FlaBlondie's WunderBlog

Well, hello sweetie

I thought everyone had forgot it was Halloween.
We will have to party together!

Happy Halloween Blondie!

Hidee, Miss Blondie! Since you're a woman and all, I figgerd you can give me some good advice! Theres this big woman thatsa got some kinda hots for me, and wants me to go to this big Halloween Extravaganzo! Problem is, I aint wanta to go with her none at all! Oh, shes a nice person and all that, but shes got bigger arms, well, shes got bigger everthing than I got, and shes can even grow a mustache bettern me too! Ise hopin that there was a feller that could sweep her off her feet, but there aint nobody stout enuff, know what I mean?

Can you help me get outa this mess? Mebbe you know a big 'ol boy that can help me out! Or mebbe know somebody that has an extra plane ticket to one a them stan countries out east that I cant spell! Id soon take on one o them Talibaners with a gun than a mad water buffalo, know what I mean?

Miss Blondie!

So glad to hear from you again and that you are keeping our annual WU Halloween tradition alive!

Hurricane Sandy has put the kabosh on tonight's usual holiday event, but our particular community has rescheduled it for this Saturday, Nov. 3rd due to continued cleanup and power restoration from Hurricane Sandy.

HOPE YOU AND YOURS HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN TONIGHT!

Blondie - where are you?

How can I party on my own?

Come on Sweetie, come and join in my Halloween caper!

Mables ahollerin and tellin me to get my butt outside to take her to Verns extravaganzo, so Id better mind her and git before I git turned into a greazy spot, know what I mean?

Ghost House

Robert Frost (1915)



I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me—
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

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The Witches’ Spell

Act IV, Scene 1 from Macbeth (1606) by William Shakespeare


A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.

1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—’tis time! ’tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
3 WITCH. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches’ mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg’d i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingredients of our caldron.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

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Mabel and her sumo rasslin sister isa gettin in a big fight! Anybody know the number of the National Guard or Rambo?

Good Evening Blondie!

I woke up from a much needed lengthy nap and found that I had missed most of the additional Halloween fun and frivolity posted here tonight. I feel like I'm in some sort of time warp these days. LOL!

Nevertheless, I thought I'd leave you with some more traditional Halloween graphics and music for those witches and goblins still lurking about this late hour. ENJOY!

Click on "The Great Pumpkin" graphic below.

Grandkids? Blondie has grandkids! She looks to young to be a grand ole dame!!

Oh,Sweetie, you have suddenly lost your allure! lol