HALLOWEEN!!

I heart Halloween times ten thousand.

Or, used to.

Now, I'm into it, but more in the "oh-I-have-to-buy-candy-and-do-shit" way.

With that in mind, I had written a "how I made my very boring pumpkins" post.

Then I realized that I probably won't do how-tos very often anyway, so why start now?

I have candy, I have pumpkins, I have zero patience today, so, you know, it should be lots of fun, right?

Suuuure...

PS: LovelyGirl dressed as 11 today. Sonic screwdriver, bow tie and all.
Bow ties are cool.
Fezzes are cool, but you can't wear them to school.

Poetry, that.

Happy Halloween everyone!

Yes, these are the pumpkins I carved yesterday. I had a tutorial written, but I assume everyone can wield a knife and understands the concept of pumpkin carving patterns.

The Story of DOG

I love dogs.
I am a dog person.
Cats are okay (I know, believe me. I have two of them.), but dogs are awesome!

Right now, mine is sleeping on her little pillow that you guys keep seeing:

WTF, Lady?
I'm trying to have a nap!

It cracks me up that she stays there all the time that I'm in here.

She's irritated because...

Fun Friday!

I have nothing important to talk about!

I'm working on the final two posts about the upheaval.
Until then, you get pictures.

Leading up to the end.

When we left off talking about my previous life, my fabulous doctor had discovered the cause of my gastric distress, laughed like Renfield and Rx'ed me some Xanax.

For awhile, things were great. We were going along swimmingly, boss was happy, staff was happy, company was happy.

And then...

Oh, rats!

Riiight -
like I would use 'rats' as an exclamation.

FUCKBEANS! is more my style.

However, that's not what I was talking about.

Happy f'n birthday!

My one-and-only, oldest, youngest, dearest, most terrible, awesome, amazing, brilliant, beautiful jerk-face daughter turns 17 today.

SEVENTEEN!!

I'm almost done here, people! I mean, we're talking less than one year, and she's an adult! Do I get a new contract then? Does she turn into a pumpkin? How does her adulthood work?

WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?!?!

I kid. I also publish letters to her on the interwebs.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is THE date in our house.

It's LovelyGirl's birthday. All regular programming comes to a complete and total stop whilst we honor our beloved daughter with attention and attempt to buy her love with shit she doesn't really need.

However!

A whole week!

Shit, guys.
I know you're all out there wondering what the fuck happened to me and where my amazing, hilarious posts are...

all three of you. There may be more than three, but I'm comfortable with that number.

Also, I feel like three people = me, my favorite sister and OldMan.

That's alright, I guess, but really, you're usually involved in my shenanigans, kids.
Get out. You already know how this shit goes.

Anyway -

Plans!

OldMan has been telling me to find something I like to do and make money doing it.

Here is the problem:

This is true.

However, in an attempt to be like every other stay-at-homer, I've been looking into things I could do. I may have found something, but I'm not settled on anything yet.

At any rate, today we're leaving for a weekend trip to [literally] a cabin in the woods. My sister, her hubby and dogs, plus myself, OldMan and LovelyGirl with our idiot chihuahua and a car full of groceries should all arrive sometime around dinner tonight. Meanwhile, I have laundry and last minute packing to finish this morning before we take off.

Everyone be good. I'll be back next week.

Not that you were worried.

Pinterest

If you're not on Pinterest, you will not understand the post, so for you, here is a picture of the middle of the Golden Gate bridge that I took when I was last in San Francisco.

Isn't it pretty?

For everyone else...

You won't believe this, but...

On Wednesday, I posted this about the good news for Anna.

Did you catch the part about how I hadn't talked to Jim (or, rather, he hadn't talked to me...) since I'd left?

How it hurt my feelings?

How I understood, but was secretly still pissed as fuck that he was being a baby?

No?

Dance party!

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The song is "Soulful Strut".

Yeah, I'm dancing around in my pajamas.

How'd you guess?

Have a great day everyone!

Good news!

I don't remember if I've expressed the worry I have for the staff that I left behind.

It is considerable.

For the first couple of weeks after I jumped ship, the boss was on her best behavior. She made sure that everyone had what they needed, was supportive of ideas and endeavors, handed out time off like aspirin and was generally the 'World's Best Boss'. Unfortunately, but not unexpectedly, that was fairly short-lived.

A Weekend Off

The weather turned nicer this weekend, so the family and I decided (I demanded...) to get the fuck out of the house and make a little day trip to a conservation area not too far away.

It was lovely to be out and about and not just to run errands or get from Point A to Point B. It seems that may be one of the things I'm struggling with. My old life involved me being out in the world and interacting with people. I had happy hours and dinners and hell, even lunches out of the office. Now that I'm not living that life any more, I think I start feeling 'trapped' by my house.

Please understand, I generally loathe the human race and avoid every interaction I can, so being in the house is lovely. But, evidently, I need to walk out the front door more often than I do.

I actually felt really, really good this weekend. I was happy and relaxed and confident. That's not something that's happened a lot recently, so I was quietly grateful. I secretly feel like people can tell I'm irresponsible for walking out on good job when so many people are unemployed. I can feel them looking at me and judging me.

Apparently, that particular brand of crazy is moving on to a different schizophrenic zip code.

I just enjoyed myself.

With my camera!

See? And you thought this was a different kind of place!

WRONG! (Oooh! I just channeled a little bit of Kevin Spacey as Lex Luthor. COOL!)

Here are some of the shots I got. Enjoy.

Or stuff it.

Up to you!

This is a damselfly, not a dragonfly

These are koi. You knew that.

These are pumpkins. They were getting ready for a fall/halloween
thing that goes on for a couple of months.

This pond is the start of a creek that runs throughout the entire area.

That, my darlings is a dragonfly.
If not, I'm sure someone out there will correct me.