Family Halloween Fun

Okay, so I am kind of late, but due to sickness I couldn’t get this post up until today. Last Saturday was Halloween and as promised, I was going to take my kids trick or treating. Well, reality set in(and some introvert-ness) and I knew I didn’t want to go out anywhere. It was cold and rainy and I just didn’t have the energy to deal with it. But, I knew I had to come up with an amazing plan b in order for my kids to roll with it. What better than a Halloween party…with an extended curfew! (The curfew was the kicker lol). So, it was settled. I looked up a few quick ideas for a Halloween party and we were on. Now, all of this was done very quickly and was easy enough for them both to help me prepare. They weren’t too sugary, as they already had enough candy, but they were still enjoyable.

  1. Jello shots

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Now, let me explain why this even came into my head to make. My sister was suppose to have her 21st birthday, but we decided to not do a party and just go out. This was after I bought a ton of things for jello shots. So, I had to use it up and what better way then give them to the kids. It was easy to hand out and easy clean up. Just whip up the jello in separate bowls so that you can have different colors in different containers. I would do this first because the jello takes about an hour to fully set.

2. Grape worms

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These are extremely easy to make and healthy. All you need are grapes, skewers, and I used writing gel for the eyes and mouth. We decided on green and red grapes to give it a more fun look, but you can use any kind that you want. Just pop the grapes on the skewers(be careful of the pointy ends with kids) and then add some eyes and a little mouth. My 5 year old loved these! I had to make him stop eating them lol.

3.Ghost Marshmallows


Here is another idea for the remainder of the skewers that you may have left. Ghost marshmallows are gooey and great for presentation. You can get any kind of marshmallows that you want, but we opted for the smores marshmallows(flat and square) and pumpkin shaped marshmallows. Using the writing gel icing again, black and red, I let the boys decorate them and there you go. Easy prep and easy clean up.

4. Mummy Dogs

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Now these have to be my favorite. Crispy and juicy and super cute. All you need are a pack of your favorite hot dogs and a can of crescent rolls. Cut the crescent roll dough in small strips and twist around the hot dog. This is perfect for little fingers because it doesn’t have to be perfect. The crazier, the better. Add a few drops of ketchup for eyes and that is it. I think you see my theme for easy is pretty clear. 🙂

5. Chips and OMG!


This is the star of the evening. A huge carved pumpkin, who has obviously had too much candy. This is a normal guacamole with chips on the side, but the presentation is key. This was my first time carving a pumpkin, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought. You can play around with the expression to make it look even more realistic.The guacamole was a simple recipe with two avocados, tomatoes, and I used a guacamole spice pack for seasoning. While it looks horrendous, the taste is amazing.


And that’s it! Hide and seek for the candy and have a great Halloween party! The boys loved this so much that I am thinking about making this a tradition. May invite people next time:).

Daddyless Daughter


Let me start by saying this post is a long time coming. I have had this post in my heart for almost a year now but never knew how to quite get it out. Then the queen of the universe, Oprah Winfrey, had a show entitled “Daddyless Daughters” and I thought to myself, I am not the only one who has thought about this. No, I did not watch the show. (I am actually going to make myself watch it tonight.) I did not watch the show because I knew what they were talking about and frankly I didn’t have time to stir up old emotions. I had my own stuff to deal wit. Kids, job issues, self motivation issues, relationship issues…thinking about being a daddyless daughter was not something I was trying to add to my list. But, finally, in lieu of my issues I am ready to tackle this one. I am no longer worried about who reads this and what they think because frankly I could give two shits. When you get to a certain age, people’s thoughts and perception start to slowly mean less and less. Those who matter already know my issues so what anyone else thinks or comments is irrelevant.

Let me start by saying my real father lives in San Diego. Him and my mom divorced when I was five and she moved to Atlanta. My relationship with him is very non existent. Honestly, I don’t know a thing about him except he drinks. That’s where I get that from. I have never had a connection with him, nor have I ever wanted to. It’s funny how you think you are over something, even as an adult, until you are faced with that something. A few months back my father contacted my sister in California trying to contact me. This shocked me because at 27 I have seen my father a good five times, if that, and have spoken to him a good three. What was he contacting me for? Maybe he had a change of heart and actually wanted to get to know his daughter. I mean, I’m a published author now, so I have some interesting things going on. Maybe he wants to know about his grandchildren. Maybe he wants to visit or fly us out. These are all the things that went through my head as I waited for his call. But lo and behold, he wanted none of these things. He wanted my mom to stop child support so he could pursue something. I remember being on the phone with him and he faked interest and started asking me questions. I felt like I was on the phone with a complete stranger. “So, how are you?” “Fine.” “Hmm.” Silence. “Your mom told me you wrote a book.” “Yeah. I have two.” “Hmm.” More silence. “Well, where can I get it?” “I have a website that you can purchase them on.” “Hmm. What’s the website?” www.iamje- ” “Why don’t you just email it to me?” -_- Did he just interrupt me?? Yeah, that’s how it went. A conversation with my father. The man who helped give me life. The man who is suppose to be the one male I can depend on. The one that I can run to when I have problems. The one who tells me over and over again that I am the prettiest girl in the world. The one that I want my husband to be like. That was my father on the phone. Who knew nothing and did not care to know anything about his little girl.

Now, like I said before I never really talked to my father, so he was pretty non-existent in my eyes. My mother remarried when I was about 8 and I had my dad around. Growing up, I remember my dad being funny and goofy. But I was a real mama’s girl so I didn’t even pay him that much attention. As I got older, I began to notice the withdrawal, especially after they began to have kids of their own. High school, I honestly could not stand being there. The yelling, the attitude, the disregard for others feelings. People wonder why I hate cartoons like Spiderman, Batman, etc. Well, try watching TV in the living room and having your dad snatch the remote from the couch and turn the channel and his only response is “when you pay the bills then you can watch what you want to.” Yeah, I hated anything he came into contact with. People wonder why I am so independent and absolutely refuse help. Seriously, this guy offered to open my door and I cussed him out about it because I didn’t need his help. But you have to understand where I am coming from. Going over your parents house with your kids, at night, and having absolutely no, NONE, help from your dad to get the kids back in the car and any additional bags I may have left with. Or being dropped off from the grocery store and not getting any help to take the groceries inside. This was and is my life. Why would I let a man help me when my dad doesn’t even do it? Why should I deserve this type of common courtesy treatment? Why would I believe anything that comes out of a man’s mouth? My own dad doesn’t speak to me. So what makes what is coming out of your mouth special? See, this is my mindset and it didn’t take until today for me to be fully over it. Hence, the reason why I am writing this post. I am over being afraid of what someone might say. I am over being cautious of other’s feelings when I’m hurting here and no one knows. I am over it.

Being a daddyless daughter has hindered me more because I actually have two dads! But the rejection from not just one, but two, is worse. It keeps me thinking something must be wrong with me because damn neither one of them gives a damn about you. Neither one of them tells you you are beautiful. Neither one of them tells you you are wonderful. Neither one of them tells you that you are a good mother. That you are a hard worker. That you are worthy of love. That you can do anything in this world. That they love you. I wrote this post so that people can realize the affects that they have on their children. Those babies aren’t just playing and living life without taking mental notes of everything that you are doing. You are affecting them. This has affected me still and I am 27. I cannot properly love someone else because of this. Do you really want that for your children? Do you want your issues affecting their ability to do something in their lives? Parents you have to wake up and realize that it is just not you anymore. You are affecting everyone around you and could possibly continue a horrible cycle. Love your kids more. Spend time with them. Tell them how wonderful they are even if they are getting on your last nerves. If they can’t come to you and receive praise, why would they expect it from others? As far as me and this issue, I have written about it and thus the healing has began. I have also poured a huge glass of wine. 😉

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