Halloween 2007, cont.

The saga continues, this time to the less favorable side.

(However, I do believe I should make note of the super kick butters punkins I carved, don't you? You'll note it's a big @ss punkin, with a wicked grin, eating a much smaller version of itself, who in turn is mucho frowning over the state of his being eaten...)

*ahem*

It pains me to admit this, but the kids this year were super rotten. I know, right? I could almost hear your collective "gasp!", but it's true. As per usual, Papa and I were prepared to take to the stairs, along with our punkins, and candy, patiently awaiting the arrival of the little ones. At 5:45, however, three teenage girls came to the door wanting their candy. Now, it's not dark at 5:45. I don't have so much of an issue with teens soliciting for candy, but can't you at least wait for dusk? I mean, the punkin wasn't even lit?!

Another little girl actually "eeeew-ed" the candy we gave her, suggesting folks these days "were giving out too many chips..." I couldn't really understand what she was talking about. I mean, she was speaking 8 year-old English, but:

1. I had just given her a handful of gummy body parts and gumball eyeballs. Ne're a cheesie or chip in sight.
2. In the world I live in, there can never be too many chips.

The final straw was the child dressed as Spiderman who refused to make the way up the path to collect candy from our house. Understanding his need to maximize footstep to candy ratio, and to cut him some slack, I offered to walk the candy down the path. "No" he says. "I don't want it." His mother tried to smooth it over by smiling and fussing with his costume. I then kindly offered to leave it at the end of the path for him. "I don't want any candy from your house." he says. "Fine," I said.

Jerk...

Sniff... I'll eat the damn gumballs.

Anyone else got a story to tell? Hmm?

Halloween 2007

Halloween... Is there a better day of the year? Okay, maybe Thanksgiving, what with the turkey and the Rockton Fair. But seriously. I lub it. It's the babies and animals in costumes (Pugoween, anyone?). It's the unnecessary giving of candy. It's the excuse to dress up and pretend you're something else.

This year I was Marie Antoinette, and I gots to say, I looked fantabulous! Susie, FS, Baby Bellah, Wade (pronounced Waa-day) and I went to the Bruce Trail Association's "Wild Times for Wild Things" party--lots of old chicks and dudes, but one very funny couple dressed as Edward Scissor Hands and a Heather Sandwich.

We also experienced a near run-in with a woman pretending to be something green and decaying who insisted on routinely outbidding both FS and I in our paintings of choice. She took it a little too personal, and actually got all up in our nuts (one might say... not me, but someone... someone who might be ghetto fabulous...) Needless to say, we both lost, and chicky paid a ridiculous amount of money for two mediocre pieces of art.

What about you guys? What did you do, and what did you dress as? Send my your pictures, if you have 'em, and I'll post 'em... Our very own little online party, if you will!

Bedders

Let's talk about geting into bed...

I'm a thin pj's, window open, cold air, crisp cotton sheet, heavy duvet, underwear on, socks off, water beside the bed, snuggle down on my stomach one arm above my head the other around a pillow type gal.

You?

Thursday

Thursday is the best day of the week. Let me "esplain" it to you why, k?

One, you have the anticipation--Friday is yet to arrive, so nothing has tainted the possibilities for your weekend spread.

B. You haven't had anything to drink yet (or at least, most of us haven't), and thus you haven't had the dead sleep of a drink too many, and thus the painful daytime results, leaving you the equivalent of a human zombie.

(iii) My Thursday underwear and socks are the best colors.

Afterthought: Four, I've just eaten in a Twinkie in the first time in forever, and it was most delish. Another reason to love Thursdays.

Capeesh?

Silly Goose

My kitteh cat was just rolling around on my bed in front of the computer, clearly in some attempt at getting my attenshions, and he fell off the side, most embarrassed like. He then proceeded to let out a little "meow" as he rolled. It's vair funny and tres hilariostiy. The best part? The "like, what?" attitude he sported after it, bending down to lick his leg all "I have no idea what you're laughing at. Excuse me while I adjust my furs."

He's since left the room, and is no doubt sulking in the hallway.

*peeks around the door*

Yup. Yup he is. There's no hiding those fat rolls from me. I can see them from here.

Late Breaking News!!!

STOP THE PRESSES!!!

This just in, Bloggers:

I have a ticket... For the February 4th, 2008 concert... On the floor... ROW 38... For...

...

...

... Are you ready for this?

OhmygodI'mpee-my-pantsexcited...

FOR THE SPICE GIRLS!

Dear god... The gloriousness of the cheese is overwhelming.

Thank you, loveliest FS.

The Weekend

Generally, all around, to sum it up, I estimate it was a good weekend.

Friday night I was at Wonderland for Spookfest. Super cool. Roller coasters at night are a must. Especially when they turn all the lights off and you're buzzing around doing upside-down-spiny-things at insane speeds in the dark. And I ate Tiny Tom donuts. Always a good time.

Saturday, FS talked me into buying ridiculously expensive jeans. They're Citizen, which really didn't mean anything to me, until I tried them on and my butters was lifted about 5 inches into the air and I looked, quite literally, like $100,000,000. Seriously. All jeans should make you look and feel like this. They were totally worth the otherwise 5 3/4 tanks of gas I could have purchased. Ho hum...

Sunday I golfed (badly, but nonetheless.) I should really just say I stood around in the sun for two and a half hours. Because standing would have been more productive than what I manage to do with a golf club.

So let's toast, shall we? To the Mindbuster--for whom waiting in line to ride the front car is always worth it. To fab new jeans--for whom my butters thank. And for tiny fat things--like pugs, and cheesies, and babies... Just because.

Tra la! 'Tis Friday! Let's have some facts, shall we?

1) I draw a good bag.
2) Yaris is an eco-friendly auto-man-bile, and as a result, I will receive a $1000 hurrah-for-Yaris cheque.
3) When you eat Bits n' Bites before bed you will be left with a pile of regret in the morning, in the form of wickedly bad breath.
4) Im 28, and the knowledge I'm going to Canada's Wonderland tonight makes me giggle.
5) Free cookies are not necessarily a good thing.
6) Backdraft is a terrible movie. Even with the uniforms and firetrucks.
7) I gots me a raise today!
8) I'm terrible at trying to do two things at once.
9) Apple juice is an all the time snack.
10) THIS video makes me laugh, and is fairly representative of my life with Goose.

Proactive Laundry

Doing laundry late at night sucks.

One, because it means going down to the creepy basement in the dark, and risk being attacked by the scary things that I know live in said basement. Or two, if I choose to avoid being attacked by the scary things and ipso facto, leave my laundry in the aforementioned scariness, I end up with a ridiculous pile of wrinkly pants and t-shirts. You can see my dilemma.

I wish I was more laundry proactive. I wish I could take control of my laundry and say, "Hey! I'm not going to let you run my life, laundry! I am an active participant! I will not be a slave to you."

Sigh.

Damn you Tide and Bounce.

Running Cult

So Poo and I had our first Running Room Cult meeting. Maybe 12 of us in total. A good group of people all ages, sizes, speeds, and abilities (praise Xenu ah Theton). And I should preface this by saying we were supa' nervous going in, thinking we'd be the group duds and everyone would zoom by us in their Running Room coats all "profesh" like...

...BUT OMG THEY WEREN'T!!! Can I just say we were so good! I ran 6km in 37 minutes?! Holy mother! That's some kind of personal best, I gots to tell you. I was the first girly to pull in about a minute behind the four boys, if that. And no walking for me! And Poo, dearest Poo, was only steps behind--and to think she thought she'd be left behind in the dark with the wolves. Dearest Poo. Thanks for doing it with me!

p.s. I freakin' love the commercial for KFC with the father getting up from the table to do a cheer for saucy wings...? F&ckin' hilari-puss.

House Hunters

Maybe it's because I'm on the prowl for a house or an apartment. Maybe it's because I'm a head case. Regardless (or irregardless, as Free Samples would say...), I'm finding I'm drawn to all the house-y type things I see. Like the home section of Winners. Or the Pampered Chef magazine on the staff room lunch table. Or the Tupperware Display at the Rockton Fair.

Now it's the house hunting shows on HGTV. Specifically, House Hunters.

Gawd, it's just awful! And the script dialogue is so horrendously boring, it's embarrassing:

Real Estate Agent: This is the master bedroom.
House Hunting Wife: Wow. I love the floors.
House Hunting Husband: Look at this closet. I could put a lot of clothes in here.
HHW: Yes. You're right.
REA: Did you notice the base boards?
HHW and H: Yes. They're nice.

And it really is that boring! You'll note I didn't put any bolding or italics in there to emphasize anything. That's because it's so monotone. And the people really are that wet. But I can't help it. I'm an addict. I have to watch. It's like a train wreck.

I found a clip on YouTube, but it doesn't do the atrocity justice.

Extra Stuff

It's weird when you get a movie on DVD that you usually watch or have seen in the past on VHS, and there are bunch of extra scenes in it. I'm watching "Pretty Woman" for the first time in a million years, and Julia Roberts is saying all sorts of things I don't remember. And I remember, like, ALL the lines from that movie:

"You should go for him. You look hot tonight. Don't take less than a hundred, and call me when you're through. Take care of you... Do it! Work it! Own it!"

Sorry. Habit.

Speaking of movies. Poo and I were watching Stir of Echoes last night... Super good movie (plus, Kevin Bacon is in it, and he's "extra special to me" *wink*). But Kevin Bacon or no Kevin Bacon, it's one of those films that everyone forgets about, I think because it came out at the same time as The Sixth Sense. Sneakers is another one of those. And Deep Impact. And Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken. All good.

I think I'd like to make a list of all those fall back movies... The one's you can count on for a Sunday afternoon, but that you're almost guaranteed will be on the Blockbuster shelf. Can you think of any others?

Annoying X2

First, a 50% voter turn out.

Second, my drawing teacher's bad habit... I know, I know, "don't we all have bad habits?" Myself included. But his came to light this vair evening, so it's freshest in my mind.

He says "sit and see" a lot.

*ahem*

As an example, when he's describing the class lesson, he's at his desk and we all crowd around him and he describes what he's doing as he draws:

Drawing Teacher: "I sit and see the boxes. And I measure. And then I sit and see on my page here... And then I remeausure. And sit and see how I'm doing this? Beautiful. Now go to your donkey and sit and see for yourselves..."

Super annoying. Annoying X2 you might say...

Party

Alright, young'ins. It's time to support your local green space. It's the 40th anniversary of the Bruce Trail, and as such, the Bruce Trail Association is putting on a kick-butters, sure-to-be-fantastic, Halloween shin-dig:

Wild Times for Wild Things

Saturday October 27th

8:00 p.m.

@ The Pearl Company, Hamilton

$50 per person ($25 tax receipt)

Silent auction/art, gourmet goodies, costume prizes, and a band!

The best part? All the money raised will go towards purchasing land, and maintaining the trail. Since I've been running on it, I've realized how crazy lucky I am to be near such a resource.

Think about it. If you're interested, you can buy tickets at Adventure Attic in Dundas, or Bryan Prince in Hamilton. Oh, and Tumblehome in Burlington.

And the winner is..?

Sparkle Motion reigns supreme!

The first weekly round of Tuesday night trivia at The Collins Brewhouse was yet another flaming success, with the best team winning (us) and the worst team (the Cheater McCheater Pants team) not even placing. Sweet victory!

*insert evil laugh here*

Okay, champs. So now it's your turn. Post your responses as best you can, and I'll reward you with the correct answers tomorrow morning! Try not to use the Internet, k?

1. In the bible, who cut Samson's hair?
2. What kind of bean is used to make baked beans?
3. Which two countries boarder three oceans?
4. What is dendrochronology the study of?
5. What kind of fish can blink both of its eyes at once?
6. Who was on the first cover of Rolling Stone?
7. In 1996, for what movie did Julia Roberts receive a record breaking $10 million?
8. How many hits does it take to sink the Battleship?
9. What is the anatomical name for the collar bone?
10. Besides cow, what other animal's milk is used to make mozzarella?

C'mon. Make team Sparkle Motion proud!

Rockton

The best weekend EVAH. Seriously. Why is Thanksgiving so good? Hmm? Is it the turkey? I don't know... But seriously... So good.

Friday we partied like it was 1999, including some kick @ss bingo with the ladies. Saturday we searched the city for our turkey and baked a punkin pie. On Sunday, I ate. And ate, and ate, and ate. Turkey, mashed po-ta-tos, sweet taters, peas, squash, brussel sprouts, cranberry, gravy, pie, and whipped cream. Oh, and wine. It's a wonder my pants didn't es-ploded!

And then there was Monday. Dear, sweet, Thanksgiving Monday. Hotter than h&ll at 31 degrees, but also the day of the Rockton Fair, and ipso facto, livestock, beer nuts, mini gourds, old men in farm hats, and french fries with too much ketchup eaten in the stands while watching the Clydesdale's. Some pictures to further illustrate the goodness. Seriously. Next year, y'all gots to get yur butters there:

p.s. My fav is the supa' cool chicken at the end who's all "cluck, like, what?"

My "New Shoes"

It's a big weekend.

Exactly one year ago Sunday I packed my bags, kissed my kitty cat, and walked out the door. One of the hardest things I've ever done, but undoubtedly, one of the best. Because now I have my new shoes on, and:

"suddenly everything is right,

I said, hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody's smiling,
It's so inviting,
Oh, short on money,
But long on time,
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine,
And I'm running late,
And I don't need an excuse,
'cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes."

*gets down and boogies*

Here I am! Here I am!

The Internet is down at our house. Grrrr... I hate that! Papa is working on it as we speak, and I'm glad I'm not there to watch him battle it out with the Bell guy before working a 2:00-6:00 shift. Eeee...

I'm eating a bran bar. Yum.

And there's a fire drill in 20 make that 10 minutes.

*twiddles thumbs*

Aren't cha glad you came back and checked again just for this?

Pfft... Sorry guys, I got nothing. Maybe tomorrow after my *dum dum duuuuuum* performance appraisal!

Pet Peeve #767:

Annoying loud noises.

Like, when you're sleeping in, and at 7:34 in the morning the street sweeper comes along to clean your street, and it gets stuck, like, behind your Yaris, while it's waiting for the minivan three blocks down to pass, so there's basically a 4 tonne street sweeper idling outside your bedroom window for two minutes...

Or when you're booping along to a good tune in your Yaris, and the windows are down because it's really nice day, and it's sunny and there's a sweet breeze, and a big 18-wheeler pulls up beside you, and refuses to pass, and just sort of coasts beside your driver's side window until you get angry enough to go 140km in your hatchback to pass the truck that could crush you with it's horn, rather than rolling up the window and suffocating in the sadness that is no breeze.

I really hate that.

Taking Action!

I had an epiphany.

It came to me as I was moving Yaris to comply with our German Dictator city parking by-laws--something like no parking on the one side of the street from the 1st to the 15th of April to November, and then on the opposite side of the street the 16th to the end of the month, December to March... I know, crazy, right? Try reading it plastered 5 feet above your head on a tiny piece of tin... But I digress.

I realized it was the 1st of the month (my favorite month), and thus time for a fresh start in my life, as well as Yaris'. So in the words of Fubar, I "gave'r."

1. I joined *dum dum duuuuuum* a cult!

Well, not really. But I joined one of those Running Room running clinics, which is pretty much the same thing as a cult, because we have matching shirts, and we're all instructed to do the same thing at the same time, and there's no Kool-Aid, but there is an electrolyte drink.

It's a 10km training clinic, "developed for a variety of time goals including just 'to complete' all the way up to finishing a 10K in 38 minutes. The night consists of 20 to 30 minute seminar followed by a group run of varying lengths and speeds." Ten weeks, every Tuesday. I'm pretty pumped. Plus, I got a sweet pink t-shirt out of it. I will draw the line at one of those running coats, though. I WON'T buy one of those... Unless it comes in turquoise, in which case maybe...

2. I also signed up for an art class at our local college. Woo to the serious hoo. I've been feeling way too left-brain-ish lately, and I can't seem to get myself motivated to do anything creative. My box of colored pencils and markers sits lonely. I can almost hear them singing a melancholy tune... "Lonely... We're so lonely... We've got nobody, to call our owwwwwn!"

The class is called Drawing One, and it will "enhance my ability to observe and record, using detailed studies and quick sketches. Explore form, space, line, texture, composition, and gesture using charcoal, pencil, and conte crayon." Three hours for ten Thursdays (well, now nine, because I'm starting a week late.) And it's credited! Meaning I'll get graded at the end of it! Meaning I really might have a mid term to look forward to! Ha! Total karma, huh?

All in all, I'm feeling much better, and generally less lumpy. And Ash was right--I can't let somebody else lead. If I can boast I'm f&ckin' fabulous, than I need to back it up, right?

The only thing left to be considered is what Free Samples and I discussed at Subway over a couple of six inchers... I think I'm ready, FS... Wanna take that leap with me?