mentality in the front of the stage, but 33 wasn't it for me. We were there with the Irish foreigners that traveled across the pond to see what they consider "the world's house band" and with those poor suckers that had been waiting in line all day to get a good spot.

The world's house band, U2.

Now, I don't always expect this type of treatment on my birthday, but I do have a thing from growing up that when you've survived a kinda tough year you celebrate the good times a little more than usual. I've only had a couple of these types of birthdays that I can remember, but this year was one those years. I look back and feel overwhelmed by what I've learned from the death of my mother and honestly relieved that the year is behind me. I also have a lot of joy, about knowing what's truly important to me and joy that I have a better perspective on what this life is all about.

So, we celebrated the good times...

Halloween here we come!

Halloween has quickly become known as the kick-off holiday around here. By New Year's Eve I'll be exhausted, but for now, I'm looking forward to the kick-off! So, you may wonder what I've been up too to prepare for the event? Well, here it goes:

1.) What Halloween is complete without a stockpile of candy. Afterall, what if they run out...

Let's be honest, stockpile is codeword

for "Mom's Stash." I'm slowly coming

around to the realization that this may

not be the best idea...

2.) It isn't Halloween unless your house says so...

We picked up these cute little metal

cut-outs at the Farmer's Market on

Saturday. The guy selling them also gave

us a free "U" which I was NOT happy

about and have only agreed to allow

it in the backyard. It's a long

story, but let's just say he got a kick

out of the rivalry in our household.

3.) Homemade costumes, why not?

We tend to do obscure costumes around

here, it will be Super Dex and his

trusty sidekick Cleevis. If you know

the reference, you're one person

I won't have to explain it too!

Wish me luck on sewing the capes!

In other news, Carter finally decided walking is a good idea afterall! At nearly 16 months he is officially walking more than crawling and is cute as a button when he does it. Arms up in the air seems to be required at this point.

He's gone, what to do...

My hubby is out of town, sad. What will I do while he's gone?

1. Stay up too late. Then, I always end up piling ridiculous amounts of pillows on the bed as if that somehow makes up for his absence next to me.

2. Clean and organize only to have most efforts slowly slip away the moment he returns...but, I'd rather have a messy house and my dear to share it with, wouldn't you?

3. Watch all of my back-logged episodes of random Reality shows and Oprah.

4. Wish he was home so I could watch our other back-logged episodes of The Office, Survivor, etc. instead.

5. Take some time for extra visits from friends and outings to get ice cream or shopping, you know, girl stuff.

6. Look forward to his return.

Not to get him in trouble or anything, but he forwarded this pic to us and

this doesn't look like a church meetinghouse on a Sunday, huh, huh?

I guess nobody's perfect, certainly not us...;)