Lies, Forgery & Confessions

Caution - Men - Beware - Female Talk Ahead!

Don't you just LOVE parent/teacher conferences? I DO.

Lies and Forgery

Teacher to Me: Have you seen your child's bring home folder lately.
Me: No, I haven't. I was told that I no longer had to sign a take home folder. (I was LIED to)
Teacher: Let me present some evidence. (FORGERY)

Teacher: Taylor did not get this signed. Mary Margaret signed it for her. (LIE)
Me:Oh, wow. I didn't know. May I look at this a little closer?
Teacher: That's yours to keep. I hear you are pretty good at the grounding thing and thought you might like this for evidence at home.
Me (with a confused look on my face): Ok, thank you. Does Taylor talk about them getting grounded?
Teacher: No. Mary Margaret does. We all know about how she finally earned back ONE shoe last year to a non matching pair.
Me: Oh really. Thanks for the evidence.
Teacher: My pleasure.

Confessions

Me to both girls: I'm wondering if there is anything I need to know before I present my evidence.
YARM13YOL: You need to know that I'm gonna say I didn't do it.
Taylor: Mary Margaret has something to tell you.
Me: YARM13YOL what is it?
YARM13YOL: I don't want to talk about it right now. (this statement leads to sex and period talk everytime)
Me: We'll sit right here until you tell me.
YARM13YOL: OK. You said that if you skipped a period, you are pregnant. I skipped one.
Me: (WHAT?? I just wanted the forgery confession!!) YARM13YOL, you did not skip one.
YARM13YOL: Yes I did.
Me: NO YOU DIDN'T. YOU JUST HAD YOURS.
YARM13YOL: I thought I finished Friday, it started back on Monday. I SKIPPED ONE.
Me: No, that happens sometime to every woman. You are not pregnant. And another thing...you have to have sex with a boy...have you?
YARM13YOL: WELLLL NOOOOO
(might I point out that she is either at school or with me so when could this have happened? Never thank you very much)
ME: All I wanted to know was who signed my name to a test folder.
Taylor: Mary Margaret did it. (LIE)YARM13YOL: (very high pitched) NO I DIDN'T

I had them both write my name down just to see....TAYLOR WON. She forged my name.
Confessed to it after she realized that her writing matched the one on the copied paper the teacher gave me.

I know that you all want to be me. I can tell.

Note to Carissa: I decided to combine the two posts so you don't have to wait to Thursday...Oh, by the way...Remind me that I need to order one of your bags...

This Post Was Going to be GOOD

This post was going to be good. I thought that I would let you down on the front end. It was going to be full of lies, forgery, and finally confessions...no I haven't met the Democratic Hopefuls and for that matter, I haven't met the Republicans either.
So maybe tomorrow will be the day for the lies, forgery, and confessions....

Random thought...this election business is getting on my last nerve. I listen to it everyday, I tend to drift off and tune out and I think, miss important information and questions.

Okay, got that out of my system. OMG, do you think this co-worker can not see that I'm busy, I think to myself as the political speaker continues to sway me to his side of the porch, can we ban politics from the workplace?

Okay I'm trying to stay on topic...

The topic for GNO Twitter is...something, crap...BRB...I have to check the GNO Blog...

I'm back, its Twilight (I was so gonna call it Starlight, I know WHAT?) With someone constantly talking in my ear about politics this and democrats that and Republicans this and that....FORGIVE ME, I do loose my place.

LOVE/HATE relationship for GNO Twitter is all about Twilight

I'll tell you what I know. Its about Vampires and I learned that from YARM13YOL and that neat movie trailer thingy at GNO MOMMY GOSSIP.

I can hardly twitter about Twilight Love/Hate seeing how I know nothing. I do have a love/hate relationship...several, as a matter of fact...but one comes to mind, and I remember writing about it.

I have a love/hate relationship with Wal-Mart that I posted about. Cool, I didn't realize that I wrote about Wal-Mart and GNO in the same blog...
I went to Parent Visitation last night (5minutes without political talk so far) at Wynne Junior High School. I thought there would be tons of parents and the lines would be awful...WHOOPIE...the lines were short...where were all those parents? Anyway. Glowing reports on Taylor and somewhat on YARM13YOL...just that she's very dramatic and the boy thing is a bit too much...
In YARM13YOL's English class, I noticed the book "Shane". I commented that I read that in the 6th grade, then we got to listen to it on the record player, and watch the movie (projection film not eve VCR). The teacher said that she was glad that they were able to save it.

Save it? This book needed to be saved? What for?

This book was on the verge of being banned from the required reading because it has TWO cuss words in it. This seems trivial to me, considering, YARM13YOL came home with a fiction book about a young teen girl who CUTS HERSELF, oh, and what about the tons of books that have SERIOUS romance in it, I'm talking made me blush!?! Why if "Shane" is such a horrible book, are these other books not banned. If you are wondering, I made her take those books back. Would you like to know her, YARM13YOL response? I'll get into trouble if I return too many books. My response to her? STOP checking out books that you know I won't let you read. Also, IF you get into trouble for returning a book that I tell you to return, I'm going to school with you.

My sister-in-laws children attend Cross County Schools. Someone showed her a list of books that were banned. Grapes of Wrath...what? (That's the only one I can remember) What is wrong with these people.

Monday's Church Chat

Church is on my mind this afternoon, so lets have a Church Chat Monday. The story? Several months ago, I decided that the girls and I would join Wynne Baptist. There was one catch. A New Members Class, I had never heard of this. I was all..." I have to take a class to join a SOUTHERN BAPTIST church?" I was the "Well I Never" church person. (I would use the term church lady, but fortheloveofpeanutbutter, that makes me sound old.) I frankly thought that it was silly, a waste of time, and didn't understand why, if I was moving my membership from one SBC to another SBC, did I have to have a class to tell me how to be a Baptist. I am the daughter of a very devoted Southern Baptist Woman, after all, and what could I possibly need to learn that I haven't heard over the last 30-something years. (we've been there, done that here.)

First, just because someone grows up in that religion, does not mean that they KNOW IT ALL. I grew up in Southern Baptist Churches, breathed, ate and slept, SBC. I can't remember the exact date and time I was saved, like some can, which used to worry me. I do remember that it happened at Youth Camp and the Baptism was at Union Avenue.

This class that I was stubbornly not wanting to take brought old and new things to light for me. For instance, I have never had anyone describe the practice of Baptism like Bro. Matt. I've always heard, you follow up your profession of faith by being Baptised to show publicly that you are a believer. That's it. His analogy...paraphrasing "Your sins are being washed and you come up clean in the blood of Jesus Christ who has wrapped his arms around you and saved you from sin." He demonstrated as he said this and it just struck me that this is what I'm getting out of this class...something I've heard billions of times made new...there were more things I learned, parenting, which prompted that confusing post I referenced earlier.

Are you wondering what made me take the class I that I thought was "not for me"? Two preachers, whom I have been friends with for many years told plain and simple that I was just being plain stubborn, get over it, go to the class, and join that church. The girls and I have finished the class and have only one more thing to do. Our testimonies.

Hard to believe that I will be joining the church that my SBC mom said was stuck up. And how's this for a good chuckle...I believed her.

Oh, learned the word plethora...

New Bedroom!!!!

Moving in night was last night.


Notice the 1980's bedroom furniture...mine since 1980...I'm going to graduate to an Adult bedroom suit.

The Funny and NOT So Funny

Funny: Shall I set the scene? My bedroom, Saturday, RIPPING the floor up to install the new one. Two girls FIGHTING over a tool...

MM: Taylor, give me the pool holder.
TB: Nope
MM: Give...Me...the...pool...holder.
TB: Nope I'm using it.
MM: GIVE ME THE POOL HOLDER NOW NOW NOW.
kind of a growling voice came out of that pretty little mouth, I thought her ears would steam and the red lights would blink, but they didn't)

I decided to step in, frankly, because I'm dumb and had no idea what the pool holder could be.
ME: Taylor, show me this pool holder.
TB: Here it is!
She holds up the PRY BAR. Hum, wonder why that might be the pool holder.

ME: Mary Margaret, why in the world are you calling that the pool holder?
MM: Duh, its got that little V in it to hold the pool stick when you are playing pool. (This is the 13 Year Old who has maybe played pool 3 times in her life!)
ME: Duh back at you...the sticker right there says PRY BAR...
MM: Oh.

Not So Funny: Are you allowed to accuse God of being funny?
I'll set the scene again...today, rainy day for a funeral.
I grab up the umbrella so that I can stop traffic and direct the funeral traffic. Get outside, no rain, so I don't open the umbrella.
I get ready to tell the casketbearers when to pull out, BOTTOM FALLS OUT OF THE SKY HARD, I fight to get my umbrella open, finally it opens just as the rain stops.
Not So Funny #2:
The funeral procession is gone and I'm walking back to the funeral home from the street and someone, I couldn't see them because I think they were SPEEDING, splashes water on me as I step from the street to the curb. NOT FUNNY.

Anna

Anna is our babysitter. She graduates this year. She asked me to do her Senior Pictures ...here are a few...

I took some family pictures of the Moores...I wonder if she'll let me post a few

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Uh-Oh, I've been Thinking again

I have finally found a Church that has that "thing". What is that "thing". It is the "wow" factor. I grew up Southern Baptist, spending my childhood at Fitzgerald Crossing Baptist and my youth at Union Avenue Baptist, both considered smaller churches.

This is going to be deep (well maybe just for me anyway). You might want to step into those waders now. I believe that the blog is an outlet to be yourself, I have been myself, but scared to death to post those raw feelings about ANYTHING. This is my truth.

I've often wondered, as an adult, why was it exactly that my family changed churches so suddenly. We were told it was because Fitzgerald Crossing Baptist Church had nothing to offer teens. I don't remember complaining. I don't remember being unhappy. Maybe the boys and I were. I wonder if it was because it was full of my dad's relatives and my parents were separated at that time. Whatever the reason, we moved to Union Avenue Baptist, where a lot of my friends went to church.

We were there throughout my Jr. & High School days. What is going through my head right now at this very moment? How do I say this without hurting her feelings? I don't think she reads my blog anymore. So I should just say it, get off my chest, OR, tip toe because I'm a coward. I think I'll go in between and walk a fine line. Things will never be the same between she and I. The rumors that flew around her dating the preacher were awful. My brothers were the ones who really saw it and I chose not to believe them and stay on her side. For that I will always be sorry. I find it hard to not think about that time in our lives every time I hear from my brothers. Is it sad to say that I think MORE about how I treated Scottie at my graduation and how saddened I am about that time in our lives than I am that he lost a leg in a motorcycle accident? I'm admitting that Scott loosing his leg seems less important to me that the way I treated him 15 years ago. It does hurt my heart that Scott had to go through loosing his leg...he had an AWESOME brother and step mom to help him and if it weren't for them, I might be grieving just how I treated him long ago, I would be grieving the loss of his life and that I treated him horribly. I have apologized for those things I said, and I'm sure he has forgiven me, but I remember.

And my father, I'm sure, because he has said so, that he knows I didn't know better. But he was still hurt when I didn't want to have anything to do with him. He is not a saint. At least he lets you know upfront where he stands on everything. I know better now.

This was supposed to be about church, I'm getting there. I promise. Just needed to say those words outloud, (sortof).

All of this was going on while we were attending Union Avenue. She had us there every time the church doors were open. She was the assistant pianist, church secretary, Sunday school teacher, president of WMU, sang in the choir, you name it she did it. She was very churchy at church. She was not at home. I am attending the New Connections Class that Bro. Matt, pastor at Wynne Baptist, is teaching. I am doing this to join Wynne Baptist. Bro. Matt talked about how the parent should be the example publicly and privately. The tears did not fall, but they were there. In worship service, Youth Choir from Rogers 1st Baptist Church led the worship part of the service, there were all these kids giving their testimony and it was so real. All I could think was, HAVE I been the example that YARM13YOL and Taylor need me to be? I don't think I've done the best job, but I'm trying. There are things I could do better.

Right after Dad won custody of the boys or maybe right before, I can't remember, NOT KIDDING, I think that to make my life easier, I've blocked out some of that time. Anyway...she broke it off with the preacher, quoting the preacher "Kaye, She said I do not have enough money for her". I felt sorry for him. The boys didn't like him for their own reasons, which I will never know, but I did like him, he felt like a grandfather to me. After this, Union Avenue built a mission church, Ridgeview Baptist. She left Union Avenue to play the piano at the mission church and for me to play the organ. This didn't last long, she moved. I stopped going to church there. I tried to go back to Union Avenue. The looks and whispering were enough to cause me to not go often. I know in my heart that some of the rumors are true and the others, I don't want to know if they are true.

Do you see how someone can say "Hypocrites...why do I want to go to church?" To those people, I am her daughter, I AM NOT HER. I am not her spiritually or personally. I love her. How can you not love her. I miss who I thought she was. I cannot for my sake go back there.

For years I visited different churches and for two years I went to my sister-in-law's church Gladden Baptist.

Gladden was what I needed to get back into the groove. It was my stepping stone and I will forever be grateful for that one stone that I needed.

Enough for now, I will cry soon if I don't stop.

What brought this on? I have to write my testimony. I just really felt like I could not do that until I got rid of this MY WAY and this is it.

Well, I'll Be a Monkey's Uncle

Dag-nab-it you all came through and I have NEW COMMENTERS!

Lets play another game of Who's That Girl....Check out Sandy's Halloween memory and tell me which one she is!

Can you "shout out" to the Mayor of Wynne or do you just say "Thanks, Mayor"...I'm going to give him a SHOUT OUT. He has mentioned before that he reads my blog occasionally...Mr. Nichols is a blogger too...he keeps everyone up to date about city happenings at Mayor.

Hello to This Is It, The Musing of the Mindless Banterer and finally Hippos Toes.

Okay, I'm not sure if this was Halloween or not, but I'm dressed up, so it counts right? Circa 1978
And this is for my new friend at Hippos Toes...I REMEMBER THE SWEATY MASKS. Oh, and remember yesterday when I said we were Strawberry Shortcake, Charlie Brown and Robin...obvisouly we were Strawberry Shortcake FRANKENSTINE and Charlie Brown. I am allowed at least one mistake per day... Circa 1980
Circa 2001 And last but not least, Witches, Kaye, Taylor & Mary Margaret. Carissa, stop whining. I couldn't find my picture of Tim because WE PACKED UP OUR BEDROOM FOR....DRUM ROLL....I'M GETTING HARDWOOD FLOORING SATURDAY IN MY BEDROOM. Which so trumps finding the picture of Tim. It was boring anyway...just a Halloween Hayride with my youth group at Union Avenue Baptist...I do have to say he was quite the cutie back then and still is. I hope I didn't just jinx my new floor.

Who's That Girl

Who's That Girl? ME! Joining all my blogger friends who are posting past Halloween pictures, I decided to use one that was taken about 8 years ago?

Who is that girl? This girl was working part time in the Tax Collector's Office during October and November. I was in between jobs having gotten "burned out" working as a legal secretary. I learned one thing about working for the county, Holidays were celebrated, this I did not know, I am not that big on Halloween or dressing up. I did however dress up with the girls a few times and when my nieces and nephews that are now grown were little I decorated my house for them, not now. Someone has to get that stuff out, put it out, take it up, and get ready for Christmas. Too much work.

Growing up, we never decorated for Halloween, because my mother was the strict Baptist, we were allowed to trick or treat, I think my dad wanted the candy because mother hardly ever bought candy and in her mind as long as we dressed up as Strawberry Shortcake (me), Charlie Brown (Andy) and Robin (batman Scottie) we were not portraying the evil spirits, it was okay. Okay, so I don't buy candy either one of her traits I guess I picked up on. Anyway I remember my dad (We lived in Jonesboro, Arkansas at this time) laying on the floor with us, mounding up our loot in the middle of the den floor and telling us that he had to go through every piece of candy to make sure they were safe. We sat patiently (really we did, we were good kids, not hyper or smart mouthy) waiting and watching. The pile became three even piles of candy and finally watching "The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" we got to eat some of that candy. It was like Candy Heaven. Laying in the floor with my brothers and dad "chomping down"(a direct quote from Andy) on some candy. This is my favorite childhood memory from Halloween.

My least favorite from my childhood would be the first Halloween after we moved back to Wynne, around 1982. I got to go trick or treating with my cousin Tracy Brawner. She and I were clowns. One of our parents bought us clown makeup and we slathered thickly on our faces. We were awesome. By the time we made all the rounds, our last stop was Aunt Dorothy Brawner's house , (Tracy's Grandmother). The makeup had dried and was like a mask. I couldn't blink. Aunt Dorothy told us to hurry and wash that stuff off. It really was not that simple. It was like taking sand and scrubbing your face. My dad came and picked me up because I was crying. I went to school with makeup on my face for several days, I thought it would be in my eyebrows for the rest of my life. Seriously. It was SO NOT funny then, it might be a little funny now, except for, I CAN STILL FEEL THE PAIN. To this day, I have never bought face paint at Halloween. I have always used my regular makeup on the girls. I couldn't bear the thought of the the girls faces drying up like that!

Okay, now Sandy and Carissa will want to know HOW DOES SHE REMEMBER ALL THAT? Ladies, this would be my only 2 memories of Halloween as a kid. So, its kind of like, I study, with the way my memory seems to be headed south without me...I need to study...there might be a test someday...

CHALLENGE: (or poor attempt to get more than 4 comments) I want to hear your Halloween stories...not about your kids, I do love all your kids, I want to hear about your CHILDHOOD memories of Halloween....leave them in my COMMENTS or on your blog, whichever....

And if I get more than the 5 comments (from 5 different people) I'll dig out my 1981 Halloween picture and maybe even one of Tim and I from highschool...STOP LAUGHING, I can hear you. I know....ooo she's scaring us now...

TwitterMoms GNO

Its time again for Girls Night Out at Twitter. If you want to join in, sign up at Carissa's Blog or visit Jyl at Mommy Gossip, all the girls would love to see you there!

To view all the donated recipes follow the link and instructions below...

Twitter Moms, choose Groups and find the Twitter Social - Girls Night Out (or just click this nifty little link).

One goodie for tonight is quick and simple recipes. I'm posting my recipes now for tonight's event because DIAL UP at home is always running at a snails pace. Enjoy!

Southern Fried Heart Attack Potatoes & Stuff

Skillet Okra: rinsed and diced
Flour
Potatoes: peeled and sliced fried potato style
Oil Onion: peeled and sliced to fry
Green Tomatoes diced
Corn Meal

Heat oil, mix corn meal, flour, salt, pepper, potatoes, onion, and okra in a big bowl. Fry in skillet until potatoes are mushy and onions soft and drain. You can salt and pepper as you cook. Real good for the old heart and arteries!!!!!!!

HVR Spinach Dip
1 pkg Hidden Valley Ranch Milk Recipe Original Ranch Salad Dressing Mix
2 cups sour cream
1 (10oz) pkg frozen, chopped spinach, cooked and drained
¼ cup onion, minced
¾ teaspoon basil
½ teaspoon oregano
Combine all ingredients. Stir to blend Chill for at least 1 hour. Serve in hollowed out round loaf of French or Pumpernickel bread; use hollowed out section to make bread cubes for dipping or serve with raw vegetables.

And for those of you out there that have a sweet tooth that needs to be satisfied...so simple, check out my Apple Dumplings.

300th Post

This is the 300th post for The Butler Family Diaries. I have blabbed intelligently informed my readers all about my life and others. I know that on special occasions like this, we are supposed to list 300 things about ourselves...I don't think I know 300 things about myself and you would all die of boredom, which might cause me to work the weekend, so I'll spare you...and revisit the past...

It all started in the first post, April 11, 2006, three very cute little girls on bikes, tornadoes and we started ripping up our kitchen floors, which we finished in June. The Butler Manor finally moved out the 1970's furniture that belonged to my parents and I moved out of the 80's and into my new hair do and YARM13YOL had a blue haired homecoming date! On May 9, 2006 my Mamaw Brawner passed away.

Moving right along to 2007. 2007 was one busy year. I bought the Vanfirst vehicle I've ever paid cash for! The girls attended almost every Vacation Bible School in Wynne. Mary Margaret (YARM13YOL) ran for Student Council giving her first ever Public Speech. My brother Andy Brawner helped build a house for Extreme Home Make Over in Kansas. My number 1 buddy passed away during Christmas and I still miss him alot. I catch myself on Wednesday night headed to the nursing home...John Logan Clark.

2008 has brought Upwards Cheer leading at Wynne Baptist Church. A teenager rocks my world and we call her YARM13YOL, and she hasn't figured out what it means yet. Are You Serious post started popping up... April Showers bring May Flowers or floods... oooo, and April Fools Day at the Funeral Home where I work.Taylor got glasses and so did Mary Margaret. In June, the girls and I traveled tried to cook foods from different countries, we visited Italy. (If you actually clicked on the Italy link, you are not allowed to laugh. We were trying to dress up for the picture, I ended up looking like a Mobster Mom.) Tim and I celebrated 18 years on June 20. (again, no laughing allowed.) Oh, and I can't forget Taco Tuesday. The rest of June was sappy. Where were you all? Someone should have shook me and get a hold of yourself woman...jees louise, I went on, and on...

I made a major purchase this summer. I love my Pool! In August, I temporarily lost my sanity here and here. Taylor started Jr. High in August. In September I posted about a little of This and little of That which brings us pretty much up to date.

Happy 300th Post to Me!

Congratulations

Jason is getting remarried. Congratulations.

Open a Can of Worms

An opinion I heard recently...

Obama is a socialist liberal. He wants our country to become socialist like England. George Sorrells who is backing Obama has poured money into the efforts to make the US socialist. His money is in off shore accounts, he's not paying taxes on his money, he would rather pass the taxes onto us, the little people.

McCain: The opinion was that McCain wants Obama to win so that he will fall flat on his face. Give the failing economy to the Democrats. In four years make a come back and the Repulicans take over. McCain is the man for the job but is not trying hard enough.

*These are not my opinions, although I do somewhat agree and certainly McCain did not seem to try hard last night*

Is this enough to open up a can of worms and make you comment? Is this a cheap way of "bribing" for comments, yeah. There are 30 or 40 people a day that view this blog...lets see what this does...

How many of you agree with this opinion?

How many of you were disappointed in the debate?

Why did Tom Brokaw use only a democrat to help pick the questions for last nights town hall meeting? Where was the republican?

Why are the Republicans letting the news media mediate these debates? PPS, NBC, ABC, why are they the ones moderating and picking the questions?

Who thinks that Obama was again dancing around the real answer to the questions?

McCain fired back, but not with the gusto he should have.

Sarah Palin put a heckler in his place yesterday, did you all hear or see it?

Be bold, share your opinion! I'm excited.

Okay, the bloggers slump lasted about 2 mintues...

Read this Post "How To Be a Smart Voter" at a new blogger I met at GNO Twitter.

Homecoming in Small Town Part II

Homecoming. The game. What can I say. I stayed until half time was over, YARM13YOL wandered off, she was told not to, when I found her, we left. I enjoyed watching the game with Vicki. I got a few pictures. I've got the blogging blues. I want to blog and I don't want to blog...I'm in a slump!
Julia and Mary Margaret

Homecoming Queen

Football Team

Emily Julia Mary Margaret and Taylor

We did not win.

GNO (Girls Night Out) At Twitter

First, I have found a blog. It is THE romance blog of this year! If I could give this young lady an award, I would. Her name is Cordy and she pours her heart out about a young man that she is madly in love with and he has no idea. I am completely hooked on what might happen next. AND IT IS G RATED! Which means that YARM13 YOL can read and I don't' have to worry! Stop by this blog that may be the best REAL LIFE SOAP OPERA (besides my own life). Cordy at www.mysuperhopelessromance.blogspot.com

GNO

If any of you missed reading Carissa's Blog today, the topic for tonight's GNO is going to be your favorite Halloween and post a picture. I'm skipping the picture part because THE FUNERAL HOME WAS BUSY and all my pictures are at home. What do I have at home? DIAL UP INTERNET BECAUSE I LIVE IN THE COUNTRY AND REFUSE TO SATELLITE AT MY HOUSE. So, I'll bore you with my favorite Halloweens.

My most favorite Halloween with the girls would be in 2003. We were so broke, the mice snubbed our house. The girls were so little and so cute. 101 Dalmatians happened to their most favorite movie at this time...so yes they were 101 Dalmatians. No extra money for those fancy costumes. My creative wheels started churning. I remembered this little trick of cutting potatoes and painting them, using them as stencils. We got the white trash bags, cut potatoes in half, dipped them in the black paint and spotted up the trash bags, made some arm holes and holes for the head. We were set to go. What about ears? I grabbed up some of the girls white pantie hose (already snagged) and dotted them with the potatoes and put them on the girls heads to make the ears. We colored their noses with eyeliner and made some cute little whiskers. They were adorable. I believe that this was the only Halloween that Taylor loved her costume and did not cry.

As they have gotten older, we travel to White Hall, about 30 min from here to Parker Homestead, which is an operating old time "village" with corn mazes, headless horsemen, haunted woods, hot dog roast, kettle corn, and scary stories. I love this time of year. We usually go as a big group and TIM even ventures out with us. I'm looking forward to it this year. Nicole will be coming down that weekend. (By the way, we spent the weekend in Little Rock with her, Thanks for putting us up and showing us a great time Nicole!) Parker Homestead has a website somewhere, I'll find it and post the link...