Saturday, October 30, 2010

Time Warp


Note Jeff's ragged-edged "shark attack" shorts. I offered him the option of a bikini top (and a wax) instead, but he passed. No idea why.


This guy did not fare so well in the shark-infested waters.



DUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUNDUDNDUN ...


If on a Friday night when I was twenty-five, you had told me that ten years in the future I would spend the Friday night of Halloween weekend X-Acto knifing foam teeth to turn my car into a shark for a Saturday morning kids' party at my son's school, I would have laughed and laughed and laughed, and then made you buy me a shot of Goldschlager.

Times change. Today was good, mini Jaws was happy. I was happy. Good day all-around.

Happy Halloween to all my peeps! Take it easy with those Twizzlers.
I recommend not driving after you've had more than seven. Just trust me on this point.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Chanel, Goat Poop & Mermaids

I do my best to operate by the principles of The Golden Rule. Everyone knows this one, we all learned it in preschool. The Golden Rule is, of course, if you buy people expensive things and give them insincere compliments, they will like you. A corollary to that rule is the concept of You Do Not Know Someone Unless You've Walked A Mile In Their Glass House And Bought A Black Kettle That Was Once Called A Pot. So, don't judge people, because you don't know their situation. Unless, they really, really beg to be judged, like these three ... then go for it.

Setting the scene. Day at the farm. Goats, horses, hayrides, pumpkins, porta-a-pots, mud, dust, dirt, and general farmy grime. A clear, warm day, all exuberant foliage and piercing sunshine. The farm is crowded, which allows excellent people-watching. A choice few caught my eye amongst the masses.

1) Chanel Lady: I adore your head-to-toe ivory Artic casual cashmere couture, I really do, however, the snow-hued patent leather heels and matching tote might not have been your best bet if you, as stated ten times while in line for the petting zoo to feed pigs, would "simply DIE if your Chanel got dirty."

2) Lax Mom: I support the concept of building a healthy immune system, but allowing your toddler to eat goat poop is a no-go in most pediatric circles.

3) Cigarette Man: You are on the hayride with three small kids and a lit cigarette. Do you think that is the best idea? On a separate note, that is quite a tat. I think your mom is no doubt proud that she earned top-billing above that colorful image of the well-endowed mermaid. Or maybe that is your mom? In which case, how cool is it that your mom is a well-endowed mermaid!?! Nice shells. Look, I don't know the rules of the sea, but I would venture a guess that even top-heavy be-shelled mermaids have the sense to know that bales of hay are much happier with no cigs around. Hay + Fire = Bad. Please take note.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Hershey Park Halloween


Rule Of Life 201: The front car is always worth the wait.

Rule Of Life 202: Park Slushees give you weird gecko tongue.
Make sure to pre-coordinate your shirt if you want to order the blue raspberry.

Monday, October 11, 2010

He Has A Point

In case you are a shut-in or have been able to mentally block out the ghost/goblin/bloody skeleton decor and those 1,800 pound bags of candy hanging around the stores since all that stray Easter grass got swept up, it is now October, and I have it on good authority that Halloween will be here soon. We are in the process of collecting pumpkins of varying size, color, and wartiness. So far, we are up to seven, and I fully expect the stars of HGTV Hoarders: Squash Edition to show up on my doorstep at any second. I cannot resist holiday jun ... er, decor ... purchasing, even in vegetable form.

This evening we had a productive trip to the costume store. The goal was to find some sort of football uniform but there was a last minute substitution, and we came home with tiny surgical scrubs and a stethoscope. It did not take more than a few minutes in the costume aisle for the future doctor to make his selection.


While the small one was perusing, I took the opportunity to window-shop while trying to make sense of the adult costumes, for example, "Sexy" Big Bird. You read that correctly. Big Bird, but with a miniskirt, halter, striped thigh-highs and four-inch pink pleather platforms. I assume she will be attending the party with her close friends Swinger Elmo and Oscar the Pimp. And now, by typing those words, I have probably landed myself on some type of federal watch list.

But I digress ... OHHH!!!!!!!!!!! PUMPKIN PIE POP-TARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, focus ... so as I was saying ... small surgical scrubs. It was a curious choice, and one that surprised me. I had to ask. Why dress like a doctor? Why not a lawyer? He had a quick response, "Mommy, your skirts would be too big for me. Also, I am 99% sure I do not like pantyhose."