Thursday, October 23, 2014

Halloweird

Halloween is weird.  It's weirdly marketed and weirdly displayed and weirdly celebrated. My kids have had the misfortune of having the celebration fall on weeknights for the majority of the years when they truly could have made the most out of all night candy binging, and now that they've finally got a Friday night we are all a bit over it.

There are subtle ways to find joy in this weird holiday though, and I realized that I've captured some of this weirdness on my cell phone camera.


What's weird about these is that my friend who knows about inventory thought I was lucky to have found them. They are rare? Precious? Wanna buy some? Sorry, we ate them.

This adult sized ninja turtle big suit is weird. I sent this photo to both of my kids on the eve of their dad's birthday to ask if we should get it for them. Neither responded. When I got home they were disappointed hat I hadn't bought it.

An all-in-one horror kit. What's not to weirdly love?

OH, this doesn't belong in the weird category. But look at my girl! She's in Godspell right now I love her red lips and her jaunty cap.

A doggie costume party. Weird.

Weirdly AWESOME.

sharkdog was a pretty good costume...

But this? I d.i.e. A martini.

back to retail, and a charming airblown inflatable reaper. Weird.

Would it be weirder if the Lab Jar was without Head?

One or more of these humans are weird.

I'm not naming any names

He's going as weird half toofus monster this year, I presume. Can you zoom in on that label on his head? I didn't even notice it until we got it home


Happy Halloweird, you Halloweirdos!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

I've got a list too

So, I read this article the other day: 11 Ways Growing Up Abroad Is Ruining My Daughter's Life

Did you see it?

Well, (although slightly annoying) it made me want to grab my girls and get right outta here and go live somewhere with WAY less crazy making, which leaves the locations WIDE open. 'Cause if we're talking about developed nations that are not at war (let me re-phrase that, since we are ALWAYS at war) don't have a war taking place on their soil, America may just win "the most crazy making" award.

It gets tiring.

But, seeing as I need to work with what I've got (you know, two baby daddies who live here in San Diego and no real way to provide for my girls in some wild, remote location), I've concocted my own list:

9 great things about living smack-dab under the flight path of America's 8th largest city:

1. You can sing as loud as you want in the backyard when the planes are flying overhead and no one can hear you.

2. You can pretend you didn't hear someone if you don't like what they are saying if a plane is going overhead.

3.You don't need an alarm clock, the planes wake you up at 6:30 sharp each morning.

4. Getting to the airport is quick, easy, and inexpensive. You could walk if you had to.

5. You can impress toddlers who are in their "transportation" phase. Man, do they dig watching the planes take off, get close, and then fly DIRECTLY overhead.

6. You have a good excuse to never have a garden party, too loud.

7. The temperature that is displayed on the news and on your phone is the temperature at your house, because they base those numbers on a city's airport (for some reason that I don't entirely understand).

8. You can play that music blasting into your headphones as loudly as you want! You're going to go deaf anyway.

And number 9? Well number 9, is the same on my list as on Crystal Blue's list:

9. She is We are thankful.
She is We are thankful for the little, free things in life. I mean big things, like when it's finally 11:30 pm and no flights are allowed to take off until 6:30 am. Ah, blessed silence.  sunshine and seahorses, like baby turtles and fresh drinking water, time with mommy, bare feet, health, understanding another language, colorful reef, universal friendships and rainbows.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Rocktoberfest

We're lucky peeps, lucky to have old friends far and wide, lucky to have a crucial friend, who hosts said far-and-wide peeps every year.

He calls it Octoberfest, but I like to extrapolate and call it "Bruce's Party". To be contrary. And belligerent.

The next morning . . .

What? We weren't hanging around taking photos during the party . . .

Oh, wait. Yes we were . . . .

photo credit: buzzie

Well, Buzzie was.

credit: buzzie

These peeps all graduated from Norwalk High School -- Home of Pride Intensified -- about 175 years ago. *Way* before Denise and I did. Three years after they did.

buzz
At least we had the youthfulness of the daughter of our illustrious hosts, to keep us from toppling off the edge of the earth.

Anyway. The next morning.

It's nice up there, in the northwest part of Connecticut.

Connecticut is a wee state, but the northwest part of Connecticut is about as far away as you can get from the southeast part of Connecticut, and still be in the same wee state.

We leaf-looked . . .

. . . we're leaf-lookahs.

. ..  and we had a spectacular ride home in the Westy but we were too busy driving to take photos then. Safety first, my friends.

But in the meantime, we got a good dose of Fall . . .

Mistah bonded with Doggie . . .

Aw, Doggie.

And most importantly of all,

Class of '81 rocks.