Working On Halloween

See? I work! Or am I blogging?
My "bullied into costume" co-workers & I
Ma stopped by to Trick or Treat

Happy Halloween!

What do you get when you divide the
circumference of a jack-o-lantern by its diameter?
Pumpkin Pi
How do you make a witch stew?
Keep her waiting for hours
How do ghosts begin their letters?
"Tomb it may concern"
What happened to the guy who couldn't
keep up payments to his exorcist?
He was repossessed.
What do you call a person who puts rat poison
in a person's Corn Flakes?
A cereal killer
How do you mend a broken Jack-o-lantern?
With a pumpkin patch
What kind of street does a ghost like best?
A dead end
How do you know if a ghost is lying?
You can see right through him.
How is a werewolf like a computer?
They both have megabytes.
Why don't witches like to ride their brooms when they're angry?
They're afraid of flying off the handle.
Where do ghosts go on vacation?
Lake Erie
How can you tell when a window is scared?
They get shudders.
Why didn't the skeleton dance at the Halloween party?
It had no body to dance with.
When does a skeleton laugh?
When something tickles his funny bone
Why is a ghost such a messy eater?
Because he's always a goblin.
What happens when a ghost gets lost in a fog?
He's mist.
What do you call a ghost with a broken leg?
Hoblin Goblin
What do you call a wicked witch who lives by the sea?
A sand-witch
Who does a ghoul fall in love with?
His ghoul friend


Buy This Today

***UPDATE*** I totally just left work to buy this CD at Best Buy for $9.99 and I'm listening to it right now and it is super good. Mind you, I totally love Britney, even in all of her maniacal glory, but I'm serious about recommending Blackout. This is a solid, cohesive dance album. Is it Britney that's the talent or the production? I'd go with the latter but regardless of who deserves the credit, the CD is totally worth a purchase. The whole CD. No one talks shit about Madonna when she makes albums just like this with the electronic vocals and strong dance tracks (Music? Confessions on a Dance Floor? Ray of Light?) so I don't think Brit deserves any flack if she's getting it. This was totally worth the wait.

Size Twelve Tuesday

Over the weekend my favorite pair of jeans tore. True, they were old, but I blame the girth of my thigh for this damage. They tore right beneath my right cheek which would be very fashionable were this the 90s but methinks that style went the way of the Dodo. Unless of course you are Bret Michaels or one of his Rock of Love girls. I'm not really going to turn this into a self-loathing post about how fat I am and how much I despise my reflection because that's not the case. Frankly I'm not a ten, not yet a twelve (sing it like Britney Spears "I'm not a girl, not yet a woman" and it's funnier). I eat what I want to eat, when I want to eat it. I enjoy the finer things in life like Halloween candy and Fat Tire beer. I live for chicken wings dripping in blue cheese dressing. Hot dogs? Yes, please! Cheese in any form? Of course! Exercise is not even happening and I'd be fooling you if I told you I was exerting any effort to make that happen. So today, rather than squeezing into my jeans like I do nearly every day for work, I have decided to give in and rock the size twelve slacks I bought for London in January, dieted out of and have now returned to. My stomach, she is free. And frankly I look fine. I could just do better. And since the good doctor told me last Friday that I have high cholesterol, I probably should do better. Until then? It's all about single serving Reese's Peanut Butter Cups by the handful.

This post was brought to you by the number 12 and the letter F.


Scary Movie Monday

I don't know what it is but Eli has a knack for picking some of the most disturbing movies I have ever seen. This one ranks right up there with Blue Velvet for me. Ick. It's Wes Craven circa 1972 so you know it's going to be gritty. When I think "horror" though, I try to think of supernatural things like hauntings or a masked serial killer going to town on a group of summer camp counselors. Things that are almost make believe. Unfortunately, The Last House On The Left was super realistic, mildly terrifying and made my stomach turn. Brief summary: Two bra-less teenage girls are going to the big city for a concert and are trying to score some "decent grass." They end up getting abducted by some escaped convicts, tortured, raped and murdered in the woods. Very realistic until the end which I won't give away here. Things just sort of go crazy. Chainsaws are involved... Weird.
My second viewing was BFF recommended and Eli approved. The Watcher In The Woods is more of a family fare horror flick so you won't find any rape and torture here. It's Disney circa 1980 so it was a nice follow up to the sickness we'd just seen. While Bette Davis is always creepy (Hello, Whatever Happened To Baby Jane), I was more creeped out by the little girl who called her dog Nerak. For those of you not in the know, that's Karen (the missing girl) spelled backwards. Yeah. This is almost sci-fi by the time the ending clears things up. The best part about it? I had to rent this bad boy on VHS. Dude. I don't even have a VCR. I can see how this movie would scare a twelve year old and make someone super scared of reflections but after witnessing the fucked up shit I just did, it was a cakewalk.
Session 9 I had never heard of prior to a web-based list of the 50 scariest movies of all time. I can sort of see why as it doesn't really have any major stars in it but this was a great psychological thriller. A sort of "whodunnit" that keeps you wondering which of these haz-mat workers cleaning up an old, abandoned mental institution has lost his damn mind. I can sort of relate to the creepy feel of the set because I attend college in a former state hospital and just being on campus in the dark is enough to spook me. As in the prior two movies, it too is set in the woods so you get that that feeling of terror that only comes with isolation.
And for our grand finale after a marathon weekend of scary movie viewing, we chose C. Thomas Howell's The Hitcher. This is another suspenseful and somewhat realistic scenario and it also teaches us very valuable lessons:
  • Don't pick up hitchhikers
  • Don't go on long distance drives alone
  • Don't talk to strangers

Holy moly. Who knew that there were such psychos in the world. This hitchhiker was hell-bent on killing Soul Man. They just don't make horror movies like they did in the 70s and 80s. I would pick any of these psychological thrillers over gore-porn any day. There's nothing like the feeling of squirming in your seats. I would recommend any of the above for a good scare... Halloween is only 2 days away...


A Haiku For HLP Friday

We have a debate going
On-ree or Hen-ree
I say it's On-ree
My mom agrees with me, too
But "Fuck your mom, dude"
Such a sweet talker
You kiss your mom with that mouth?
See you at Five Points


That Time

I hate being that chick. The one who has a "bad period." Especially when I've been menstruating for over half my life already. Once a month for the past 18 years. That's 216 cycles I've been through. You would think by now that monthly visit from Aunt Flo would be uneventful. But noooo. Yesterday I got such bad cramps that I actually had to leave work to go home and vomit. Really? I'm 30 years old... this should not be happening. It has always been this way, ever since I "started" at the age of 12 on a field trip to a local water park, Raging Waters - an ideal place for a suddenly pubescent girl to discover that she is bleeding to death. When I was in high school I used to get permission to stay home on the first day of my period because I was inevitably overcome by cramps, cold sweats and ended up lying on the cool bathroom floor, hugging the toilet, waiting until I could hold back the heaves no longer. Then my doctor, the hero, wrote me a prescription for Naproxen, an anti-inflammatory used in Aleve that I credit to this day for saving my ass. Or should I say my uterus? Either way, no more vomiting as a result of cramps. Or so I thought. Thank you, modern science. The birth control pill also deserves a hearty round of applause but that's another story for another day. There really is no point to this post other than to discuss bodily functions but to wrap it up here I guess I'll just ask all the ladies out there how they relieve the symptoms of "the curse." Feel free to discuss.


A Cautionary Tale

Once upon a time there was a girl named Randi. She was a sickly young thing, a delicate flower, and as a result had to take many prescription medications. She had allergies, hypothyroid, mental issues and a desire not to get pregnant. So every night before she went to bed she lined up four prescription pills on her nightstand and washed each one down with a hearty sip of water. Sometimes, however, our heroine liked to do a little puffin' or drinkin' before tucking herself in for a good night's sleep. On one of these nights, it would appear that she lost all control of her muscles and spastically threw the pills to the ground, immediately forgetting about ingesting them. Yesterday, while our princess was on her hands and knees looking for her royal jewels, she found all the pills she had long ago swept away nestled safely beneath her nightstand. "Whoopsie!" she exclaimed when she stumbled upon that little blue birth control pill. After a day of fretting, however, she realized active birth control pills are WHITE, not blue. The blue was simply a placebo, never needed in the first place. She sighed a sigh of relief and she lived happily and unpregnantly ever after. The moral of this story? Getting wasted should take a backseat to remembering your daily dosage of prescription medication.


Bling? The Hell You Say!

Why do I look so happy?
Paid off my layaway!


SoCal's Burning

Today's Sunset
Sunday at 2 PM
Ashy Porch


Tres Generaciones Y Yo

My Father, the Grandpa
My Brother, the Dad
My Nephew, the Grandest Son


Pretty Pointless Haiku Friday

There's not much to say
Things are super chill 'round here
I am topic-less
Why bother haiku
Seems pretty pointless to me
But I aim to please
Dead leaves are falling
12 more days til Halloween
Thank God it's Friday



I can't say I'm the most religious person but I try to live my life by the Golden Rule, to treat others the way I'd like to be treated. Mind you, this rule goes out the window when it comes to coworkers, close friends and family, but for the most part, I think I'm a pretty nice gal. I smile at people, say my pleases and thank yous and generally try to be pleasant and well-mannered. Often times, those things go unreturned and unnoticed but that's ok, because karma is a bitch and she'll get them tenfold. However, this morning I had some good karma coming my way. I went to my favorite Chevron station to get gas for Vehicular and when I went to the counter to pay I started to cough. This dry fall weather plus the remnants of the cold my nephew shared with me have left me with an itchy throat. So I apologized to the cashier for coughing near his person and blamed the weather. We exchanged smiles and as I was leaving he said to me, "Do me a favor. Grab one of those packages of Halls off the rack." I did as he asked and went to hand him the cough drops when he told me they were for me. On the house. Now that? Is some good stuff. Just remember that eventually you'll get what you give, people. Moral of the story and all that.

Hard Out Here For A Pimp

Boy am I behind in my movie viewing. I can't seem to even recall the last time I went to the theater, frankly. Anyhoo, the other day I was over at HLP's, admiring her DVD collection and was sort of shocked to see that she owned Hustle & Flow. Some of you might be wondering where the shock factor comes in as H&F was a highly regarded film and the proud Oscar winner for Best Original Song. Or should I say rap? And HLP? Well, she's not so much a fan of rap. She's more of what we used to call a "hesher" - all heavy metal, long hair and headbanging. And considering this movie features rap star Ludacris and a heavy rap soundtrack, well, it seemed like an odd match. Terence Howard has the most beautiful mocha skin and green eyes I have ever seen but his accent was a bit distracting. I couldn't make up my mind if his "ho," played by Taryn Manning, was a retard or not... And DJ Qualls? Well since seeing him in such fare as Road Trip and The New Guy, I was impressed to see him handle the role of a church organist turned DJ so well. It's a bit silly how quickly and easily this former pimp's recording career takes off but it was entertaining nonetheless. If you're a fan of freestyle rap and some hot beats, I think you'll enjoy this one.


Happy First Birthday, E!!!

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Dear Ethan (a.k.a. E-Diddy, Ethos, Monkey Bear),
Do you remember when you were that little? I was almost afraid to hold you, you were so small. Now, you're so big you have the ability to hurt auntie with your enthusiasm. I can't believe that a year has passed since we rushed to the hospital to welcome you into this crazy world of ours. Before you came along, I only thought I knew what love was. Now, when I see the way your face lights up when I walk into the room, I know that not only am I in love, but that you love me back with all your tiny heart. I actually count the days in between our visits. If I go more than a week without hearing you say "Woah!" I feel like a piece of me is missing. I'm so glad that you are my buddy. Hope you have the happiest 1st birthday ever and that you don't freak out too badly when grandpa and daddy's barber gives you your first haircut.

Rainy 011


Sunday In Santa Barbara

The Pier
Palm Trees
Crazy bees
Skate Park

Friday's Kings Game

Sweet Seats
Yes, that's an authentic mullet sighting Cirque Du Soleil's Corteo on ice?
Milo Ventimiglia, John Krasinski, Steve Carell
Distorted Steve Carell on the jumbotron

Customer Service?

Dear CSUCI Bookstore,
When I called and asked if I could return my book to you if I was withdrawing from my class, you told me "Yes." I had an offer from another student to buy it but told him no because I'd rather get the full refund on a brand new book I cracked open only once. At no time did you mention a deadline to me. You simply told me to bring in my W with my receipt and I'd get my $168 back. However, when I went to return the book yesterday, a mere 4 days including the weekend after I got my W, you told me the deadline had passed. Well, frankly, I was irritated. Then I saw the giant green sign behind your counter that said you gladly bought books back year 'round so I asked you to buy my book back and you told me you couldn't! WTF? I'm in customer service/sales and I know all about this thing called "the customer is always right" even when they're not. You did nothing to make sure I, your customer, left your store happy. It's no wonder people are turning to Amazon to buy and sell their text books, you rip off artists.
Dear shoe salesmen (note the plural) at the mall,
When I request a size ten to try on, do not suggest that I try on the display that is a size nine. Frankly, at the age of 30, I am well aware of my shoe size. I'm not about to fold my toes over to squeeze them into a shoe an entire size too small. And when I ask to try the ten, do not roll your eyes and do a huge sigh when you flounce your faux-punk, emo ass into the stock room to retrieve my requested merchandise. Your sole purpose at your mall job is to get me things to try on so I buy them. I will definitely not buy your shoes after you cop a 'tude.
And as for you, Mr. Journeys, when I request a size ten, do not tell me that a nine and a half is all you carry and that it will stretch. When I reply to that suggestion by saying that I own that brand and style in both a size nine and a half and a men's eight (a.k.a. women's ten) and that the nine and a half is too tight, do not look at me and repeat "I happen to know for a fact that those shoes stretch." You will not only lose my sale, but also the sale of my friend and all of my friend's friends when I tell them all what a condescending prick you were.
Dear Footlocker guy,
You did it! You cheerfully welcomed us in to your store. You went out of your way to make sure that the customer was happy. When you didn't carry the size we were looking for, you went out of your way to suggest that we order it instead. Not only that, but you told us the shoes would be delivered right to our doorstep! When we said that wouldn't work, you brought them into the store for us! You gave us a courtesy call to let us know that our merchandise had arrived! You said "please" and "thank you" and told us to have a great night, and the entire time you had a great attitude and a smile on your face. You get it. And we appreciate it and show our appreciation by giving you money. Atta boy.


Monday Musings

I have quite a few photos to upload that I took over the weekend but I thought I'd throw up some snippets anyway just so I'm not accused of hating my blog:
  • Kings lost to the Bruins 8 to 6 but I wasn't too devastated as John Krasinski (Jim) and Steve Carell (Michael) of The Office fame were in attendance and I totally got to see them on the jumbotron and I was screaming like an 8th grader at a New Kids on the Block concert. See?
  • On Saturday I rode my bicycle from my folks' house to my apartment as it has been collecting dust in their garage for over a year. I locked it in my car parking space because I am unable to schlep a bicycle upstairs and I got a ticket from my apartment manager saying I was illegally parked.
  • Sunday was brunch and do you know what that means? It means I am not really doing the Special K diet as instructed. I'm a rebel. Since food is very important to me, I modified the diet a bit. Considering I exercised 5 out of 7 days last week, I'm not going to beat myself up over it. Nope. It is what it is.
  • In lieu of being a cat for the umpteenth Halloween in a row, I am stepping outside of my comfort zone. Buzz invited me to a costume party and we've decided to go as Peter and Lois Griffin from The Family Guy. I got an orange wig last night and it kicks ass. What are you going to be?


Book Review Haiku Friday

Just finished comeback
By Claire and Mia Fontaine
Mother and daughter
Sex, drugs, runaways
And rehabilitation
Just like a journal
It's enlightening
And avoids being cheesy
An easy, quick read


20 Days Til Halloween

What's the scariest movie you've ever seen?
Hands down, The Shining. The Exorcist probably could have been a contender had Chente not joked through it the entire time.
What was your favorite Halloween costume as a child?
I think I answered this in a TMI Tuesday not too long ago but it was definitely the full-on head-to-toe leopard suit.
Given enough money what would be your fantasy Halloween costume?
I have always just wanted to be thin enough to be something slutty. Ideally? Catwoman's rubber suit. Like, the actual one Michelle Pfeiffer wore in Batman Returns.
When was the last time you went trick-or-treating?
It's been years. Nothing irritates my folks more than big kids trick-or-treating so it was forbidden when we reached high school.
What is your favorite Halloween candy?
Anything Reese's but I'd probably have to choose the Pieces because of their connection with E.T. and their festive fall colors.
Tell us about a scary nightmare you once had?
Most of my nightmares involved being chased or fleeing for my life. I don't recall specifics generally.
What is your supernatural fear?
I get nervous in dark hallways when I'm alone.
What is your 'creepy-crawly' fear?
Big ol' thick juicy spiders that look like they have bones and squish all loud.
Tell us about a time when you saw a ghost, or heard something go bump in the night?
As HLP will testify, we didn't have much luck last year when we went to the "haunted" Olivas Adobe so I don't have much experience in this genre. However, once in high school, BFF and I were driving around town and I will put it on my mother that I saw a UFO.
Would you stay overnight in a real haunted house?
Sure. Unless it's the one in Amityville. All those flies? No thanks.
Are you a traditionalist or a creative carver of your Jack-O'Lantern?
I'm sort of traditional with an edge. I definitely like carving faces but a couple years ago I totally carved Skurvy. Neat.
How much do you decorate your house at Halloween?
Since I have a tiny apartment I'm pretty limited but I do have a SPOOKY sign up, some festive place mats and a Halloween tree.
What do you want on your tombstone?
Much like HDW, I'm tempted to list pizza toppings. There's no way in this day and age anyone can take this question seriously.


What Went Wrong

A more appropriate title might be "Hungover Humpday." Good lord. First things first, Vehicular was broken. It was VW's fault. She is fixed. It was free. The end. One of my customers was kind enough to drive me to pick her up so I offered to buy him a beer after work. Only things didn't exactly go down like that and now it's 8:15 and I'm drunk. Still. At work. Wow. It started out innocent enough. We went to the bar near my apartment and I ordered a glass of chardonnay. Harmless. Or so I thought. Until that glass turned into four. Maybe five. I simply can't recall. Oh yeah, and the bartender was kind enough to offer me the extra of a strawberry margarita so it wouldn't go to waste. Brilliant. All the while I'm feeling guilty for "cheating" on my Special K diet. Instead of cereal for dinner, I had chips and dip. Yeah... I don't have to feel guilty any more. Know why? I totally booted. Yup. Barfed. I was so drunk I didn't realize that sitting a mere table away was HLP's buddy Toofelhunden (I doubt I spelled that correctly but it doesn't much matter as it's not his name anyhow). I was totally oblivious. At one point in the evening I did a grito, or for you non-Spanish speakers, a Mexican cry of independence. That's all I know. Mind you, I was with my customers. Holy shit. I have no idea how that's going to backfire on me in the future. I'm just glad no one else witnessed my purging. That would have been totally awkward. Yeah, cuz the grito wasn't awkward enough...


Dieter's Log: Day 2

No, this is not the log of the SNL character on Sprockets of "Touch my monkey" fame. That's me. The gal on a diet. And so far so good. I followed the instructions pretty much to a T yesterday. Since I don't know the meaning of a balanced meal, I sort of winged it for dinner. I made a chicken breast quesadilla on whole wheat, soft taco sized tortillas, a 1/2 cup serving of black beans, and about a dozen slices of cucumber seasoned with salt and pepper. Washed it down with an Arizona Diet Green Tea and called it a night as far as eating goes. I also did just as I said would and went on a 45-minute, brisk walk right after work. Gawl dangit I love me some fall weather. Frankly, I can't think of anything better.
You may be asking how I could take a walk after work if I have class on Monday nights. Well, Vehicular is being troublesome and costly. For about a week now she's been making popping sounds when she turns or goes over rough terrain (a.k.a. bumpy streets, not off-roading). I didn't want to chance being stranded out in the dark, agricultural fields of Camarillo, risking confrontations with wild beasts such as coyotes and/or independent bunnies so I didn't go. Sue me.
This morning I'm off to a great start. Woke up at 6 a.m. and did my 40-minutes of DVD exercise. Had my cereal and a banana. Dropped off Vehicular. And now I'm at the office. I guess I should gt to work. What a novel idea, eh?


No, Not Ketamine

Today is day 1 of a 14-day Special K Challenge. Apparently, by the end of this 2-week period, it is rumored that I will go down a jean size and/or approximately 5 pounds. Awesome. So here goes:

Bowl of Special K (any variety) with 2/3 cup skim milk and fruit (or I think it was a Special K frozen waffle if you aren't feeling cereal. I have no waffles.)
Another serving of cereal or a Special K Protein Meal Bar with fruit
Eat dinner per usual (unless you're me and think "usual dinner" is an entire medium pizza)

Fruits and veggies for snacks
Beverages per usual (though I assume this does not include beer)

2 additional daily snacks allowed:
Special K Protein Snack Bar
Special K2O Protein Water
Special K Cereal Bars
Special K Snack bites

Yeah... by the time I got out of the market with enough food (hopefully) to last the 2 weeks I had dropped a cool $70. For cereal. Hardly seems right. In addition to this crash diet, I will also be walking for at least 45 minutes in the evening and attempting to do the Crunch Super Slimdown Pilates Yoga Blend DVD a few times a week in the mornings. That is quite possibly the most intense 40 minutes I've ever had on my living room floor... I mean, except for that one time...


Birthday Wishes Haiku Friday

Happy Birthday, Buzz
Hope your day is fantastic
The Big Thirty Three
Visions of golf games
Sinking with the pink putter
Damn I'm good, right, Guns?
Wish you R&R
Watching football with a beer
Something on the grill


Snack of the Week

Pringles Select Szechuan Barbecue Rice Crisps
Randi tasted. Randi approved.
Yum. Yum.
Go get you some.


My Last Dodger Game

View of Heaven
Gerg, fiancee Vanessa and the Dodger Dog
Me & Buzz On The Way Out. Scoreboard!

Cirque Du Soleil Corteo


Funny Bunny

Happy Hump Day!
The other day HLP mentioned that there were free bunnies in her neighborhood. I hear "free" and my ears perk up because I'm always on the lookout for a bargain. Apparently the look on my face expressed that because she got really serious and told me "As in independent, not money." Boy, did that get me going. Independent bunnies. Have you ever heard such a thing? They have a job. A car payment. They pay rent. They don't need anyone. Or maybe they can't decide if they're Democrats or Republicans. I guess my question is, what's wrong with HLP? Wouldn't one normally say that those bunnies were "wild" or "feral?" Nope. They're independent. Independent bunnies.


The Baconator

What it should look like How it actually looks

Six strips of hickory smoked bacon piled high atop two 1/4 lb. patties of fresh, never frozen, beef. Complete with two slices of American cheese. The Baconator is 830 calories all by its lonesome. Holy shit. I totally ate it. And the fries. And washed it down with a coke. I can never, never complain about being overweight again if this is what I consider acceptable behavior. However, I will claim that I ate this for scientific purposes only and that it will be my first and last Baconator. Good Lord. No wonder the world is full of fat asses.

TMI Tuesday

1. Early bird or night owl?
I really don't think I qualify as either. More of a mid-day sort of gal. If given the choice I'd stay in bed until I was ready to get up and I'd go to sleep when I was ready to go to sleep. No matter what the time. I am capable of getting up at Oh'Dark Early and am able to stay awake until the sun rises. I just generally don't.
2. If you could only be one, would you rather be smart or good looking?
Smart. Good looking is temporary but smarts tend to last a long time. Unless, of course, you have a debilitating case of Alzheimer's. Then it's a whole other ball game.
3. Do you gossip?
Seriously? Everyone gossips. If they didn't, the tabloid business wouldn't be thriving, half the websites in the world wouldn't exist and we wouldn't have anything to talk about.
4. On a scale of 1-10, how adventurous are you? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest)
I'm willing to try anything once but I have my limits so I guess I'd give myself an 8.
5. On a scale of 1-10, how good a kisser do you think you are?
Have you seen these lips of mine? My tongue can touch the tip of my nose. Perfect 10, bitches.
Bonus (as in optional):What do you consider the biggest turn on out of the following? a) lingerie b) movies c) toys d) role playing e) leather f) none of this does anything for me
I'd probably pick movies but the biggest turn on for me is chemistry. If I'm not with the right guy, nothing can get me going. If I am with the right guy, anything can.


Weekend Wrap-Up

  • Dodgers beat the Giants on Friday night. Not that it matters since the Dodgers will have no post-season but it sort of does since I hate the Giants.
  • Buzz came and went too quickly but the visit was grrreat!
  • On Saturday HLP and I hit up Cirque du Soleil's Corteo at the Forum in Inglewood. Up to no good. In the 'hood. Gotta be honest, was not really hyped on the idea but WOW. Those are some bendy folks. I'm thinking about dropping down to 90 lbs. and joining. There was a gal that could spin and juggle hoops on both hands and both feet simultaneously. How does one discover that skill? And how does one decide to hone that skill as her craft? Another woman was hanging from a rope attached to the roof of the tent by one ankle, doing splits mid-air, with a grown-ass man hanging from her free ankle doing acrobatics. All in all, pretty amazing, jaw-dropping stuff.
  • Yesterday was E fun day. All day. He's not even one and is capable of wearing ol' auntie out with the quickness. He truly is the sunshine in my life. The love just beams out of him.
  • Did you watch the Rock of Love finale? I. can. not. believe. Jes. won. I mean, Heather had Bret's name TATTOOED on the back of her neck for chrissakes. And Jes? Is 23. Yeah. I see that lasting. VH1 is previewing a new reality TV show called America's Most Smartest Model with Ben Stein to replace ROL in the Sunday at 9 pm time slot. I see myself getting sucked in already.
  • Can y'all effin' bohleave it's October already??? Holy smokes!

Pictures of the weekend to follow.