It’s Halloween…I’ll take all your treats.

This weekend we visited the local bakery in Fort Worth. It’s called Blue Bonnet Bakery. And if you haven’t visited in a while, you should, not just on Halloween, but any time of year. They are in a newly renovated space that I just adore!

It’s an old Church. I’m guessing Methodist. The ceilings are high and there is even stain glass. You can cruise the cases, and then sit in a pew to eat lunch (or cookies).

We did both. We got cookies and cupcakes. We, also, ate lunch in the altar on a pew bench.

The view from our spot gives you an overlook of the whole bakery. I don’t know about you, but there is something about bakeries. The delicious smells. The warm cases of cookies. The beauty of display cakes, and every decoration screams celebration.

It’s hard not to be happy in bakery.

It was a delicious site (sight?). We enjoyed every morsel of our Halloween “treats”.

We enjoyed the lunch part too – Turkey clubs and PB&J sandwiches.

Later that evening, Jason, Sydney’s boyfriend Brandon, and I, headed to Six Flags over Texas to see Sydney at work. A place my beautiful daughter has been every weekend in October.

Wearing a clown mask.


Looking like this……

Scaring the wee out people.

It’s not just a haunted house. It’s a 3D haunted house. You get to wear goofy scary glasses.



The entrance.

It wasn’t too scary, although, those clown masks were very creepy! But the 3D art on the walls lit with black lights was outstanding. We found Sydney and almost hugged. Scared the people behind us to death. They thought she was going to touch them too. It’s really funny because, she is so tiny in that giant clown mask. I can imagine being scared of her. LOL.

I had not been to Six Flags during Fright Fest before. It was way cool. The place was decked out. This picture is a spider’s nest up in the trees.


The park was packed. Sorta like Mardi Gras on Halloween. I have never seen so many people at Six Flags before. Sydney said 32,000 were there Saturday night. We were going to ride the Titan, but the line was three hours long.

I think we will ride another time.

We went home to our cookies and cakes. 🙂

I hope you all have a FABULOUS Halloween!

Dear Trick or Treater

I have a confession to make. When shopping for Halloween candy to give out this year, I had you in mind. You wouldn’t receive the “bad” candy; tootsie rolls, pixie sticks, or smarties. That just wasn’t good enough. Not for you. Not for my trick or treater. Nope, for you, I would splurge on (gasp!) chocolate. Because? It’s Halloween. It’s a treat. You deserve it! You deserve it for all the times the wee will be scared out of you on this Hallowed frightfest night. And what could I get you that would be most deserving of your adorable costume? Your pumpkin bucket? Your painted green witch face? Your big smile and open mouth? A treat, I myself would love to receive. A treat that is chocolaty, and peanut buttery, so smooth in all it’s yummy goodness it should be renamed chocolate heaven.

Reese’s Peanut Butter cups

Scrumptious, most delicious treat of all Halloween time.

This is the good stuff.

This is what you deserve my little sweet faced friend. I bought bags with you in mind. With your well-being. With your coming home shrieking in pleasure, “Reese’s! Reese’s! I got a Reese’s from the house that gives out the good candy. Yeah!”

I felt like the Grinch who saved Halloween and grew a heart to stop handing out orange and black peanut butter chews for something with substance. Good candy. Chocolate candy. I am nothing but over generous.

Then, it happened.

I had one little bite. Just one Reese cup package. Just a little snack. Just a desert after dinner. It was my biggest mistake and a pitiful spiral of self-control defeat worthy of any horror flick.

One opened the sacred bag. One lead to another. I was taking “one” to eat after lunch, then “one” mid-breakfast, and then “one” as an after work snack; after stress treat, after dinner, before bed. And……and….and….and…..

I’m sorry.

I hang my head in shame. The Reese’s are gone. I am not allowed to buy anymore. There is no more “good” candy allowed in this house. Only the stuff I won’t touch. Maybe you should just skip our house?

I apologize dear trick or treater. It’s all my fault. Enjoy your dots….


Next year. NEXT year, we will have the “good” stuff……..I (um) promise.

*images by Google

Sydney’s Trick, not Treat

Long ago and far away – well not so far away – we lived in Benbrook. This was WEST of the metroplex, way West, about an hour from Dallas, half hour Southwest of Fort Worth. Our apartment had a front door and a back door. The back door led down a flight of stairs taking you to the border of undeveloped land, acres upon acres, as far as you could see.

It was heaven for a country girl like me. No concrete, no buildings, just trees and fields. We even had a flock of wild turkeys that would visit us, passing by, every so often. You could watch them from the balcony.  I loved this apartment. I wasn’t scared at all. It was awesome!

I had a little Yorkie, named Chloe, that I would take out every morning. I would go down the back stairs and walk her along the tree line. Walking farther away, there was a meadow that opened up behind the other apartment buildings.

Normally, I didn’t run into anyone. It was peaceful. Chloe loved it. I’d come in refreshed, ready to get Sydney to take her to daycare or school. She was 5 years old, in kindergarten.

Sydney a very sweet, gregarious child. Almost always sparkling with laughter, full of life. *my miracle*

I am not sure how her little five year old brain planned this scenario out, but she HID behind the wall of the dining room, right next to the back door. As Mommy came up the steps, opened the door, and let Chloe in…..OUT JUMPS SYDNEY-RAAAWWRRR…..and scared me to DEATH.

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, I’m coming Elizabeth!

I was so not expecting that. Of course, she thought it was hilarious! I don’t think I ever closed an eye to her possible antics again, which means she has got me many times since. I blame her Dad! *Sonny, it’s your trickster genes, they come from your Muda!*

On Halloween, my hats off to you Sydney. Your first Halloween? A sweet little lamb – Treat. To the “grown” version, at five, that decides to scare the beegeebers out of Mama – Trick. And all the princess Halloweens to dead zombie cheerleader ones later, I remember them all fondly. What a time we had.

They grow up so fast, hang on to these times, the tricks and the treats.

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