Git Along Li'l Doggies...

it's the end of rocktober. halloween night. the night for ghosts and goblins to come out and haunt the neighborhood for candy. usually, i spend the night on my aunt and uncle's porch in my hometown, passing out candy to all the greedy lil bastards cute lil kids. instead, this year, i'm going trick-or-treating for the first time in probably 15-16 yrs. joe, trish, d, and i are all going with shay. we're the scooby doo gang. joe is shaggy, trish is daphne, d is fred, i'm velma, and shay is scooby doo. we're going to be so cute! i think d's dad is going, too...he makes me nervous. not sure i'm comfy with him going...but he *is* shay's pop-pop and it's not about me!

d is currently out and about, scrounging for a wig and a blue scarf for her costume. i'm velma'd up and awaiting fred's arrival. we're supposed to meet shaggy, daphne, and scooby doo in about an hour.

*update* d just texted me and is on her way home with wig in hand!

by the way...the time changes tonight. we get two chances at 1am. if you screw up the first one, there is always a second chance. it's like that movie, groundhog day.

Let's Pick Another Subject...

so, D and i are meeting Elaine at Zest! tonight for dinner. i'm smokin' hot...h-o-t, hot and awaiting d's arrival so we can get moving. i've got on this new corset-type tank and a lil black jacket. i must say, i'm looking cute.

*flash forward a few hours*

just got home from Zest!...still looking cute, mind you. dinner was fabulous. pumpkin ale...date rumaki...polenta cheese pie...and creme brulee french toast for dessert. fabulous.

had a rough time time following the conversation betwixt D and Elaine...they worked together for years and have much to catch up on every time we get together. the conversation is always interesting...but i have no idea who these people are that we are discussing. that makes it a lil hard to follow...but i am getting the hang of it (after a year of knowing Elaine and being party to their convos).

alright...bed time. trying to tempt D into coming to bed with me...i want some snuggle-time.

Wannabe Fashionista...

shopping. clothes therapy. D's still in bed and i'm fantasizing already about going to lane bryant today. i have a $15 gift cheque and i'm excited to go use it. not sure what i want...i'd love one of those short sleeved sweaters that are really long. that might be a lil too costly, though. i'd settle for a long-sleeved, plain colored shirt that i can wear my new scarves with, honestly. i love fall and winter clothes! i'm looking forward to it getting cooler so i can break out my winter coat. all this clothing talk has me ready to go wake D so we can get going! although, i sincerely doubt she'd like that. maybe i can get her to go to trader joe's today, too. hmm...

Hard At Work...

This is my office nook. I'm so proud of it :)

Bad Dreams...

i had to fight to wake up this morning. i felt groggy. pulled under by the lucid dreams i had all night long, i woke up checking my skin for the cuts and tattoos that i had in my dream. i had carved something into my chest and tattooed my shoulder. all i remember are the words "in" and "sky" carved on my chest. the tattoos were large red flowers with green, thorny vines winding around my shoulder and creeping towards my chest. silly as it sounds, i was concerned someone would see because i tend to wear low-cut tops. i seemed to be especially anxious about my mother seeing the cuts. (she already knew about the tattoos, i assume?) i knew it would upset her, considering my past issues. what a way to begin your day.

Carny Stock...

my grandfather was a carny. during the summer months, he'd travel around with the local fairs and eventually he traveled all over the midwest with carnivals and fairs. he worked the food booths, calling out his rhymes to all the passers-by. he sold sweet corn, elephant ears, funnel cakes, corn dogs... he still knows the calls. if i ask him sweetly, he'll do his calls for me sometimes. my favorite is the racy "girlie show" call.

come on down to the girlie show.
watch 'em wiggle,
watch 'em giggle.
if you are under 18,
you wouldn't understand it;
if you're over 80,
your heart can't stand it.

(is it any wonder a budding lesbian would love this one the best?! i remember picturing the wriggling, giggling girls and wishing i could be there...wriggling and giggling right along with them!)

a few years ago, my grandfather and his wife went back onto the carny circuit. carolyn, his wife, hated every moment of it. the heat of the tiny food stand was overwhelming because of the fry vats and the lack of ventilation. my grandpa lit up, though. he was back in his element. the man is a born salesman...starting with working the carny stands, then selling shoes and suits, and eventually becoming the manager of an insurance sales branch. after a couple of months of carny work, carolyn had enough and made him head back home. i think he got it out of his system. he hasn't talked about going back to work for the fairs lately...but he still does the calls for me sometimes, when i ask sweetly.