Halloween beckons

It's the most wonderful time of the year!  I love Halloween, and not just because there is a flood of orange and black paraphenalia just in time for Beaver football home games.  Halloween rocks.

A couple years back I did pictures of me and Lawrence in costume and sent them out with 'Holiday Greetings'.  Nothing to rattle my family like stealing their idea of sending an update but including it in a card covered in skulls instead of baby Jesus, and with a photo where we are almost unrecognizable.  Put that on your damn fridge!

This year we are Pirates and Mike was full on in the action.  We did so many awesome shots I had a hard time choosing only FIVE to include in the envelopes (which will be late, since they'll be mailed in the morning).  I'm sporting a black eye, bling, and a leather lace-up bodice, while Mike has a Jack Sparrow wig and a bottle of rum  (mmmm, Jack Sparrow....).  Lawrence of course is too cute for words.

So, another successful season is coming to a close and I am saddened by how short it is, but gladdened that the sales will start soon and I can get those spooky skeleton lights I've had my eye on for half price.  :)   Candy, pretending to be something totally socially inappropriate and it being perfectly fine for Lawrence to jump out and scare total strangers (which he does all year anyway).  I love Halloween.

Kharmic grumblings

I am stuck in a viscious cycle of my own creation.   It's been ongoing for about 6 years now, a full cycle takes about 12 months.

A few weeks ago we entered the go to h-e-double hockey sticks stage (again).  Night before last I had the most horrible, vivid, and exhausting dream that Henry killed himself , ostensibly over not being able to see Lawrence, and then I had to deal with all the drama.  I 'woke up' as if I had never slept and decided it would be better to extend the offer of a visit and let him ruin his relationship with Lawrence himself, no matter how much I wanted to protect Lawrence from his manipulative and dishonest behavior.  I have enough righteous hatred in me, but I lack the pure selfish mean-spiritedness to say he can't see a kid as wonderful as Lawrence.   Of course, like the ass he is, there has been no response to my offer.

I don't want a time machine to change the past, I just want an eraser to take out parts of the present.

Too young to feel so old

My body is falling apart!  Once again I am crippled with back and neck pain.  Good to know that a month worth of physical therapy will buy you exactly 3 months of mobility.  Grrr.  Hurts to sit, stand, sleep, walk, hell it is even uncomfortable to take a deep breath.

Not fair!  I never skateboarded or bungee jumped or did any crazy extreme activties, I'm a bookworm for goodness sake. 

Doctors are no help, gonna have to find myself a black market vicodin dealer...think they take insurance?

Not even worth the dollar

Watched MacGruber tonight from Redbox.  It sucked. It sucked so bad I don't even want to talk about it anymore.

Except to say that Val Kilmer has gotten incredibly fat.

SNL that was actually funny

So, one of the comments was

"Rad, rad, rad.  Rad to the nth power".  This must be an instant geek classic.

http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/blogs/2010/09/jimmy-justin-timberlake-the-roots-a-history-of-rap/

The snuggle factor

A confession.  Lawrence still sleeps with us in 'the big bed'.  Not every night, but regularly.  He considers it his greatest accomplishment of the day if I say "now go up to bed" and he crashes on Mike's pillow.

Mike is a great sport about this, about everything really.  So this morning on the busride in I heard a woman complaining that her 5 year old had crawled into bed with her last night and I began to worry again that there is something 'wrong' with how my little family does things.  A couple years ago one of those advice columns in the newspaper even suggested that there was probably something wrong with a mother (as in sexual deviancy) who would let a child past toddler age sleep with her and her husband.

But its so sweet to wake up with little arms around your neck, even if he is a sweaty blob.  For me it is just comfortable to fall asleep knowing that everything I love is in one room, safe and quiet. Maybe I need to move to some 'less civilized' culture where you can breastfeed and cosleep forever, and the weirdos are the ones who stash their babies in another room to cry it out.

Why there'll never be another Burt

Today I was being lazy, watching TV, surfing the web for plane tickets to NC in February and saw a commercial for some man soap. Didn't catch the name.  The only thing I remember is that the guy was using it to shave...his chest.

Really?  I mean, I assumed the speedo models posing well oiled on the beach did some extra manscaping, but does the average guy buying stuff at Kmart shave his chest?