Monday, November 07, 2011

Halloween 2011

This year, we're doing Halloween right



A carload of pumpkins is always a good start.

David and I actually spent a lovely lunch break in the fall air roaming around, picking out pumpkins. Well, David roamed.  I neurotically darted btwn the different piles of pumpkins, trying to ascertain which ones were The Best.  Apparently, I have issues.

We had our community group over for a carving extravaganza.  Mainly, I used it as an excuse to buy the large box of those Friday's potato skins and not feel guilty. Mmmm

The crew

Jon, carve master
Katie's first pumpkin carving! What?!

Jon #2 - the craftsman
Jon actually required GRAPH PAPER to figure out his design. Seriously. I was very interested to see what was going to happen here.

Sexy pumpkin carving

This is what happens when I ask David to pose


Still at work

 
Jon #1 did two pumpkins
The Reveal!



Mine - I couldn't top the greatness of last year's pumpkin

Jon #2 - graph paper pumpkin

Jon #1's #1

Katie's

Jon #1's #2 - my favorite
The group

I totally made everyone pose
A few weeks after that - we went to a GREAT Halloween party, which produced this little marvel: The Hillbilly Pirate Cake.

Seriously.

I owed him for being awesome, and pompously told him to pick any theme and I would make him a cake. In the future, I will be more careful when I say things like this.

The cake with the Hillbilly Pirate captain himself.

Another thing I LOVED about his party, was that it was My Kind of People, meaning the nerd percentage was pretty high.  This meant that 5 whole people actually knew who I was! I was so excited, especially after toiling with my mom (read: she did it all herself after the first night) to make the perfect jacket from the series.

Do you know who I am? Are you super cool?

Shazam! Nailed it!

I am Kaylie from Firefly/Serenity. Love that series! If you are even slightly nerdy, you need to go watch it immediately.

Shame on you, Matt and Kelly, for not having seen it.  You lost some serious cred.
OF COURSE I made David dress up to match.

Kaylie's match in the series is Simon, who is a doctor.  It was hysterical, becuase away from me, David looks like That Guy Who Didn't Have A Costume.  David actually described himself as 'Douchebag Doctor'.

So, throughout the evening, I would point out David, describe who I had made him dress up as, and got lots of, "Ohh!!" from people, who originally probably thought he really was dressed up as a jerky doctor. It was humorous, and led me to promise that he could have a costume that could stand on its own next year.

It was a good party. So good, even David stayed up til around 3 in the morning. There may or may not have been some attempts by yours truly to play Rock Band for the first time in the wee hours of morning.

The results of this were apparently so entertaining that David, the next day, expressed some desire to buy the game just to watch me try to play it.

I blame whatever that smoking green stuff was that Kelly made me drink. :)


A few days later, actual Halloween occured, and Mom came over to help me hand out candy to the kiddies.

The house:
Entry

Scary ghost!

Spooky Walkway



Front Door


BOO!
More Door Action





Made Koa a costume while waiting on Trick or Treators. He actually wore this for hours without complaint.
Mom with her doggie helpers.  Koa was so great - whenever the doorbell rang, he would wander over to the front door and stand there and let kids pet him like it was no big deal.

The only issue was his eyeholes kept slipping - I definitely heard the 'thump' of him running into a wall a couple of times.




I never noticed how very furry this bat is.


HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!

Friday, November 04, 2011

My Brain is Trying to Kill Me

Sometimes when I'm doing something mundane, like washing my hair, I kind of zone out for a while, and when I come to I realize I'm in the middle of a conversation with myself in my head. Does this happen to anyone else, or do I need to start looking into serious pharmaceuticals?!

This also happens to me a lot at red lights. Except usually, at those, my mind delights in dredging up mortifying moments from my past and replaying them for my horrified entertainment. Like the time, newly married and still very shy, I went to get the mail and came back into the apt, only to see that David had redecorated the entryway in my absence (and it was ugly).  I don't remember the exact words that I started yelling, but it was probably unpleasant with a side note of profanity.  At this, 3 extremely good-looking guys (of course they were good-looking) walked out of the bedrooms to stare at me. I HAD WALKED INTO THE WRONG APT AND STARTED CURSING AT ITS OCCUPANTS.  I probably made some noise not unlike 'glark' and backed my profanic butt out of there as quickly as possible.

And for the next two years, proceeded to take extremely ridiculous measures to make sure I never ran into them again.

Another favorite is the time I met David's borderline-genius father for the first time. "Remember how you slammed your head, unintentionally, into not one, but three different objects in the room?!" my brain screams. " Ha ha! You cretin!"


My life is pretty blessed right now - I have a great husband, enjoy my job, we have our health, and we're slowly turning our house into our home.

So it's going to be a real shocker to everyone one day when this happens to me at a red light and I lose the will to live and roll into the intersection.