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Halloween At Williams Manor Halloween 2009 has come and gone. While I am not a big fan of the holiday, my wife Janell loves it so we go all out for the holiday.
My wife always does her nails up for the holidays...here are her hands and feet this year.
Since Halloween fell on a Saturday this year we once again had a party at Williams Manor which needed a big batch of Chili (maybe I’ll get out of having to do the party thing for the next five years since Halloween will fall on a work night)!
Pumpkin carving time.
I kid you not…this is the exact look my dog Shep gave me as I stood over the pumpkins. I swear he thinks we’re idiots
Quick tip when buying pumpkins; please find gourds with stems. Non-stemmed pumpkins are much more annoying to work with. Thank you.
I cut and carve while my wife guts the pumpkins and saves the seeds.
I like my pumpkins old-school; not symmetrical or fancy, just silly looking so I just dive right in with the knife.
Which sometimes leads to stabbing myself. At least this year I did it on the funniest finger on my hand.
This is the pumpkin that hurt my finger photographed as the knife was still plunged into its forehead. I hope it hurt. Stupid pumpkin...
All better.
I wonder if my pumpkin carving reveals anything about my inner soul?
Pumpkin guts.
The seeds were doused with olive oil and seasonings and roasted to perfection by Janell…best batch ever!
Eventually the pumpkins made their way into the house’s decorations.
And then to make Halloween scarier, we invited Dawn over to help prep and cook. The person that isn’t Dawn in the photos is her poor husband, Gary.
Two crazy people at the same table; Dawn and my mother.
Which means it’s a good time to leave the room and go play pool.
The crowds have arrived! Left to right we have Mrs. Ugly shirted station manager, our friend and huge RAD fan (except for Dawn) Debby, Producer Cristi, the pylon’s seat warmer and Mrs. “Dr.” Ron
Our neighbor Sherry, my wife Janell and poopy pants.
Janell, Mrs. Ron, Debby, next to Debby is the cop-hater and next to her is our friend Hope.
Cristi’s boyfriend Scotty.
I have no idea why Dawn has Cristi in a headlock. I was not there for this spectacle, I was in other room. I am speaking to you, OSHA.
Janell and me.
Arnie came dressed as a 600 pound pumpkin. In the first picture he’s with Dawn’s poor husband, in the second he’s with Chiropractor to the stars, Dr. Ron of Placer Spine and Body in Rocklin, Ca. Look it up, I did most of the work for you.
Dr. Ron’s wife is yanking Mr. Death’s chain.
This year we bought a fog machine to spruce up the spookiness.
GUYS…pay attention. Notice how the minute I change into my brand new black RAD sweatshirt the girls are all over me! It’s better than Axe body spray.
The highlight of the evening was when Producer Cristi perfectly timed my drunkenness to ask me to pretty please break open my $200 bottle of vintage Jameson whiskey. Cristi has been threatening to steal it since my wife bought it for me, so as a compromise I promised to not open it until Cristi and Scotty could help me drink it…it was amazing.
Dawn sucks...
Here we are…Rob, Arnie and Dawn in the wrong order. I have no idea why we do this. |
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