Halloween

We had a party.

It was our first official party since moving into our new house. I think it may be the first of many, provided our friends don't keep on having babies. I only got a few pictures, but since the only people who read this blog were unable to attend, I wanted you all to see what you missed out on.

Lots of food

(cupcakes courtesy of Hardy's Haunts)

A very historical family

The Whittier Drive pumpkin carving tradition

Nathan's big mustache

Next time, you guys should totally come.

Rosemont Farms

In being unemployed I have decided that my true life’s calling is to be a rancher. I realize that it is a little tricky to do living in a small suburban subdivision. However, undeterred by our location, Nate and I started this dream with some chickens, a dog, and a nice little garden out back.

Well, we have just added on and taken one step closer to being a real farm. Allow me to introduce to you the newest members of Rosemont Farms.

Hank

Big Momma

Little Boy

Bunny

One day what I really hope to get is a small herd of these:


Your eyes do not deceive you - that is a miniature cow.

But I think that day will have to wait until we buy a property that is actually zoned for animals.

Pioneertown to Big Bear

Now that I have an action/adventure car, we decided to take it out for some real action/adventure. It was time for my little Subaru to do more than conveniently carry both the Mox and a week's worth of groceries. Its maiden off-road voyage was a trail from Pioneertown to Big Bear.

And the journey begins...

Pioneertown is an old western movie set from the 1940s right in the middle of the desert.

From there, it was through the Yucca Tree forest.

Up the hill.

A few stops along the way to do a little geocaching (our first time).

Through the river.

Up another hill - or two or three or more.

And finally, Big Bear Lake.

What a champ.

Stachetober

What in this picture doesn't belong?

Lake Silverwood

Moxie absolutely loves the water. Coincidentally, so do we. It seemed only time that we should take The Mox out on the boat to test her sea legs. Well, her lake legs.

Ready for adventure.

Ending the day a little seasick. I think she swallowed too much lake moss.

Big Bear Lake

Back when I had a job, Nathan was always taking off to do fun things without me while I was at work. I would smile sweetly as he recounted his adventures, seeming positive and encouraging. I would say things like, "I am SO glad you got to go." "Well, at least one of us has to have some fun around here." "I'm just happy knowing you're happy."

One big load of hooey.

Really, I was secretly planning the day when sweet justice would be mine. The day when I would go and frolic about with not a care on my mind besides what snacks I should bring, while he was the one who was stuck toiling away at work.

Recently, my dreams were fulfilled as I got to spend a day on Big Bear Lake with some friends. The company was fantastic, the weather perfect, and the food delicious.

The only thing that could have made it any better was Nate.

It's Genetic

Anyone who knows me is well aware of my affection for food. I like food and I like lots of it. On a recent visit with my grandmother, I realized that this will probably never change.

Here is what I will look like in another sixty or so years:


Well done, grandma.