neewollah

i didnt get to celebrate halloween this year. which saddens me. since it has always been one of my favorite holidays. (it cant trump christmas - i like presents over candy). i woke up on the thursday prior with flu like symptoms. and lived in quarantine for a couple of days. before retreating to my folks house. to be nursed back to health. exact words from my father. he was so sweet. so since i didnt get to see any costumes (i wasnt too upset about missing the years latest sexy costumes) i found much delight in the photos sent to martha stewarts dog costume contest. take a peek. i dont know which is my favorite. i think untitled should have entered with stan the man in his pumpkin outfit. maybe next year.

http://www.marthastewart.com/photogallery/halloween-pet-winners-2009

recommends

i highly recommend the movie sunshine cleaning. just a sweet little movie about family, life and making lemons out of lemonade. the fact it was only one hour and thirty minutes also impressed me. it seems movies tend to go into 2+ hours more and more. and when i try to watch them on a week night. i stay up past my bed time. sunshine cleaning had happy moments, sad, life lessons, growing pains, but in the end it all worked out for the best.

i cant recommend this movie yet. but i already purchased my ticket to see new moon from the twilight saga. opening night. at midnight. i am imagine mass chaos. me and a million tweens racing to get the best seats. i will throw elbows. i am not afraid to yell at kids. especially if they are old enough to be at a midnight movie on a thursday night. and if they try to ruin my movie watching experience. i will call them out. and everyone will laugh. (probably at me). so pretty much. it will be an awesome evening at the cinema. or morning.

sometimes

• i love nothing more than to be a slug and waste an evening with bad tv
• i wish i can say everything i am thinking, really thinking and other times, i feel like i say too much and that gets me into trouble (usually after a couple glasses of wine)
  
• i feel like a rebel when i dont brush my teeth before bed once in a great moon, now if only i felt like that about flossing, my dentist might not scold me every time i go
  
• i call my mom to ask her dumb questions, even though i could probably look them up on my own, but its comforting that i for one, can call my mom and that she listens to me babble on and on about my problem in silence only to reply with the correct answer, and it is scary how it is always the right answer
• i can go for days without talking to anyone
• i eat food that has expired and i survive
• i would like to complete a true walk-out from a job - to get a high from that feeling before reality sets in that i just quit my job

teaser

while watching tv tonight. a teaser for the 10 o'clock news came on. "she was once a crack addict. now she helps people."

oh come laura (news anchor), I am sure she helped a few people while on crack. although i admit, i might tune to hear more of this story.

F & G

i have found a new favorite show. freaks & geeks. and just as fast as i can get addicted. i have found there was only one season made. good news. there were eighteen episodes for season one. and they are an hour long. gleeee! it takes place in 1980. about high school kids. some freshman. some older stoners. and all the fun that happens during that time of your life.

my favorite parts of the shows are the family discussions. reminds me of my own home life. we had family sit down dinners every night. where we discussed the day activities. we also had family game nights. or movie nights. mandatory. not too often. but enough to make you wish you were doing something else on a friday night.

it also reminded me of my freshman year of highschool. some punk kid in my biology class borrowed my graphing calculator. he then plotted a design of a marijuana leaf. i didnt know at the time how to delete the saved design. and wish i had. when mother borrowed the calculator that summer for her garage sale. she turned it on. and during start up, it flashed to the leaf. she confronted me. and proceeded to ask if i was on the pot. and when i said no. she responded back with: you better not. or your ass will be grass. it wasnt me!

first outing

my first outing with my lil sis went a little something like this. i picked her up for the movies. my phone wasnt working, so i didnt have the directions to the movies from her house. i guessed correctly and got us to the right theater. we watched the 3D toy story movies. thats 1 & 2. i dont know how they expect little kids attention spans to last through both. back to back. i barley managed. the 3D was pretty cool and it had been awhile since i saw them. so after three hours of 3D movie watching. we were driving home. and i saw a small animal dart across the road. before i could react. i felt a thud with the car. i am pretty sure i hit someone's kitty cat. i kind of freaked. more that she must think i am a horrible person. i didnt know if i should have stopped. checked on the animal. but i didnt. lil sis asked if i was okay. and said well i dont think you killed it. you didnt run over it multiple times. ha. good point. she is a smarty pants. i am going to blame it on wearing those crazy glasses for so long. my eyes were not at 20/20.

disco duck

this morning on the radio show i listen to while getting ready. the theme for the 8 songs at 8 was one hit wonders. one of the songs that came up was disco duck. i seriously did not think this was actually a hit. it reminded me of my father. he would use this song to wake up brother and i, in the mornings. usually on the weekends before church. or if we were going on a family trip. and we only leave for family trips at o'dark thirty (or really early - 6ish if not before).

he would get his tape player. set it at the edge of our bedrooms. turn it to full blast. then turn on the overhead lights. which would send us into hysteria. then push play on the most annoying songs ever. he would find such delight on selecting the perfect song to use. sometimes they had themes with what was going on in our lives. but disco duck always seemed to make the play list.

before the tape player came into play. this probably started when brother got to middle school. and i was reaching the end of elementary school. he would wake us up for school each morning in song. if not the military trumpet song used at basic training. he would make up his own words to church hymns. incorporate our school name and what not. i will say they got us out of bed. usually to go chase him. laugh. and put breakfast requests in.

maybe i should submit a list to the radio station. 8 songs that are annoying to hear first thing in the morning. and have dad supply his favorites.