Halloween Recap 2011

28 11 2011

Now that it’s after Thanksgiving, you’re probably in the mood for some Halloween stuff, right?  No?  Me either.  But some of these pictures are too funny not to share.  So bear with me.  Or just scroll down and feast on the eye candy – you don’t even have to trick-or-treat for it!

This being the first time in five years that I’ve been living in a house (versus an apartment) for Halloween, pumpkin carving was definitely in order.  No, there’s not a rule that says you can’t carve pumpkins in apartments but it sure is more fun when you can put them on display where people other than the two who lived in said apartment will see the jack o’ lanterns.  Being as in love with Hamlet as I am, I decided to carve a Boston Terrier into my pumpkin.  I found a stencil on the Better Homes and Gardens website, purchased my pumpkin carving kit and I was all set.  Here’s how it turned out.

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I called him Hamoween.

On Halloween night I invited my mom and stepdad, my sister-in-law Kari and brother Gabe, and my friend Melissa over for dinner and giving out candy to the trick-or-treaters.  Poor Melissa got in a car accident on the way to our house (don’t worry, she’s a-ok but her car got totaled) and my brother couldn’t make it.  So Mom, stepdad Steve, Kari, and I forged ahead without them.  We are baked ziti and salad and ate a lot of Halloween candy.  Mike got home later and got into the spirit so we put on our costumes.  Mike is the three stooges and I’m a cupcake.  Hamlet is a reluctant sheriff, who would not wear the cowboy in a saddle on his back.  Sorry for the blurry photo, darn cell phone camera.

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Moe and the sherrif were all business while the cupcake was happy to eat candy.

Mom and Kari got in on the fun too.

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Mom was a more fun-loving Moe.

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Larry loves cupcakes.

Of course Hamoween got lit and put out on the front porch.  No, that doesn’t mean he was too drunk and banished to the outdoors.

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Don't let his droopy eyes fool you, Hamoween was sober as a judge.

Hamlet was the constant surveyor.  Well, “constant” is a bit of a stretch.  At first he was diligent about barking in response to the doorbell and running to the front door to greet trick-or-treaters.  But when I pulled the baked ziti out of the oven and served dinner, he was totally uninterested in the doorbell or trick-or-treaters or Halloween in general; his only focus was cheesy baked pasta (don’t worry, he didn’t get anything but dog food and a dog treat or two).

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"Hey, you! What are you doing out there? Get off my lawn!"

My mom might have had a little too much candy because this was the last picture I took of the evening.  Yes, she is wearing Hamlet’s sheriff hat.  I love the smile on her face – isn’t my mom the best?  I sure think so.  I also love that you can see sister-in-law Kari in the window reflection.

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There's a new sheriff in town.

Does anyone have any Halloween stories they want to share a month after Halloween?  No, just me?  Alright, I promise to share my Christmas recap in a more timely manner.  I also promise to include a picture of my stepdad, as he was somehow (inadvertently) not included in any of these pics.

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Homemade Boston Terrier Stuffed Animals

25 11 2011

What’s better than a Boston Terrier of your very own?  A stuffed Boston Terrier that doesn’t poop, throw up at the top of the stairs, puke in your lap, or vomit on the floor on your side of the bed so you step in it when you wake up in the morning.  (Yes, Hamlet has completed all of those barf adventures in real life. What can I say, he has a gentle constitution.)

How to transition from vomit to stuffed animals?  Stuffed animals are usually for kids and kids throw up a lot so they already have a lot in common with Hamlet.  I figured the boy’s nieces would love a Boston Terrier of their very own.  The problem is, they already have a real-life, snorting, farting, humping Boston Terrier named Munson.  But stuffed animals are better because you don’t have to share with your sister.  Or so I hear.

I found the most darling patterns for Boston Terrier stuffies on Etsy.  The name of the shop is StichyWitchyDesigns and it’s the cutest patootest.  Missy, the owner/operator/seamstress/designer extraordinaire is so kind and helpful and fun.  Plus she ships everything fast and she provides great instructions and is generally fantastic.  You can follow her on Twitter or Facebook too.  Oh my goodness, I just checked out the latest in the Etsy shop and there are super fun things for Christmas like “Boston Terriers are Merrier” dog collars (I told you Missy was fun) and Pit Bull or French Bulldog advent calendars.

I am a lame sauce sewer but even I could put these together, so you can too!  When I say lame sauce, I’m serious.  I’m super slow speed-wise and not very bright smarts-wise when it comes to sewing.  I always ask my mom 79 questions and have to look in the instruction manual every time I sew to re-learn how to thread the bobbin on the machine.  Yes, even with a machine I’m slow as mo-lasses.  But these patterns are literally cutting out the pieces, sewing the pieces together, turning the whole thing inside out, stuffing it with batting, and sewing it closed.  Take a look for yourself, are they not adorabs (adorable for anyone who isn’t following my Shelley-speak)?

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Hamlet, it looks like someone is rather interested in you.

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Coming in for a closer look...sniff, sniff.

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Oh, isn't she pretty?

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Is that a custom cupcake ribbon collar you're wearing? And how about that bow? Aren't you pretty!

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Just two peas in a pod.

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Sometimes best friends don't even have to talk. They can just hang.

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We keep an eye out for one another.

What do you think of them?  Do you make handmade gifts?  I always get excited about making handmade and then leave it to the last minute and get stressed and end up eating eighteen Christmas layer bars in one sitting to compensate.  FYI, it doesn’t really help at all with the stress, just with the love handles.

The first pattern I used (the Boston Terrier walking on the grass) is the Boston Terrier pal fabric panel while the second one (the Boston Terrier head) was a pattern called Dottie the Boston Terrier that Stichy Witchy no longer carries.

*I wasn’t compensated in any way to write this post.  I just happened upon Sitchy Witchy Designs while browsing Etsy, loved the products, and wanted to share the news with my favorite blog readers.





Happy Thanksgiving and Thank You to You!

24 11 2011

Just popping in to say hi and wish you a very happy Thanksgiving.  Hamlet is overloading on stuffing and mashed potatoes so his mouth is too full of carbs to form any words right now.  I’m pretty sure there’s nothing but gravy running in his veins now.

I’m just kidding.  But if I could give him Thanksgiving dinner without harming his health or cleaning up the resulting barf-fest, I would.  I love that dog.  He’s my baby and one of my best friends.  I’m thankful to have him in my life and I hope he’s gaga for me too.  We’re like the duck and the chicken all stuffed inside of the turducken, that’s how close we are.  Turducken besties.

I say all this because, as you know, today is a good day to tell the people in your life that they matter, you love them, you’re grateful for their presence and friendship and jokes and support, all the good stuff that goes with green bean casserole.  So I want to send out a big virtual turkey drumstick to all of you and tell you how much I love it that you stop in on this blog every so often and say hi, read about Boston Terrier antics, and tolerate my not funny jokes and chatty Cathy-ness.

It wouldn’t be the same without you.  You put the green in Green Eggs and Hamlet.  Or the eggs, whatever’s your favorite.  Or the Hamlet, which is why I leave you with a beauty shot of him.  It’s just one of many things I’m thankful for but I sure love seeing that sweet face first thing every morning.

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Boston Terrier Nesting – A Breakdown

21 11 2011

Hamlet’s new favorite thing in our new house is this old rug that I’ve had since 2004 when I purchased it on clearance at Target.  I think I paid $2.99 for it and I used it in my first ever rental house in Boulder, CO.  We had it at the apartment too but it was in the guest room so Hamlet never noticed it.  He never noticed it because there was a bed in the guest bedroom that got perfect sunlight in the afternoon.  Who would nap on a rug when they have the choice of a sun-drenched bed?  I certainly wouldn’t.  Neither did Ham.  More proof that he’s a genius.

Anyway, back to the rug.  It’s his new favorite thing because he now has a soft place to hang out in the kitchen.  Anyone else have a dog that does not like to sit on hard surfaces and all out refuses to lay down on them?  To the point that when he sits down on the sidewalk he often backs his butt up until he can rest his rump on my shoe.  No, just me?  Moving on, then.  We were the people in dog training class whom the teacher had to lay out a carpet scrap for, otherwise Ham would not do “down” because of the cement floor.  It’s a miracle he passed the Canine Good Citizen test without the use of his beloved carpet scrap.

Back to the rug, again.  A lot of times I am cooking or baking in our new (to us) kitchen.  I could tell Hamlet wanted to sit in there with me but I knew he didn’t like sitting or laying on the hardwood floor.  So I found the rug in a box I was emptying and put it in front of the cabinet with the sink so I can stand on it when I wash dishes.  It’s also one of Hamlet’s favorite spots, provided one of us human-givers-of-food is in the kitchen.

Tonight he decided he loved the rug so much that he tried to nest in it.  Anyone else have a dog who digs and roots around in blankets until he makes a perfect nest and then circles around and lies down?  No, just me?  Nesting in an 18″ long rug is a difficult feat.  No way to fluff it up and pat it back down or make the perfect tunnel to burrow into like with a fleece blanket or comforter.  The rug does not want to be nested but Ham is insistent.  Here’s a photo breakdown of the nesting attempt on the kitchen rug.  It’s a lot of pulling this way, pushing that and it ends up the exact same as it started.  But he seems to be pleased with his efforts and that’s what counts.

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