Sweet.

My favorite candy? Gummy worms or bears.

Favorite dessert?
1. Strawberry Cheesecake
2. Brownie Sundae
3. Apple Strudel

This isn't a full moon.  But it is a pretty sky.  

A cute little horse.  Don't try to ride on it, though.  It just collapses and starts crying.  True story.

Scattered

I'm really running behind.  I guess life sped up a little and the photo challenge got left in the dark.  I meant to post this on Sunday and didn't.  Sorry.

So, as you can guess, I didn't shoot the full moon last night.

I'll tell you why.

Last time there was an election, I was really into it.  I showed it on here.  Why haven't I this time around?  Simple.  I don't have to.  Mostly, I think the last four years speak volumes about our current president. And the Romney/Ryan ticket has been clear about what they want. Nothing else needs to be said.  Thankyouverymuch.

So.  Have a Happy Halloween and then get out and vote.

BTW: Missing my political soul sister. *sniff*

Spooky

This was what I saw when I walked out my garage door on Monday.  YIKES!

Bountiful.

Initially when I saw the photo challenge for today, I dismissed it.  I didn't feel like I had anything to fit.  Turns out, I found three pictures to take for it.  

One of my favorite things to eat on a sandwich is alfalfa sprouts.  As a matter of fact, the sub I order at Jimmy John's?  I order it because of the avocado and the sprouts.  Except, then the whole alfalfa sprouts/salmonella scare came to be- and darn old JJ's hasn't brought them back yet.  Hrmph.  I might protest.  Maybe.  I guess as long as that sub still has avocado, I will get it.  Even though it's a turkey sub.  And I'm not turkey's number one fan.  As a matter of fact, we should give 'em a break in November.  I'm just saying.  Poor things are already so ugly, then they have to worry about getting eaten.  Sigh.  I just feel so bad. ;) Plus, then I could get right on to the Christmas season.

Anywho.  I love them (sprouts, not turkeys) enough that I just sprout my own nowadays.  I spied my mom doing that on a trip to MN.  And when she told me how easy it was, I was sold.  The plus side is, I know how they are handled, so hopefully we will avoid salmonella.  So, that's going to be a good bounty in two or three days.  *pumps fist* I can't wait!

 And then whaddya know?  I was on Pinterest one day and saw that you can keep the ends to your green onions (in water) and they will regrow.  Huh.  What a bounty I will (hopefully) get from that one bunch I bought.  It's looking pretty promising.

And.  A bounty of sick kids.  Enough that we have a pumpkin full of meds instead of candy as a centerpiece on our island.  True story.  Which is another reason that this chick hasn't come up with too many original photos- I have hardly left the house to snap any.  I really wanted to capture a beautiful doorway.  You can find them everywhere! And I really want to get out of the house. 

So.  There you have it.  A bounty of pictures of bounty.  *grin* 

Orange and leaves.

My little Kaija asks me to buy "canny cown" every time I go to the store.

She loves it.  Almost as much as I love her. 

As for me? I think canny cown is overrated. 

This was earlier in the fall.   I always admire this view 

and knew it would be perfect for this part of the challenge. 

Trees

Picture this.

 Vegetables

I know, right?  I'm really reaching here.  I had to dig into pictures from 

earlier this month.  There are squash if you look close! (heehee)

 Apples

As in, apples of my eye. I know.  Reaching, again.

But, I'm counting my blessings

lately.  And this bunch?  I count them twice.

Hat

My new hat.  I love hats.  *happy sigh*

I realize my photos are not going to win any awards.  But, hey!  I keep falling behind.

And now I'm caught up.  

Black and white in the kitchen.

See what I did there?  Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater.  

I have no creative inspiration with the whole broom thing. 

Although, it did cross my mind to take a picture of my car.

A little play on the whole witch/Halloween thing. 

But, it needs a wash so bad that it's embarrassing. 

Favorite Sweater

 First of all, this is Kaija's new favorite outfit.  She thinks the red silk shirt that is on backwards is a vest. 

And she insists on wearing a version of this outfit (sometimes she substitutes an orange skirt) as often as she can.  Including in public. Good thing this is baber number five for me.  I know it's not worth the fight.  

Anywho.  My favorite sweater.  It's thin, yet warm.  The sleeves are more than long enough.  (That's a big deal when your limbs are long.) And it is pretty versatile.  And.  This is as close I'm going to get to showing off my Miss Me jeans on the interweb.  This taking pictures of myself and posting them business makes me highly uncomfortable.  Just so you know.

Texture

Every day

I get to share my lunch time with this little lady.  If the two of us happen to be out in public eating, she will, without fail, need to go potty as our food arrives.  WITHOUT FAIL.  That part I don't enjoy. Otherwise, I'm soaking up this time with just her and I.  I was worried about how the days might go with her siblings back in school, but my worries were just that.  Worries.  I'm really enjoying her. Every day.

(On Saturday, she took a scary little tumble down the basement steps.  She survived, but my heart almost didn't. Hence the injuries.)

Sky

Wait for me!

Round

Streetlight at night

(in my mirror on my car. I felt weird creeping around this sub at night, so I snapped this ultra fast.)

 A smell I adore.  Like, super duper adore.

I craved this smell when I was prego. 

I would smell an orange for strange amounts of time.

I usually boil the peels after I eat an orange,

to make my house smell. Even when I'm not pg. 

12 noon

At 12 noon today, my HH was brewing up some delectable french press coffee.  

If you haven't tried it, you are missing out. 

It's so good, in fact, that our french press has so many chips in it,

and the spout is pretty much gone, 

but we power through it (on the weekends)

and treat ourselves to this liquid deliciousness.  

Here's your sign.

Harvest & Handwriting

 I love fall. 

This is my third fall in this area.

Heart. 

I really missed it when we were in NM. 

There is nothing like fall in the northern part of the USA! 

This happens to be the very first picture I took in 

my photography class in full manual mode.

I had shutter speed, aperture and ISO forming

the perfect triangle to get a good exposure.

I *love* when I can understand this gorgeous Rebel of mine.

One way to solidify your coolness.

Zztop and I have been heading out to a state park in the area and running the trails together.  (No, I cannot keep up with him.  He's a machine.  He kindly runs at my pace.  When I have had enough, he runs another loop and I pull out my trusty mountain bike, The Hardly.)

And that's how I solidified my coolness this past weekend.  I hate to tell you the story, because I'm sure there will be so many copycats, trying to match my awesomeness.  However, it's worth the risk.  And, I'll always be the original.

There were volunteers from some mountain biking group fixing a section of the loop that I usually take. And we had run the other loop, so I had no idea what was in store for me.  The section that the volunteers were working on was soft.  Really soft.  Picture a garden that is all tilled up, dry soil.  It was really hard to pedal in.  Worse than sand, even.

And I was barely chugging along when a couple of the volunteers asked me if I wanted to be the very first person to bike the new part of the trail.  I hesitated a little.  And they chided me, "Oh, come on! How many times do you get to be first person on a trail?"

Oh, yeah.  This was going to be epic.  And it was.  Just not in the way I imagined.  I took off like a shot, in a snail sort of way.  Everyone starts cheering.  Seriously.  Cheering.  As if.  And then comes the corner.  It was a sharp turn to the right and immediately there is an incline.  I'm cool.  I clearly didn't know how to take the corner in such soft dirt, because the next thing I know- I'm elbow deep in the dirt.  Epic.  I stood up quickly, hoping that maybe they didn't notice? Although, judging by the fact that nobody is cheering any longer, I kind of feel like they saw it. I wouldn't know, because I refuse to make eye contact with anyone.  I'm cool.  And that's when I see the hill.  And realize that there is no way I can start pedaling and make it up the hill from where I am, in dirt this soft.
(People want to be like me.  I just know it.) So, I strut up the hill, pushing The Hardly.

When I'm safely out of anyone's line of vision, I stop to inspect myself.  My left leg was bloody from knee to ankle.  Apparently, pride hurts worse than a physical injury.  As I was cleaning the blood on my leg, Zztop comes running up.  He was the first jogger on the new part of the trail.  And he overheard the volunteers talking about the chick that took a major biff.  Seriously.  I'm so cool that people talk about me after I leave.  You wish you were me.

Macro: bottle cap

Well, at least sometimes.  

Yes, I saved it.  

Yes, I duct taped it to the side of my cupboard.

Yes, I promptly forgot about it. 

I planned on instructing certain short people, very calmly,

to please refer to the bottle cap. 

But, shoot. It slipped my mind. 

Then again, my short people are perfect angels 

and never fight.

So, that's probably why I promptly forgot about it.

Until now.

(This doesn't pertain to you, even if you are shorter than me.) 

When I was a little girl

 This is what I looked like.  

I've been hearing lately, everywhere I go with Kaija, 

that she looks just like me. 

I love it, as I rarely get any credit for my kids.

I tried to let you see if there was any resemblance, 

but she didn't really understand the concept of

holding the photo by her face.

And my scanner is laying next to my desk,

waiting to be thrown out.  

So, this is what you get. 

You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit.

*This is part of the October photo challenge

that Yvonne has organized.

Stay tuned for more photos.*