Holy Crap on a Cracker, Hooka!

Happy Monday Plonkity Plonkers

A to Z Blog Challenge letter today is H and my theme of Motto versus Insult continues.

My Motto for today is

Hope

We all wish things will turn out for the best right?   To me that's Hope.

When my youngest daughter was about 3 years old we had a therapist who told us she has Aspergers.  At first we were relieved that we had an explanation for her strange behaviours and sudden out bursts.  We learned to deal with her, live with it but it hasn't been easy.  A year ago we took her to one of the best Neurologists for a new assessement and she told us she has some characteristics of an Aspies child but her main problem was her severe ADHD, ODD and OCD.  We are working hard at getting her school ready this year with Occupational Therapy....we live in HOPE that she will be ready for mainstream school next year.  Its been an emotional ride.
This is my story of HOPE.

My Insult today is

Hooker

Hookalicious

I don't want to miss out on Monday Music Moves Me Blog Hop with Xmas Dolly because I'm in the Spotlight today.  This week's theme this week is silly songs that make you laugh. 

This calypso Big Bamboo song ALWAYS makes me giggle.

 

And one of my favourite YouTubers who ALWAYS makes me laugh.  RWJ

Happy Halloween, Hookers!

On a strict Halloween Budget this year?

Here's some cheap ideas for Halloween Costumes!




.....and a Haunted Halloween story

A young couple were delighted to purchase the old-fashioned house in the Stuyvesant Square section of Philadelphia. They moved into their dream home in the winter of 1889, bringing their five year old daughter with them.



There was a lot of refurbishing to do, so the little girl tended to go up to the attic to play while her parents were occupied with the house. It wasn't as bad as it sounds, because the previous owners had converted the attic into a playroom. It even had a fireplace at one point, but it was currently boarded up.


After a couple of weeks of hard work, the downstairs rooms were finished. The mother, realising that she had been neglecting their daughter, attempted to try and spend more time with her now, but the little girl seemed distracted. She kept stealing back up to the attic alone to play.


Exasperated, and perhaps a little hurt the the child was not being responsive to her attentions, the mother finally asked, "What's so interesting up there in that stuffy room?"

"It's the little boy with the shiny buttons," the child replied. "He's so much fun to play with!"

"What little boy?" the mother demanded, wondering if a servant child had stowed away in the room. She went to investigate, but found the room empty.


Certain that her daughter was just being contrary, she urged her husband to discipline the child. At her father's stern voice the little girl became hysterical. She kept repeating that there was a little boy and he wore a blue jacket with lots of shiny buttons on it. As her father listened, he became more and more curious. Formerly a s eaman, he realized his daughter was describing a child's sailor suit, complete with the brass buttons.


The girl's father made some inquires about the Jensons, the family that lived in the house before them. He learned that they had come from England, bringing their children with them, two boys and a girl. The youngest child, a boy, was born retarded. The neighbors described the youngest boy as a sweet innocent child, but added that Mr. Jenson was ashamed of him and tried to prevent him from being seen outdoors.


According to the boy's parents, the neighbours continued, the young boy would often sneak out to go down to the river. The story goes on to say that one day he fell in and drowned.  His body was never recovered, but his cap had been found floating in the river.  Shortly after the disappearance, the Jensons put the house up for sale and, leaving Philadelphia, dropped out of sight.


The former seaman's suspicions were now thoroughly aroused. He accompanied his little daughter to the attic and asked her to show him where the little boy came from. She pointed to the boarded up fireplace.  Her father called in workers to open it and then to remove the mortar that cemented up a cavity beside the chimney.


As the mortar was chipped away, the corpse of a small boy was revealed. He was clothed in a little blue sailor jacket with four rows of brass buttons down the front.  Further examination revealed that the back of the child's head had been crushed by a violent blow.

The wee boy had been murdered!




and for the guys....some Halloween Hotties at Heff's.Enjoy!

 

Kaylin with her Halloween Chompers in

Megan adjusting her Halloween Chompers