Can't and Won't

Call it semantics, but it's a big deal around here. We were raised by a man that knew his grammar. I can't tell you the number of times my Dad corrected any of us, including my mom, about the correct use of can & may, can't & won't, who & whom. He would even correct random folks (which I'm sure really made their day) And now I hear my sister drumming it into my nieces all the time "Mom, can I have that?" - her response "Sure you can, but may you?" Dad would be so proud.

But even I do it. For instance, today - as I was arguing with Scott- he said I can't change my own oil or mow the lawn. I said it's not that I can't, it's that I won't - not when there are perfectly trained individuals that can do it for me and save me time and messing up a manicure. That's simple right? But somehow he has trouble with it, somehow he figures because I won't I can't - this from a man who hasn't bought his own underwear in 17 years (I think he literally can not buy his own clothes any more).

And as annoying as I find it to be the only one shopping for my husband's clothing, that really isn't the problem I have (well, maybe it's not a problem yet, but it's got all the markings of one). At yesterday's appointment with the oncologist we were told that my mom is technically "cured" as far as the breast cancer goes - the tumors have been removed and everything looks good, but (come one, you just knew there had to be a but right?) she still has a 40% chance of the cancer reoccurring in some way shape or form. The next step is to give her some sort of protein therapy that does some magical cancer disappearing act on this particular type of cancer and her risk of recurrence goes down another 15% to 25% - so yay that's good news. The number gets even better, down to an 18% (I recall the number being smaller, but my sister and mother think it was 18%, which is another reason why I thought it was a good idea to bring a tape recorder but was voted down, but I digress...) chance of recurrence if she does the recommended course of chemo.

So what's the problem you ask? The path is clear, mom should go the distance with chemo and the protein therapy and reduce her chances of recurrence as much as is possible right? Apparently not.

I just got a call from my sister asking what I think of mom not doing chemo - saying that she just didn't want mom to have to go through all the bad stuff for 7%. She said she just doesn't think mom can do it. And while I like to agree with all the quality of life issues, I find myself in this place where I simply can't bear to think of a 7% chance of losing my mom. So how do I tell my mother - my snarky, sarcastic, uppity, non-compliant, but I can't imagine the earth without her mother - that I simply can't and I won't allow her not to make that extra 7% happen?

Current Music: Restless - Alison Krauss & Union Station

This Might Get Me Fired

Dear Boss,

Thank you for ruining my weekend.

Why did you have to call me yesterday to ask such and inane and condescending question? What is it that makes you think that I don't do my job correctly and that you need to call me on my day off to ask me about it? Thanks for calling and making me so mad that I screamed at the top of my lungs in frustration - upsetting my cats, dog and husband. Thank you for making me so mad that I have stewed on it all weekend.

I have worked for you for three and a half years and I have sold a lot for your business, I've made you a lot of money. And yet, somehow you've now decided that I can't do my job. Just because the economy is bad does not mean that I am not doing my job, perhaps people are just not buying they way they used to.

Do you think that I am secretly telling them to buy elsewhere? That I am sabotaging your business? I ask you, what good would that do me?

But you call on a Saturday, asking why I didn't get back to some one and do I have the email to prove that I sent the files. The answer is this I didn't get back to the person because I ran out of time this week, because you were out of the office all week and I had to do your job and my job. The answer is that your wife told me specifically not to work any over time this month, and so I would have gotten in trouble with her if I had stayed the extra couple of minutes to make the call. And as for the email question, if you knew a computer from your a**hole you'd know how to set up my email so it went through the database system and tracked it all.

What have I done to make you not trust me? I've trusted you all this time, trusted you when you said that you would give me a raise (but you didn't), trusted you when you said you would pay my commission on certain sales (but you didn't). I've worked on Saturdays and evenings, I've answered calls on vacation, while I was home in California grieving with my family and if I recall correctly (the day was rather hazy) you called looking for a file a few hours after I had called to tell you that my Dad had died. I've given more than my all for you and you've treated me like crap.

I used to love my job, I loved working for you guys. Now I just want a way out.

Your (previously happy) employee,
Mandy Lou

I Don't Want To

Why is it that at some point (I'm guessing that it's somewhere around puberty - sooner for some, perhaps a bit later for others) we are no longer allowed to stamp our feet and have a big old temper tantrum? I would really like to just throw a big old fit, not every day - just every once and a while. Is it so wrong to not want do something, and just every once and a while say it really emphatically?

Since I'm not allowed to I think I'll just do it here...

I really don't want to go to work tomorrow. I don't want to clean the house. I don't want to shovel all the snow. I don't want to go grocery shopping. I don't want to talk to anyone on the phone or deal with pain in the neck clients or my bosses. I want to sit on my butt and do absolutely nothing - for a good long while. And I want everyone to get over it and leave me alone!

Ok, thanks, I'm feeling a bit better now. Maybe we should do this again sometime.

Current Music: A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley

p.s. I'm not going to apologize for not posting yesterday, I figured that I've already messed up the NaBloPoMo thing - so one more day off isn't going to kill me. And you know, I didn't feel like it - so there.

H8

A couple of my favorite bloggers (you can read the posts here and here) have tackled this issue recently and then a friend asked me to Join the Impact and help protest against this ridiculous proposition. And I'm happy to join in, since the residents of my former home state surprised and disappointed me greatly, I'm happy to take a moment to say "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU ALL THINKING?!".

Are these people unclear on the fact that almost every time legislation has been enacted to revoke the rights of people, that said legislation has been repealed at some point in future? Are they unclear on the fact that our country was based on expanding rights for one and all and not limiting them?

I realize that many people think that it's abominable for people of the same sex to get married, perhaps you think it's against God or against Allah or just against Nature - you are all allowed to have those opinions, because we live in the United States of America. But because you live in the good old US of A you are also allowed to marry that really cute British guy or marry that sweet Asian girl, Christians can marry Muslims, Jews can marry Atheists - in short we have the right to marry the person we love no matter the skin color, ethnicity or religion. So why can't that right be extended one logical step farther?

Many of you may say, well I don't have a problem with them being together, I just have a problem calling it "marriage" - it would ok to call them "civil unions" or something similar. To those people I say, go back to your Junior High school history books and social studies, and re-read the part about "Separate But Equal". Or do you remember just how well that worked out for our country?

And if we really need any help understanding this whole thing, all we really need to do is go back and take a peek at the Bill of Rights:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

It seems quite clear to me, now if only I can manage to convince the rest of those people.

(Take a peek here to see where it all started and then head over here to join in!)

Current Music: Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow - Amy Winehouse

Another Open Letter

Dear Bosses Wife,

Do you find it fairly hypocritical that you told me I should wear a tank top under my shirt because my bra was showing?

Seeing as how you are the one that usually has your bra strap showing. Not to mention the low cut tank tops that you wear at least once or twice a week (and that your boobs regularly fall out of). I realize that your husband is a "boob man" (it might be why I got the job) and that you mostly just work in the back and don't see clients, but is it really fair to say that I should cover the gap in my shirt?

I will grant the fact that the shirt was a bit tight and I could have made a better bra choice, I will also grant that we are "friends" (in the loose work sense) and maybe you thought you were being helpful. But I still say you're a hypocrite.

Thank you for your time,
Irritated well-dressed Employee.

Current Music: Amy Winehouse - Fuck Me Pumps

We Interupt Your Regular Program...

It's a wonder that I can ever get anything done around here.

I got into the office at 9:30am and I have been interrupted no fewer than 12 times for totally BS things. It's now 1pm and I've gotten nothing done (not to mention the crimp that it's put in reading my personal email and blogs, etc.) - and I have to leave at 2:45 for my appointments.

Of course I have a ton of stuff to do to get out of here on Sunday and a bunch of appointments too. I guess I'm going to have to be in the office a bit tomorrow! So now the question is when am I going to pack?

Current Music: These Streets -Paolo Nutini

It's Baaaacckkkk

You know how I said that I was excited that Scott had managed to get the AC into the house and we weren't going to have to sweat our asses off. I was wrong - I've decided I'd rather sweat. Now I know that most normal people really wouldn't want to sweat to death all summer long, but I'll take that over the noise.

In general, Summer is a noisy time around here. First you get your thunder storms; then there are all the lawn mowers, weed whackers and leaf blowers; of course there are all the boats up and down the river (we live right along the no wake zone, so it's really loud!). But the worst part is our stupid Air Conditioner, well and the fans too.

All night and every night of summer I have to listen to the fan going constantly and the AC cycling on and off. I basically sleep deprived from June to September. And that's just at night, during the day I have to constantly raise and lower the volume on the TV/iPod/telephone, you know anything I'm trying to hear.

And let's not forget going to work, where I sit directly beneath an AC unit all day. If I'm lucky I can hear myself think, but I definitely can not hear anyone that calls, or the intercom or even some clients when they come in the door.

Current Music: I don't know, I can't hear...

P.S. SATC was awesome! I haven't been the most avid watcher of the show - I always liked it, but I never watched it religiously; but it sure was a good movie. I'll agree, there were a few outfits that were, well even for SJP they were a bit much; but over all v. fun. The plot was good, and clear enough for a non-watcher - and the ending was good. All in all, two thumbs way up.

Yeah, I Guess So

Well I guess I'm doing NaBloPoMo! Since I feel the crushing need to post, I think it's safe to say that I've "committed" to it.

Speaking of being committed, I don't know how you folks with kids do it! I've had these kids for a couple of days and I'm already going nuts (hence the short posts). I came in the door tonight and promptly got yelled at by three people - usually it's one person and a couple of cats, (somehow the dog never gets mad at me).

When we first agreed to take care of the kids (months and months ago) I thought it would be easy - two adults against two kids, can't be that tough right? So very wrong. It's hard work and I have a new found respect for you moms out there.

But it's late and I'm cranky and tomorrow is another day - maybe it will be better.

Current Music: I Wanna Be Sedated - The Ramones

Need Sleep

Does 11:30pm seem a bit too late to work on a Harley? I say yes, but perhaps I'm in the minority?

I'm already working on 4 hours of sleep and I need to go to bed, but now I get to listen to some red-neck jack-ass play with his toys.

I still haven't committed to the NaBloPoMo thing, so just consider this a random rant...

It's Never Been Done Before

Never in all my born days have I seen something like this. Well, not to this impeccable level of care and detail. There has never been anyone on earth who has done such a spectacular job... of cleaning the bathroom.

Apparently that's what I was supposed to say, anyway.

I came home the other day and Scott announced (with all due pomp and circumstance) that he had finally** cleaned the bathroom. I said "thanks" and went on my merry way - unloading groceries, changing my clothes and cooking dinner. He sat down and read a book for a bit, then the following conversation happened:

Scott: Well did you even look?
Me: Look at what?
Scott: The bathroom, did you look at the clean bathroom.
Me: No, is there something special about it, aside from it being clean?
Scott: Yeah, I really cleaned it. I mean really, I even wiped down the baseboards.
Me: Wow, it must be cleaner than ever. (Do you sense the sarcasm here?)
Scott: Well it's just really clean and you should go look at it, that's all.

Later I went to inspect his handy work. The bathroom was indeed clean, no cleaner than I leave it, but nice and clean. Then I noticed a few minor details...

1. He only cleaned one of the bathrooms, the one he uses.
2. There is no way he could have washed the floor - the mop was dry, the swiffer was still in the closet and I know he didn't do it by hand.
3. The shower was still dirty.

So I guess what I'm saying is if anyone would like to see a really clean bathroom, they should not come to my house.

Oh and in case you were wondering, the vacuum cleaner is still sitting in the middle of the dining room, in homage to all the hard work he did last time he "cleaned" the house.

Current Music: Scotty Doesn't Know - Lustra

** When he says finally he means because on my one day off in the last two weeks I should have cleaned it. When I say finally it means, he's been home for almost two weeks and it's taken him this long.

How Many Licks Does It Take?*

My house is a serious mess, but I haven't had time to clean it - and when I have had time I've been so tired all I want to do is sit on the couch and watch TV or read a book. I know that the house is past gross, but I'm past caring recently.

So when Scott told me that he was going to be home all week I thought, "Great, the house won't get clean, but maybe he'll do some laundry or clean up his mess on the table". Well, that hasn't been the case, all week I've come home to piles of laundry, dishes in the sink, etc. Until today...

I just got off the phone with Scott, he said that he couldn't stand another minute in the dirty house and he was in the midst of cleaning the house! Holy Mary, hell has actually frozen over!

So now we know the number of days my husband can sit around doing nothing in a filthy house before he has to clean it is 4. (May I throw in a snotty comment that if I had taken a week off and the house wasn't clean by day one that he would have started in on the snide comments by day two.)

* Alternate title is How Gross Can My House Get Before My Husband Will Clean?

Current Music: Housework - The B-52's

**UPDATE** Got home at 6 to find out the "cleaning" meant that he had vacuumed. Yep the house sure is clean...

Open Letter

To the Angry Lady in the Cosmetics Isle in Target:

If your daughter is going to throw a full on temper tantrum (throwing herself down on the floor, kicking and screaming, serious slobbery crying) in Target, then she is not old enough to wear make-up. You should not be trying to reason with her about why she doesn't need the loose powder that she wants to buy. You should not be yelling that the lip gloss she thinks she wants to buy is really concealer. You should be telling her that she isn't old enough to have any of it. You should be telling her that she is way past the age of full blown temper tantrums. And then you should take her home so that the rest of us can shop in peace.

Thank you,
Irritated Lady Trying to Buy Mascara

Current Music: Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5

Let's Take a Moment

Let's just take a moment and ponder the following:

1. Today Scott took the day off, played basketball, got his hair cut, played video and watch TV.
2. Yesterday I worked from home all day.

So why is it that I get a ration of crap for not doing the laundry yesterday and yet somehow it's more than enough work to "sort" a basket of laundry today? How is it ok that I work two jobs (alright that's a bit much - one full time and one Friday night job), and he can take three days off in a week and complain about working on Saturday?

To add insult to injury - my mother sent him a cake for Valentine's, in case you were wondering I got a vacuum sealer bag. Yep, he got a cake, his favorite cake - and I hate that cake, and to make it even worse I actually have to make the cake because she sent the damn thing in packets.

It's good to be the king, apparently...

In other news, NaBloPoMo is doing a "make any month NaBloPoMo" - I'm thinking about doing it. I'm bummed that I'm not posting much, maybe I need a kick in the ass, oh wait maybe that's Scott that need a kick.

Current Music: What a Good Boy - Barenaked Ladies

Primary Day

It's primary day here in Michigan and I have no idea who I'm going to vote for. Normally I'd vote democratic, but a fair number of democrats aren't on the ticket here (they decided to protest Michigan changing it's primary date by staying out of the state - sounds fairly dumb to me, but they didn't ask me.). And since the democrats are likely to chose someone fairly un-electable (as much as I would LOVE to see a woman or black president I just don't think the bulk of America is going to go for that), I thought I might look at the republicans, but then that scares the heck out of me.

Even if voting republican didn't scare me, their candidates would. Really there's just no way I can vote for someone named "Mitt", I thought well maybe it's short for something, like Mitchel - nope. In fact it's his middle name, so he actively chose to be called Mitt - which makes me even more afraid. Then there's Huckabee, Chuck Norris or not - I just can't go there. Maybe Giuliani?

The good new is that I have found the answer - it's a Candidate Matchmaker! It matched me up with who I figured I'd vote for, but it was still fun. And maybe it'll help all you fence sitters out there.

The bigger problem I have is the primary itself - the system sucks. The political season is getting longer and longer as states move their primary date earlier to be more a part of the decision making process. Pretty soon we're going to begin the primaries right after the Presidential elections are held - four years of campaigning - sweet!

I have a couple of ideas on how to solve the primary problem:
1. Go smallest to largest - makes the little guys feel important and the big guys still hold the power (and you could do it by electoral votes or by geographical size, though Alaska and Montana might goof that up).
2. Go in alphabetical order - it works in High School and since that's about the level of emotional maturity we've got, well...
3. Go by date admitted into the Union - also insanely fair, first in, first to vote! Though it would sort of suck to be Alaska and Hawaii.

I guess that's the list for now, but I'll keep working on it - I'll just sit here, finding ways to make America a better place to vote.

Current Music: The Suggestion Box - Aqueduct

Fake Happy

Some days I really hate my job, most days it's fine - but today is one of those hate-it days. Of course I kind of hate everything right now, but I'm seriously hating my job today. And the funny thing is that I'm not hating the job itself - I'm hating having to be happy. It's the one aspect of my job that kills me.

If I wake up on the wrong side of the bed I don't get to crawl into some cubicle and take it out on my keyboard, I've got to plaster on a fake smile and be fake happy. I have to answer the phone nicely, I have to listen patiently to clients, I have to pretend to give a crap about what they are saying when all I really want is to be under the covers with my tivo remote and and a cup of tea (well maybe something stronger, but...).

So here I am, putting on the happy Mandy Lou show - and hating every second of it, counting down the minutes till I can get out of here.

Current Music: I Hate Everyone - Get Set Go

A Litlle Bit of Everything

Ok, if I could just start with a bit of a rant. I would like to know why I am expected to come home from work and make dinner ever night, but somehow Scott doesn't have to do dishes every night? I came home to three days worth of dishes in the sink - I couldn't even make dinner because I didn't have any clean pans! And I really hate having dirty dishes in the sink. He gets all pissy and surly if I don't make dinner in a (which is a whole other topic) and yet can't manage to find time to do the freakin' dishes!

Ok, I'm better now. On to the Q&A - obviously I was a bit too vague with the 100 things, and inquiring minds want to know. So here's more detail for y'all:

Laura
George is an insane beast, but she should mellow with age. They don't shed much, but they do have a wiry coat - they don't have a soft coat. Take a peek at the post I did for her b-day - it becomes clearer!

The reason that my Mom calls me "Wiz" isn't for the obvious reason - at the time I had a necklace with a wizard charm, and I was kind of into the whole unicorn thing. So she called me Wizzer or Wizzy or Wiz.

Not sure what I would pick for a prize, but wouldn't it be funny if it was a paper thing?!

KimmyK
The sailboat was moored in a marina that was way out of the way and in a no wake zone so there wasn't much rocking. Periodically there would be someone in a power boat being a jackass, but mostly it was smooth. The bigger problem was storage - boats are not big places!

We kept the boat in Redwood City, CA, where the weather is much more temperate. It's not like back here where you have to pull the boat out of the water in winter.

Katie
I'd love to like coffee - I love girly coffee drinks like lattes and cappuccinos and I love the smell of coffee, but I just don't like plain coffee.

Did you know that the Grey's website has a whole music listing by episode? Oh yeah, I am that addicted! I check out the songs then down load them - it's awesome!

Scoobers and KimmyK
Glad to hear that others don't do the checkbook thing! I felt like a bit of a looser writing that, but I'm feeling better now :-)

Ok that answers everything I think!

Also, an update on the wine thing, I met with the guy and I may do it! The deal is this, they need someone to do wine presentations in the restaurant. That means bringing the wine to the table, opening it, etc. Also talking to people about the wines or helping them pick up the right wine to go with their entrees. So it sounds interesting - it would only be weekends, so maybe it'll be cool. Anyway - I'm meeting him again on Monday, so I'll no more then.

Just one more day to go - take that NaBloPoMo!!!

Current Music: Happy Endings - The All-American Rejects

Eeeeewwwwww

Creepy-Gross Stalker moment!

Wait, let me set the story up right...

Friday night was our Girl's Night Out. As seen in the picture, there was a fair amount of drinking involved. We started off with dinner and Mojitos then we walked to a really fun (and very busy) tiki bar for the rest of the evening. We were into our first round of cute umbrella drinks when we finally managed to get a table. The table happened to be on a long bench, and there were other tables along the bench - we had been hoping for a booth, but on a Friday night you take what you can get.

A couple of guys were sitting at the next table over, so we stuck the single girl on the end (the rest of us are married so we sacrificed her!). As the evening wore on, they joined our party - it was fine, they were fun enough and a couple of them were single, we were all feeling no pain and enjoying the evening. Later in the evening the married guy starts hitting on me a bit - nothing I couldn't handle, but eew! I mean I'm married, he's married and he wasn't even close to cute enough to get over either of those hurdles. So I head out side for a bit, try to get a little fresh air and get away from him - and end up getting hit on by the bouncer! At that point I went back in and kicked my sister out of her seat so I wouldn't have to fend off the creepy married guy or the bouncer for the rest evening.

Not long after, (around 1 am) we called my brother-in-law to pick us up, it was getting late and all the drunk guys were getting a little hand-sy. As we're leaving, all the guys were asking us to stay and for our numbers - so I gave one of them my card. I figured, I'd be home in Michigan before any of them realized that I didn't live in the state!

So here's the creepy-gross part - I get in to the office this morning and my boss says there was a message for me from a name he didn't recognize (we both work with most of the clients here - so he usually knows the names). After staring at the name and number for a bit - I realize that it's the creepy married guy calling me!!! Yuck! Not only did he take my business card from his cuter single friend, but he actually called me here.

Feeling all kinds of gross now - I'm heading home to take a shower.

Special Musical Treat: (cause it's just sooooo very appropriate!):

Sick, Whiny Boy

I seriously hate it when Scott gets sick.

Apparently when he was young his mother managed to make the earth stop spinning and time stand still if he got as much as a sniffle. Because that's exactly what he expects me to do when he gets sick now.

Usually he wants me to stay home and take care of his whims. When I do go to work (which is purely for his safety) he calls 27 times asking me to bring home any number of random things (more cold medicine, a new book, cookies, "something fun" - grr). Once I get home it's umpteen-million requests for "something to drink, my throat hurts" or something to eat. I was unaware that the common cold had such a devastating effect on the man's legs.

Now I was raised by a different type of mom. You pretty much had to be near death to get out of school, and if you were that sick well then you were going to the doctor as well. My mom's response to a cold is to give you the right medicine and some tissue and send you packing. If I get a cold I get up in the morning,take my medicine and go to work (I do try to quarantine myself so as not to infect everyone).

Many of my married friends say that their husbands behave similarly when they fall ill. So that makes me wonder - is this a nature vs. nurture thing? Does it depend on the early parenting?

To answer the question we have a case study - JJ. He is 5 years old and consistently blows any illness or injury out of proportion. JJ is our dear friend's youngest and only boy. Now M and I have discussed how similar our mothers parenting styles seemed to be, and that her parenting style is very much the same (as mine would be were I a parent). She guarantees that not a lot of babying is going on.

So I think we can say that by nature men (and boys) are big whiny babies!

Stalker Clock says 4 days, 9 hours, 24 minutes and 26 seconds till I'm "wheels down" in Oakland!

Current Music: Shut-Up and Smile - Bowling For Soup

Kindness

"Three things in human life are important.
The first is to be kind.
The second is to be kind.
And the third is to be kind."
— Henry James

I found that quote in Real Simple this month and it's really stuck with me, I've even put it on my screen so I can be reminded of the need to be kind in my day-to-day life. What really gets me is that not only is it very true, but we humans are so very bad at it most of the time.

An example, I got this magazine last night - it's called allanimals and it's a newsletter from the Humane Society of the United States. Reading all the things that happen to animals, I was crying by the time I got halfway through it. Now I know that I have a weakness for animals. I love them, I have too many of them, I feed strays, I brake for ones in the street, I cry when I see a dead one on the side of the road. I think that the animals in our lives make our lives better - that even goes for the wildlife in the back yard.

So as I'm reading this magazine looking at all the cruelty we inflict on animals it makes me wonder how we, as a species are doing. I have a bit of a problem with animals as food or clothing (I'd love to be a vegetarian in theory, but in reality I love my quarter pounder with cheese too much). At least there is some purpose for their deaths. But when I read about Adam the kitten who was set on fire by two girls for no real reason, or Miracle a puppy also set on fire but happily rescued by a Detroit police officer, or all of the Dog Fighting. I just don't get it.

Who does this? Who among us values life so little that somehow it's okay to harm another living creature (I must make a note of my own hypocrisy here, I will kill any insect that gets in my way)? Perhaps these people are sick and I should be happy that I don't have a brain that "gets it". No matter what the reasoning or excuse, it breaks my heart that we can't be kinder - to everything.

Current Music: New Day - Kate Havnevik


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The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

The Good - All my hours of toiling over Pumpkin Lights paid off! We had a record 51 trick-or-treaters and almost ran out of candy (I did have a back up bag just in case). I'm still excited! Oh and my mom is super jealous - that's fun too (shallow, but fun).

The Bad - Of course Scott pouted all night - there wasn't enough candy for him, the kids weren't dressed up enough (he's was right on that one), the dog kept barking, etc. I finally gave up and told him to go to his basement and stop ruining my fun. In the end he was okay with the amount of candy left, plus I promised to get to the store on the way home and buy him some clearance candy (of course he'll bitch later that he's gaining weight and it will be my fault).

The Ugly - It seems like the costumes are a bit lame now. The first group of kids to arrive at my doorstep were, as near as I could figure, not actually wearing costumes (of course I gave them the crappy candy). But through the night it seemed that the best costumes were being worn by the adults. What happened to Halloween? I used to love getting dressed up, I'd spend the year figuring what to be and then the whole month of October figuring out how to do it. Most of the kids I saw last night had seriously half-assed costumes (now maybe that means that they have half-assed parents, I don't know). Whatever the reason, it takes a bit of the magic out of it.

Current Music - I Don't Feel Like Dancing - Scissor Sisters (but I kind of do - could be the song though!)