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It started with trunk or treat and ended with the celebration dinner of an undefeated season 7 days later.

Trunk or Treat. A parking lot filled with cars all parked boot in. Their are games in to be played in the boot. Play the game, collect a lollie. Walk on with a smile. Also brought in for a special treat, an inflated wrestling ring with helmets and a bar with two overinflated marshmallow looking bobbies on the end. To boys of all ages this was the place you go with your mate to see if you can bash the crude out of him - in a friendly way. Not really, the testosterone got going and they just wap each other until they had fallen completely over four times, then they had to trade. All fun though, most hopped out of the ring smiling.

Monday - work, work and more work, then decorating for Halloween.

Tuesday - Halloween carnival for the littlest school, Montessouri is the way to learn. They had a half day of games, lollies, and running amuke in the school playground. I watched littlies hunt and paint mini pumpkins. I encouraged the paint smock. Spin it red haired mumma. "You'll get your pretty little fairy costume dirty" "You don't want orange paint on spideyman now do you?" yada yada yada. The end of the Halloween festival was a treat. Time to take down all the sticky spiderwebby polyester I'd strung between trees and doorways, find those pumpkins that were stuck just a little too deep, and gracefully try and organize the drippy painted pumpkins.

Wednesday - I am the mother of a 12 year old. It is not possible. But real. I am too thin and too young to have a kid this size. He got a football, the pigskin variety and music lots of music and a skateboard. I need to update the health insurance.

Thursday - Braces. She now looks like she's 12 and she is only 8. I am counting down until they come off. And they are not on my teeth. She does not complain, she is a trooper. Food is going to be interesting.

Friday - The Birthday dinner out. Mexican food. Friends who give the boy a jumper from Texas A&M Uni. He did not take it off for almost a week, and then only whent he temperature rose to 30 degrees Celcius. All the kids compliment how fun the friends are who went to dinner with us. In particular the bloke. I am estatic inside - they are healing and do not believe that all men are cult vermin - we will prevail, we are the best of both hemispheres, Texan and Australian.

Saturday - soccer, soccer, soccer. 4 wins. Everybody happy.

Sunday - Adult old people have a undefeated season. Calls for Margaritas and Mexican food and a photo. All fun except that last bit. I stopped many a man from scoring any goals. So fun, I love to watch their faces fall.

I think I might have a wee bit to go before I heal all the way.