NaNoWriMo,  Parenting

Hello, November

novemberLast night was Halloween here in the States. Actually, does any other country celebrate Halloween besides Mexico with Dias de los Muertos? Who else sends their children out one night a year to go to stranger’s houses to accept candy and treats? But it’s so much fun to dress up and pretend to be someone, or something, else, isn’t it? The neighborhood we live in is great. The neighbors really go out of their way to make it special for the kids, and one family do a haunted house every year. You can go through their home and partake of the Halloween fun. Plus, this neighborhood is really safe. We’re very fortunate to have been able to move here.

Last year was Tornado’s second Halloween and he wouldn’t dress up but that was okay. This year, oh…let me tell you…he had it ALL figured out. He dressed up and went up to the houses like it was nobody’s business. He said “trick or treat” and “thank you” and “wait for me” and “no, I carry it myself”. I was just along for the ride apparently. And he had a blast. I totally did not see that coming. And Jack had fun as well. He went as THE Puppet Master. We found out later that my Β 19 year old niece went as a puppet (she looked incredible) but she lives over an hour away and had to go home for the weekend so she couldn’t come go with us. But she wanted to. She thought it was awesome that she and Jack were thinking along the same lines. I have the best family. I’m telling you. Here’s some pics:



Doesn’t my niece look incredible? She astonishes me all the time.

Next up, writing news. I have completed my NaNo writing for today. I may do more but it’s doubtful as I really need to get caught up with some housework that I let go the past couple of days. Tomorrow is writing group so I have some reading to do tonight, but at some point I plan on getting on Facebook and setting up my writer page. I’ll make sure I post it as soon as it is live. Promise.

And that’s about it for today. I seriously doubt you want to hear how I had to go look for a dress for next Friday when I will be escorting Sean (my 18 year old) onto the football field for senior night. I did find one, an excellent one, and some fantastic shoes. I’m excited. I think I also get to meet The Girl. Don’t know about that yet, but excited nonetheless.

And so, I am going to leave you with a poem I wrote when I was in high school myself. I think it’s fitting for today. Happy weekend everyone!

xo Jesi


November Days

By Jessica Scott

I look outside at the trees,

At the yellow, brown, and crimson leaves

Softly tumbling from the branches.

They fall to the ground with a whisper.

A gentle breeze picks them up

And blows them around the yard

Like a child blowing on a dandelion.

They turn cartwheels down the driveway.

They leap over objects in the way

With a ballerina’s grace.

They fly through the air like brown birds.

And then suddenly,

They fall to the ground again

To settle over the lawn

Like a warm blanket.

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at


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