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Happy Super Halloween

Day #31




If you are new to Chairs from the Curb,

we dress up as a family every Halloween.


We’ve been doing it for over 10 years.
We have a family meeting every year and vote on ideas for our costumes.


We have to all agree.
And we have to keep it a secret until Halloween.
Little rules and requests have been added through the years.
For example, our characters have to be “classic”. Nothing trendy or only recognizable to certain select people.

After the Peter Pan year, 

Monte announced “NO MORE TIGHTS”.
I think the entire neighborhood appreciated that.
And he also made it official that he would never be a woman. 
I think the entire neighborhood appreciates that as well.
Now that the girls are older it is getting harder and harder for me to get any good roles.
I’ve been a man.


A lot.
With the exception of Captain Hook,
I’ve not been “super" happy with my roles.
[I just gave you a clue to our costumes this year.]
I fought HARD last year to be Mary Ann and not Gilligan for our Gilligan’s Is…

Real Life

Day #30



I’ve read the blogs and seen the Facebook posts of people who seem to live photographic ready, always freshly showered, dressed cute lives.

But they’ve edited out the best parts.
At least the best parts for me.
For me, the best parts of life are unvarnished.

The unplanned, unposed pictures that give you a tiny peek into the personalities of who is smiling (or not) back at you.

And FOR THE LOVE OF PETE,  no one has their hand on their hip  with their back arched and their leg popped up.


There is a family photo of us at Fripp Island last summer that demonstrates a true “real life” moment.

My brother brought surf shirts for all of us and rented a paddle board for us to try for a morning.
That’s another whole post that involves  practicing in a tide pool,  getting beat up by waves  and being stung multiple times by jelly fish. But it was a BLAST! No, really it WAS.
We attempted to pose for a picture doing the “hang loose” surfer pose.



My dad did the “hook ‘em horns” Texas pose instea…

Do It Again

Day #29



When the girls were little it didn’t matter what game we played,

book we read,
funny face we made,
they’d always say,

“Do it again!”

once it was over.
We could push them over and over and over and over again on the swing, but it was still,
“Do it again!”
Monte had this game he made up with McDaniel when she was little called, 
"1,2,3, GO!"
McDaniel would stand all the way in the kitchen by the door and Monte would be on the floor in the living room.
As soon as he said, 
“1,2,3, GO!”
McDaniel would take off running and jump into Monte’s arms.
She’d want to do it over and over and over again until Monte would finally end the game, exhausted.
One night, Monte decided to himself, that he was NOT going to end the game. He was going to play “1,2,3, GO!” until he wore McDaniel out.
It took way longer than he thought  but he was victorious (and sore).
It made me think of God, and

that we have a savior in Jesus  that never grows tired.
No matter how many times we say, 
“Do it again!”
to p…

Little Mermaid

Day #28



After rehearsing since August,

4 performances since Thursday,
and LOADS of makeup,



it’s over.
The Little Mermaid Jr. is officially over and out.

I’m not sure why I’m exhausted.
I didn’t step a foot onstage. 
It was fantastic.


It just never ceases to amaze me what 11-14 year-olds are  not only willing to do but so very capable of doing.

The casting was spot. on.
Opening night, we hosted the bible study girls, their leaders and others from church for pizza before heading over to the show.





A few weeks before opening night, I showed up to buy all the tickets for the shows that we were going to need BEFORE the doors officially opened.

I was probably the 172nd person in line. 
So all that was left were seats in the balcony.
Which were just fine.
I located our family ad in the program.
Carisa bragged just a teence that no one was sitting in front of her. 
Until the guy with the BABY  and the tall spiky HAIR plopped down.
We all got a kick out of that. Julie got a picture.