Halloween

Jack does not say "Trick or Treat". He goes up to the door, looks at the person and says "Put the candy in the bag."

It was kind-of funny.

Arianna had fun, at least.

Photo Geek.

My friend and I went out (escaped) today, and drove around aimlessly and took pictures. I've posted some of them on my Flickr.

Disturbing.

My parents are remodeling, which means I've been the recipient of various things over the last few weeks...since my mom is trying to rid herself of some of the decades of accumulation she had built up.

Mostly it's been stuff I can totally use, and I've been looking forward to the day that she picks up Arianna, because it usually means I have a bag of goodies to go through.

So, today I got a bag....

In it:

Some clothes STRAIGHT out of the 80's, that you couldn't pay me to wear.

A rolled up poster. I opened it. It was a picture of Johnny Depp from his 21 Jump Street days. It even said "21 Jump Street" on the bottom. Hysterical.

Then I dig deeper in the bag, and find...

A mason jar filled with hair.

Apparently she kept my hair when I was little.

I'm a little creeped out by this glass jar of hair sitting on my buffet...and wondering WHY on Earth she thought I'd want it.....

News from the "Duh".

Headline:

Researchers: Men taken more seriously than women when crying


Wow.

Hard-hitting, groundbreaking journalism there!!

Dear Annoying Spammers:

When trying to market something that is "guaranteed" to give you "huge erections and stamina" maybe you should NOT send the email from some woman named "Helga".

Because, between you and me....all that name conjures up is a huge woman in a viking cap that could probably decapitate a man with one punch.

And I'm pretty sure that's not the look men are going for when they want "huge erections and stamina".

Or, maybe I'm wrong....

Just something to consider,

Me.

Electricity.

Um, either my house has some SERIOUS wiring issues that just appeared suddenly, or being that it's close to Halloween, I have some mischievous ghostie visiting.

Case in point:

I go to turn on my lights in my kitchen. They don't turn on. I have a fluorescent light fixture in the middle of the ceiling. I try both switches. Nada. So, fine, I turn on the light above my stove, and go about my business.

A while later, I go to heat something up in the microwave.

The INSTANT I open the door to the microwave, and the light inside of it clicks on, so does my overhead light. They turned on simultaneously.

Um, okay.... I stood there standing bemused for a bit.


Then later on in the night, I go up to my bedroom. The light won't turn on. I click the switch a few times. Nada. I figure the light is burnt out, and I fumble my way to the computer to turn it on to use it's light. Soon as it boots on, my bedroom fixture clicks on.

Come to think of it, it turned on me the other day, too.

I was in on the computer. Light switch was clicked off. Sitting there minding my own business, and then the light turned on by itself. I just turned around, said "Well, hello." and went back to typing. Yeah, I don't scare that easily.

Hmm.

Maybe I DO have a visitor!

Seen Today.

A teenage boy who weighed maybe 95 lbs, wearing a tank top that he'd ripped down the sides to expose his knobby ribs- With a fresh new tattoo on his (non-existent) bicep.

What did this new tattoo say, spelled out in Fancy Old English?

"Strong."

Um, sorry to burst your bubble, buddy...but Leonidas you're not.

Woozy.

So, my new job is working in the office of a local manufacturing plant.

Now, the people in the office are normal.

The people in the plant.....well....let's just say they don't drug test at my work.
And half of them look like they've just climbed out of the primordial ooze.

So, today, I had to watch some safety videos with a bunch of the factory people, and so I trudged upstairs, and sat on a bench. Sorta a wobbly bench, but I was on it by myself at that time, and didn't think anything of it.

I'm sorta sick today, too.

Anyhow....up comes two....people.....and they sit down next to me.

Now, let's just state for the record that one of the nicknames of my town is "McMethville" for a reason. And these two definitely belong here.

So, sitting on a wobbly bench with two EXTREME tweekers for 40 minutes....when you're sick....

Yeah.

Fun times.

Gah.

I am the world's worst procrastinator.

That is all.

Rare.

Question!

(and yes....I talk fast....I know. Dammit. I may need a transcript.)

New Discovery.

Seriously amazing singer I just discovered, though he's been around for awhile.

Freaking LOVE him....His name is Matt Nathanson...

Enjoy!

Why Trips to the Store are Never Uneventful....

I don' t know why I insist on going shopping at night.

I always think there will be less people, and I'll be in and out.... and yeah...there ARE less people...

but, unfortunately there are less CHECKERS, as well...and I end up having to wait eons to get out of the place.

So, standing in line tonight, I noticed:

1. There was a guy in jeans that were far, far too tight. Like, "I know what religion you are" tight. And, no...not something a girl really wants to see....ESPECIALLY if the guy weighs like 90 pounds, and has one of those mustaches he has greased and pointed the ends of....like he wants to live in an old Western and be the dastardly villain.

2. There was a college kid walking around in a BRIGHT turquoise, windbreaker material jogging suit. BRIGHT "Ohmygod, My eyes are bleeding!!" Bright....and he had one leg rolled up, one all the way down, and was wearing....a multicolored beanie w/ a propeller on top.

I'm hoping maybe he was being hazed for a fraternity? Because, this IS a college town. But, then it's October. Don't they haze earlier than this?

3. The woman behind me needed to beat her child. NOT that I advocate child abuse, but Jesus Christ! This kid was screaming, grabbing the cart and slamming it into her mom...on purpose, grabbing stuff of endcaps and throwing it on the ground, telling her mom "NO!!" when she told her to calm down....etc etc.

Seriously, lady? If your kid is being THAT out of control, I wouldn't have minded if you tried something a LITTLE more effective than "Please stop, Elizabeth." continuously.


So, now I'm home....decompressing.


and I took this pic of Jack tonight. I am SO in for it when he gets to the dating age.