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I have been so busy preparing for my father-in-laws visit. He arrived yesterday from the east coast and will be with us through Monday. I am always so excited for him to come! For #1, my hubby loves his dad and enjoys spending time with him, for #2 my girls and I love him too and like seeing him, but # 3 reason why I am excited for his visit, is because he is the original Mr. Fix It! I will get things repaired around my house, that I did not even know I needed repaired! To top it off, he is a fabulous cook and I get to relax and have some great meals. Saturday we are all going to a college football game with my family and Sunday to the apple orchard. My oldest daughter is excited that he has arrived, because she will be able to share her favorite meal with him. Whitecastle Hamburgers- the greasy, little, oniony thing that resembles food. She loves them and so does grandpa! Apparently Whitecastle used to be popular on the east coast, but now they are pretty scarce, so he does enjoy a bite of the past. I refuse to buy them, so when GP visits she always cons him into taking her there. Last time my daughter ate them, she ended up having the Cha-Cha-Cha's and we had to cancel some plans, hopefully she will remember this as she gorges on those little gut bombs....

I have been trumped...

I do not succumb to defeat easily, and I am not totally ready to throw the towel in, but I am afraid my Halloween Party, this year, will be a bust! For the past 5 years I have been holding a Halloween costume party for our friends and family. It started out as a little soiree of about 15 kids dancing, banging on a pinata, and generally getting hyped up on a tremendous amount of sugar. However, the little event has grown and has turned into a highly anticipated event. I have jell-o body parts, many tasty, gruesome treats, a magician, great adult beverages, I could go on and on. I was eagerly anticipating this year's event, as my children are at new school and were/are very anxious to impress their new friends. I cleverly wrote a Halloween poem for the invites and hand addressed each and everyone. Then in Monday's mail, this...

A professionally done invite to another party. A party with catered food, a hot chocolate bar, nail BOO-tique, and haunted maze. A invite, not to mention the party that puts my little crafty poem to shame. Clearly I cannot compete on this level. 1. I have no warehouse to hold my shin-dig 2. I have no haunted nail painting ability- what should I expect with this, Libby Lu on acid? 3. I take great pride in my pigs in a blanket wrapped up like mummies, no catering here.

So do I proceed with my own pitiful party with my head held high or admit defeat and hope not to mortify my children in my rendition of the Monster Mash?