post halloween monday tummy pain funday

In true Freddie and Emily fashion, we invited people over for a Halloween party...about 20 hours before said party was to take place. If there's one thing I've learned since marrying Freddie, it's that Hey! Spontaneity always works and you should always make the most spontaneous decision ever!

^^I was joking. I have not learned to embrace spontaneity yet. I still want to cry when Freddie won't plan things, and Freddie wants to cry when I try to plan things. We compromised and decided that we'll both still do exactly as we have been doing always, and I'll plan and he won't and we'll both always want to cry. Compromise, people! Get on our marriage level!

In true Emily fashion, I created something that was appropriate for a child's party and not an adult's party. 

Anyways, I guess the point of this Post-Halloween Monday Tummy Hurt Funday is that...

sometimes spontaneity does work. Cool friends come over, eat your child-appropriate food, drink your dry ice cocktails, play Cards Against Humanity in the grossest slash only way to play Cards Against Humanity way, and make you realize that sometimes not planning ahead works out just fine.

But only sometimes...

And don't tell Freddie I admitted that sometimes it does work.

K thanks. 

Being an adult and not having an adult tell you when to stop eating candy kind of sucks. 

On that note, how was your Halloween?

friday favorites: all things scary edition

In honor of tomorrow being Halloween and all, let's get spooky today!

And by spooky I mean not spooky at all, because spooky is scary, and scary is not fun. 

Let's get Halloween-y today!

There we go. That's better.

Favorite Halloween Jam

This Is Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas

I mean, does it get any more non-spooky, but kind of spooky than I am the one hiding under your bed. Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red. PSA: the monster under your bed is real. Just for tonight, though. 

Favorite Halloween Food

Butternut Squash and Sweet Potato Soup

I mentioned this soup in my Whole30 resources post, but obviously it is just as important in a Halloween post. At first glance this soup is in no way Halloween related, but there is the very important fact that it is orange and orange is a Halloween color. Therefore, this soup is 100% Halloween related. It also happens to be 100% delicious. I am not lying when I say 100% delicious as I have eaten it for dinner two nights this week and lunch two days this week. Hashtag I'm turning orange. For the sake of Halloween. How not spooky of me. 

Favorite Halloween Purchase 

This answer will be short and sweet...

Any and every dang thing from the Target dollar section. They have got cheap Halloween on lock-down. Kudos, Target, for always winning in the game of Who Has The Best Dollar Section? 

Favorite Halloween Pilates Move

Spoiler alert: there is no such thing as a Halloween Pilates move. There are such things as Pilates moves done on the day of Halloween, so I guess whatever Pilates move(s) you do tomorrow will count. Since today is Halloween Eve, my Pilates move has some added help from a not spooky overlay, thanks to PicMonkey.

The Saw 

(^^ooooh, total spooky horror movie weapon moment right there)

pro tips: Hinge at the hip to twist, reaching through the crown of your head. Keep your opposite hip heavy and pushing down into the floor because you should be reaching with your arms. Not with your hips. 

Favorite Halloween Costume from A Halloween Past

I wrote about many a past Halloween costume here, but this one takes the cake. Literally, Hershey kisses take the cake, amiright or am I right? My vote is that Hershey Kisses are better than cake. Hashtag not a cake fan. Double hashtag not at all. My mother made this costume which officially makes her the sweetest mom ever. Get it? Sweetest? Yeah? I'll never be the sweetest mom because I can't sew.

Sigh.
Anyways...

Happy Not Spooky, Halloween Eve Friday!

Linking up with Karli and Amanda! 

all the Halloween feels

It's the Wednesday before Halloween. Two important things of which to take note: 

1) We have not gone to a pumpkin patch yet

2) ^^This means we have not carved a pumpkin yet
although I did cut and scoop a butternut squash last night so I think I've filled my food guts quota for the year. 

Excuse me, three important things:

3) ^^This means that we have not wasted precious pre-Halloween candy eating time with carving pumpkins. More candy = mo' winning at life.

I would say it doesn't feel like Halloween yet, and that's 99% entirely true, and it's not just because of our Jack O' Lantern-less selves. It's because I'm still sweating when I go outside. Remember the terrible, horrible, and sad, depressing story of when I was forced to wear a white turtleneck under my Snow White costume because of the lower temperatures? Yeah well, living in Texas makes me realize that "slutty" versions of Halloween costumes weren't created for the sex appeal as much as they were created by people who live in Texas, and therefore need less clothing coverage on Halloween.

Totally logical, go with me on that. Moving on. 

The reason I say the whole it not feeling like Halloween is only 99% entirely true is because there is that tiny, minuscule, almost invisible 1% of a Halloween feeling lingering around. 

It's lingering in the tiny, minuscule, almost invisible pumpkins on our dining room table.

It's lingering in the burlap-is-where-it's-at Hobby Lobby pumpkin. 

It's lingering around the $1 candy corn banner I snatched up from the Target dollar bins. 

Side bar: snatched definitely equals bought in this and all instance(s). Glad we got that cleared up.

It's lingering with the Fabulous (with a capital F for added important, mmhmm) pumpkins my mom and I glitterified when I was home a couple weeks ago.

And finally, it's definitely lingering in the giant bowl of Reese's Halloween mix. Speaking of, I haven't had my daily fifth serving of Reese's today. The Halloween Horror!

What makes it feel like Halloween to you?

this is halloween. this is halloween.

Well, it's Halloween. 

Which means I am currently either A) in a candy coma 

or B) about to be in a candy coma 

or C) already in a candy coma, but so out of it I don't realize I am in said candy coma.

Man, being a kid. It's so cool, yet not-so-cool. When you're a kid you can actually go trick-or-treating without being judged. You get lots of candy, but you have parents and adults telling you you can only have 4 pieces of candy or else you'll get a tummy ache! Boo, tummy aches, amiright? Then you grow up and you are the adult and HA! You can eat all the candy you want. Best part of life ever! Except your metabolism is not what it was when you were 5 and only eating 4 pieces of candy. Now you are 25 and eating 44 pieces of candy and tummy aches and weight gain and all that good stuff comes with Halloween (so that's why adults just have parties and drink on Halloween...)

So, Happy Halloween!

May your candy selection be so good that you don't even care about metabolism and other silly things.

I know I don't care.

^^I ate my third mini Milky Way bar of the morning as I typed that up there. 

In honor of this candylicious holiday, I will now take you back for many a Flashback Fridays: Halloween edition.

A painted pumpkin before Pinterest made it cool. It's like my parents invented Pinterest or something.

Forget about Emily the Bunny in this one. Let's talk about how punny it is that my brother, Joseph, was Joseph and the Coat of Many Colors. Ha! Bible humor, the best. I don't think Emily the Bunny came from a Bible story...

Looks like this was a year Young Em needed to eat some more candy in order to fit in her Belle costume.

The year was 1993. The costume was Snow White. But my mother made me be a Snow White with a white turtleneck. Do you remember seeing Snow White wear a turtleneck under her dress in the movie? No, you didn't. Because it would have ruined her outfit and then the Prince might have never fallen in love with her and then the dwarves would have never found her after she bit the apple and life as we know it would have never happened. But, that Snow White in that picture. She had to wear a turtleneck so she didn't get sick from the cold. I classify this in the why my life was hard as a young child file.

This Madeline didn't need red hair to be a sassy. Brown hair, don't care. Pooh-Pooh to you, Mr. Tiger in the zoo.

There you have it. The Golden Years, when surviving off of a sugar high was just another day in the books. Childhood, you were good to me. Candy, be good to me today.

Happy Halloween!
Linking up with Karli!

on levels of pumpkin carving

There are a lot of things I can do well.

There are also a lot things I can not do well. 

The older I get the more I realize just how black and white that list of can and can't's really is. 

I can teach ballet.

I can't dance ballet anywhere near the level at which I used to dance.

I can wash the clothes.

I can't remember to get said clothes out of the dryer.

I can eat an endless amount of chocolate.

I can't eat an endless amount of green beans. 

I can cook.

I can't find the want (or need, really) to cook. Thanks for the sushi rolls, Harris Teeter.

I can mop the floors.

I can't get off Instagram in order to have the time to mop the floors.

And so on and so forth. You get the picture. I added a new can(not) to my list as of last weekend. Are you ready for it?

I can carve a pumpkin.

I can't carve it any better than a small child would carve it. 

But wait, don't even look at Jack the Jack-O-Latern's baby face. Look behind Jackie at Rick's face. His focused, determined, don't-mess-with-me face. The face I see anytime he works on a puzzle. Or cooks a new recipe. Or, at my demands, tries to get the Wii to work. 

That is the face of a dude who can do a whole heck of a lot of stuff. Like finish puzzles, and produce delicious dinner creations, and make a Wii work.

Oh yeah, and carve (etch? with a wand?) a mighty sweet lookin' pumpkin. 

Pumpkins of the Lowcountry, I promise I'll try to do better next Halloween.

People of the Lowcountry, enjoy coming to our doorstep and, based off of the pumpkins, assuming a father and his young child live there.

I can (and did) choose a pretty rad husband.
I can't ever get on my husband's (or his pumpkin's) level.

p.s.- I also watched Hocus Pocus for the first time ever this past weekend (like, no way! Shut up! Jaws on the floor) and all I have to say is Ehhhhhhhhhh. All I know is that if 6 year old Emily had watched that PG movie I would have been asking a lot of questions about virgins...

Over and out. 

happy hallo-ongweek

Halloween is fixin' to be here. This is exciting for 2 reasons. Reason #1- It means we are THAT much closer to Christmas. Reason #2- It means we are THAT much closer to Christmas. Reason #3- There is candy everywhere.

Reason #1 is so important I felt that it needed to be reiterated. 

I've never been one to get super excited for Halloween. It is exciting that my grocery shopping is a whole lot easier this time of year because all that it involves is CANDY. Done and done. But I spend most of my year counting down for my birthday (DUH) and for Christmas, so Halloween is more of a marking point in my journey to get to Christmas! and Christmas movies! and Christmas cookies! and Christmas trees! and Santa Claus!

There are only 57 more days until Christmas, y'all. Get excited with me. 

I bet you thought this post was going to be about Halloween, didn't you? 

This pre-Halloween week has been a long one. Literally, I think several hours or days or Energizer batteries were added to this week because it is just going on and on and on. BUT have no fear, Friday is here! Also, last night some of the ATL food trucks were in Decatur and honeybuns, my tummy has never been so happy. (other than all those other times it was happy with good food). Seriously though, that food was delicious. Tacos, risotto balls, and GELATO. Blueberry cheesecake and hazelnut nutella gelato to be exact. 

This week also featured Mr. Diddy's heart surgery. In the midst of being extremely worried and nervous about this, Mr. Diddy did what he always does best: comforted people with his wonderful humor. Here he was, lying in pre-op hooked up to just about every machine and drug you could imagine, and he was quizzing Ann on the molecular structure of sugar and table salt. He was telling us how glad he was that the Varsity was on the way home so he could get some after this was all done (heart surgery has obviously made a huge impact on this man). I couldn't help but smile and laugh and want to give him a big 'ole kiss on that one spot of his forehead that wasn't covered with some kind of tube and tell him I loved him (which I totally did do, btdubs). Anyways, surgery went very well and he is plugging along at Piedmont trying to get well enough to come home. 

What a little pre-op cutie!

Some more pictures from hospital day...

Russell carried his baby, Mac, around around with him everywhere. Aw, such a protective father. 

And this guy who is saving our planet by choosing to ride a horse down Peachtree St. 

Thank you all for your prayers and happy thoughts going into this week. I know the Dids appreciates it tremendously. Now, let's go celebrate Halloween and the imminent return of CHRISTMAS.