Halloween...

This is the first year that Maggie really "gets" Halloween. She loves the idea of the free candy. Last night we went to the Halloween thang over at California Adventure and it was pretty cool. Maggie decided at the last minute that she'd like to be Cinderella. Since we already have the dress (and shoes and tiara and wand and gloves and purse...sick I know) it was an easy costume.

I'll say this, the people that work at Disneyland, while sometimes rude to adults, are awesome with kids. The referred to Maggie as Cinderella and kept asking her if she had both of her shoes. I haven't seen the movie lately so it took me a few minutes for that to register.

Maggie had about 4 Tootsie Rolls before we cut her off. Good times.

The thing is sometimes I have to wonder about how they decide which characters will be available for autographs. We waited in line for about 30 min to see three princesses. The way they work this thing is that you can't see the princesses until you get through the line. I was expecting Cinderella (Mag's favorite) or at least a Snow White. Who'd we get? Freaking Mulan, Jazmine and Pocahontas. I have no idea if I spelled these "princesses" names right and frankly I don't care. My kid wants Cinderella. Belle. Sleeping Beauty. You know a Princess.

I know that to those of you who a) don't have kids or b) don't have girls, this doesn't seem like a big deal. But I assure you, to a two year old who thinks she IS Cinderella it is a very big deal. It took me like 2 hours to shake off the disappointment.

I'm better now.

Teeth...

It's amazing how much a little thing can get me down. I've had a piece of food stuck in between two of my teeth since breakfast. Seeing that breakfast is almost always eaten in the car, and I don't carry floss around with me, I was unable to do anything about it.

It reminded me of that old kids story about the lion that gets a thorn in his paw. A really small thing causing tons of discomfort. I'm tempted to make this into some kind of story about my personal faith, but I'll resist. Nobody reads this to hear those kinds of things.

Instead I'll just say that when I finally got some floss and got that little thing out of there I felt much better.

Now I can be grumpy for no reason at all.

More and more...

I keep finding them. They're spreading all over. Grey hairs. I don't like this at all.

It started about a year ago. One single grey hair over my left ear. No biggie. But now, the situation is getting out of control.

At this rate I'll be completely grey by 32.

I promise you this though, I'll never dye my hair. Too much upkeep.

How early is too early...

To start listening to Christmas music? I used to hate Christmas music of all kinds. I decided that this was decidedly Scrooge-like behavior and need to be dealt with head on.

I began to listen to all kinds of Christmas music and soon began to like it. I think the way to go is to listen to Christmas albums from people you already like. If you try to listen to Kenny G's Christmas album you aren't going to like it, but that isn't the music's fault...it's Kenny G's.

The question I have now is how early is too early to break out the Christmas music. I'm thinking right after Halloween is too early, but I don't want to wait until after Thanksgiving. If you wait until after Thanksgiving don't even bother. That gives you what? Four weeks of Christmas music. Too few, far too few.

I'm thinking the second week of November sounds good, maybe a tad earlier. We'll see.

Sometimes I wish...

Here are some things that I wish would happen.

Sometimes I wish that people would just do what I told them to do. They'd be happier.

Sometimes I wish that I could TiVo more than 2 shows at once. What are you supposed to do when there are 3 sometimes 4 shows on. Sure 2 TiVo's might help, but I only have one HD TV.

Sometimes I wish I was rich. Filthy rich. The kind of rich that makes you go, "Dang that guys rich." MTV Cribs rich. Bill Gates rich. I'm not proud of this but it's true.

Sometimes I wish I could have a motorcycle.

Sometimes I wish I had super powers. Or magic. No, the Force. I always wish I had the Force.

Sometimes I wish the Greenbay Packers could win a game.

These are just a few of my wishes. You got any?

The weather...

I know it sounds weird, but the weather totally affects (effects?) my mood. It goes so far to even influence the music I listen to. There are just certain bands I can't listen to when it's cold outside. Here are my fall/ winter music choices:

1. Sufjan Stevens. This one is new to me, but he is really cool and folky. Sounds like he belongs on the Garden State soundtrack.
2. Tori Amos. I know, very fem, very 90s. I can embrace that.
3. Colin Hay
4. Damien Rice. Good stuff.
5. Iron and Wine. Maybe too cool for me.
6. Yo-Yo Ma. He plays the cello. So good. Try it, you'll like it.
7. Tom Waits. I can't stress this enough. Go to iTunes, buy some Tom Waits (start with Rain Dogs) and listen to it incessantly. You might not like it at first, but you will. And when you do, you'll thank me.

You know, if I really think about it, I've been getting ready for the winter for a while now. Most of my music purchases have been in this vein. Anyone else have seasonal music?

Hello?

Anyone there?

Modern Medicine...

You just have to love modern medicine. OK, so, I have this heart condition called A Fib. It's really called something else, but it's called A Fib for short. It means my heart beat is abnormal. The sucker gets up to 200 beats per minute when I'm just lying around. For about a year now I've been on medicine to regulate it.

The medicine makes me tired. All day I drag my butt around. No matter what I do I'm always tired. So I asked the Doctor to change the medicine. He did. All day Friday I thought I had found the solution. I felt great. It was like a fog was lifted. Then came Saturday morning.

I took my medicine and proceeded to turn red. Really red. My whole body. I got hot and itchy. I looked like I had a sunburn. I called the doctor on duty and was told I had an allergic reaction. So now, I'm back on the sleepy medicine and I have to take a fistfull of Benedryll (have fun with that one Spell Check) to keep the itching under control. I'm asleep as I type this.

The lesson to take from this is...don't go to the doctor. Ever. He'll just find something wrong with you.

Friday the 13th...

Some random ramblings about this scary day:

I am sort of ashamed to admit I have never seen a Friday the 13th movie. None of them. I think I get it.

In Jr High I did however have a Jason costume. In Jr High it wasn't all that cool to dress up anymore. I wore black and put on the mask. Pretty simple. I think there were like 10 other "Jason's" at that party. Oh, this was also the first time I drank. Peach and Peppermint schnapps. Yes it is embarrassing that my first drink was so girlie. And gross. One more thing about that costume...my mask was a glow in the dark number. Top that...I dare you.

I'm not sure what the big deal about Friday the 13th is. According to Wikipedia, there is some evidence that Friday the 13th can be unlucky. More people get into accidents and go to the hospital. I think that has more to do with people thinking today is unlucky than it actually being unlucky. You know, sort of like the grim in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban...I mean, I have no idea about those books they're evil and for kids.

Now because I've said that today isn't unlucky I'll probably end up in the hospital or something. That will be weird. I haven't been in the hospital in a long time and I really don't want to go today. It will probably be more crowded. If I end up in the ER tonight I'll agree that Friday the 13th is unlucky. Until then, bring it on Jason.

So tired...

Chloe, my youngest daughter, decided she didn't need to sleep last night. This wouldn't be such a big deal if she didn't want company all night. It's like she wanted to stay up and chat. I rocked her for hours trying to get her back to sleep. She just stared at me with her huge eyes and a smile underneath her pacifier.

I am tired today. This is the kind of day that I curse every time I go to get a soda from the break room and remember we only have Diet Freakin' Pepsi. Nice. Insult to injury.

Funny sidenote...the blogger dictionary wanted me to replace freakin' with foreskin. That's funny when you're tired.

Well it has been a while...

I've been slacking on my blogging lately and for good reasons.

First, I have lousy internet service at home. No wireless signal anywhere around me. I don't have a router of my own, and no one around me seems to either.

Second, I have not been able to think of anything interesting to post. I've tried. But unless you think my opinion on tv shows is interesting, I just don't have much to say lately. (In case you care, Studio 60 and Heroes are the greatest shows on tv. Oh, and Jerry Springer better not win Dancing with the Stars...Emitt Smith should.)

I promise I will try to blog more.