You got all this candy… Now What?

Let’s face it: Halloween candy is totally unnecessary for the human body to consume.

Humans do not need the massive quantities of refined sugar, fat, preservatives, and questionable filler that make up most of the candy passed out on Halloween by your neighbors, shopkeepers, and friendly strangers whom you encounter. Does anyone really need 20 Snickers, 14 Milky Ways, 55 tootsie rolls and pops, stale bubble gum and other impossibly sticky things that make Dentists both cringe and get excited for the overwhelming number of November 1st phone calls at the same time?! No, we don’t.

Does that mean I’ve never touched a delicious King Size Butterfinger bar or dug into a Milky Way Dark Mini before? That would be no… I’ve had my fair share as a child, as a teenager, and now as an adult, because we have to give it out to total strangers who knock on our door on the 31st, right??! It would be downright criminal to turn off the lights and hide in a back room somewhere because we didn’t want to answer the many calls of social pressure that occur between dusk and the late evening on Pumpkin Day!

Besides, do we really need to send our children out into the night, dressed up in all things from princesses to superheroes to creepy crawly things or undead monsters we don’t want to run into in a dark alley somewhere, all the while begging total strangers for treats with the unspoken promise that they won’t in turn smash their pumpkins, egg their front door, or cause other illegal forms of mischief and mayhem?? Again, no. But it sure is fun!!

So now that the night is over, and your kids have gone trick or treating on no fewer than 3 different days at 5 different venues, they have amassed a gianormous fortune in hard candy and chocolate. What do you do with it all? What will keep you from having to put 2 pieces of poison in your kids’ lunches every day until next Halloween?

My October

October is always a super busy month for me.  Like, really busy.  So busy, in fact, that I've had a heck of a time trying to get to the gym this month and most likely won't go more than a handful of times the entire calendar month!  I really want to... but it's just not gonna happen.  Blogging?  I haven't even averaged once a week this month. Here's why:

Where I'm From

I stumbled upon a post by a fellow blogger, On the Rocks and Straight Up.  Her prelude was:  This was written for this week's writing meme at the Red Dress club. The prompt was kind of a Mad-Libs fill in the blank poem called "Where I'm from." Where I'm From template.

Random Things

I was surfing a friend's newly published blog (which I am not linking to for privacy sake, unless she gives me blessings) and ran across her post of 25 random things.  I posted mine on Facebook back in January 2009, and thought I'd take a stroll down memory lane to see what my 25 things were.  Amazingly, 24 were right on target, and just a few needed "freshening up."  Here goes!

1. I like to know what the rules are. And, I like to find my way around them whenever possible, because they don’t apply to me.

Week 5 thru 7 - Life as a Post-Op Bariatric Patient.

Week 1;  Week 2;  Week 3;   Week 4  <-- read me first in case you're new here!

Weeks 5 thru 7

My doctor’s appt at the end of the 4 week period did result in a LapBand tightening.  What’s that?  Yeah… that’s the part THEY DON’T TELL YOU ABOUT!  Well, I will.  

Dog Days

It's hot.  Like 111 in the shade at 5 pm hot.  (seriously, yesterday....!  but today's high was 98 and sticky!) 

Countdown 3...2...1

*10* Random Things about Me:

1. I have 2 sets of twin girls, 21 months apart

2. E.T. was filmed across the street from my house when I was a kid; our house can be seen in several scenes.

A Post With Two Possible Titles

Positively spun: “Everything’s BIG in America" (including this post, so pull up a comfy chair and get a glass of water)

Negatively stated:  "Now I Know Why the World Hates Us"

Open Mouth, Insert Foot

My little “poor me” rant from earlier this week was apparently ill timed.

Would You Like Some Cheese with that Whine?

About a year ago, the Daddy and I started talking about moving our family from the little suburb of LA that I grew up in and had lived in (on and off!) for 25 years, and heading about an hour southeast to the place where Daddy spent his 20’s and coincidentally, close to where I was born.