Halloween Costumes!

So even though some people would consider me too old to get dressed up for Halloween I did it anyway. Not only did I dress up once but twice. For the Halloween party at our house I dressed up as Hermione from Harry Potter.

Accio Candy!
On Halloween Chipotle advertised that if you came to the restaurant dressed as a burrito you would get a free burrito. So I took full advantage of their gimmick and this is the result.

Free Burritos are super yummy!
We finally had lots of trick-or-treaters so it has been a most successful Halloween. Hope everyone else’s was as good as mine!

Trick-Or-Treat

Last weekend Steve and I ran some errands one of which was to get three large bags of candy for potential trick-or-treaters. “We should find out when trick-or-treating is” Steve suggested as he pondered over crunch bars versus twix bars.

“Ummm, I would say that trick-or-treating would be on Halloween night, but call me crazy.” I replied.

Apparently in some crazy Ohio world kids are forced to trick-or-treat not only on a night that is not Halloween but also during the day. This just seems sacrilegious to me. How is it scary to dress up like a ghost when it’s day light? That cool glow-in-the-dark mask you got now just looks white and how will you know if people are home? Their portch light might be on, but it’s the middle of the day so it just as bright out as if it wasn’t. Don’t even get me started on the uselessness of jack-o-lanterns during the day. If the day we go trick-or-treating isn’t Halloween then why even stay in the month of October? It would be a lot warmer going house to house asking for candy in the middle of July.

Luckily for me we live in a rational city that allows trick-or-treating on the correct day and at night. If you live in a city that encourages its children to walk around during the middle of the day, when the people who make the most money and therefore will have the best candy, are still at work I encourage you to boycott their “Halloween” and go back to the original time and date.

This Is It

Last week my final piece of sigledom was unceremoniously sold via Craigslist to a man with a pick up truck and seventy-five dollars to spare. Steve and I live in a one and a half bedroom house. The half bedroom is not big enough for much other then a desk, and the rest of the crap we don’t have room for anywhere else, so this means of the two beds we brought in the house, one of them had to go. My bed lost the coin toss and was the one to go.

My bed was the first thing I bought after finishing college. After two years of sleeping on a futon I was ready for a real bed. I spent the most of the money that I had managed to save while working during college on my brand new box spring and mattress. It seemed like it was an adult purchase and I was so proud of it. I bought my bed and now I was going to lay in it.

Now it’s someone else’s and I have no way out of this relationship unless I make my way to a Mattress Giant. If signing a one year lease with my boyfriend wasn’t enough a commitment I am now committed to not only him but also to his mattress and box spring.

SYTYCD!

A few weeks ago despite Kelly and I were both sick and going to be flying out in the next twenty-four hours we loaded ourselves into a zipcar and drove an hour to New Hampshire to go see So You Think You Can Dance! the tour.


The Lion King Dance (one of my favorite!)
I’m not a die hard fan of this show. I watch it when it’s on in the summer but I don’t vote for any specific dancer. If I miss the show I don’t freak out. So when one of the women who I work with (who is a die hard fan) had some extra tickets to the tour and offered them up Kelly and I thought it would be fun.

The dancing was amazing. Sure we had to sit through trite introductions from the dancers but seeing these people dance in person was amazing. I started to tear up a few times. I highly recommend watching the show and going to the tour. I’m getting my own tickets next year.

Come Fly With Me

Saturday morning I woke up early and, along with Paul and Beth, piled into Steve’s car to ride to the airport to fly back to Minnesota. I haven’t had much opportunity to fly with other people for a long time so it was nice to have traveling companions. Once in the terminal we sat and had a nice leisurely breakfast together then we noticed our plane was already boarding and got on. We were lucky enough to all be sitting together in an exit row so there was plenty of leg room. We sat thru the plane ride and read, talked, listened to our ipod’s, and enjoyed having each other around as we traveled. At one point I almost got locked in the bathroom but managed to free myself. At least if I stayed in the bathroom Beth would have noticed I was gone and hopefully would have found some way to free me.

I love traveling with Paul and Beth and would recommend them as traveling partners to anyone.

Three Is the Magic Number

Bad things always happen to me in threes. During my first year of nursing school the week of finals my car broke down, I got mono, and the watch that I had for five years broke. It was hell. I had to go to the urgent care multiple times and with no car, had to beg rides from friends who were also stressed out due to the multiple tests we had.

This time is worse. My grandma died and I am getting ready to go to her memorial service this weekend. I lost my voice and can’t really talk above a whisper and to top it off when Steve went to make me feel-better-soup he discovered that our refrigerator and freezer had broken. I spent the last few days laying around the house waiting for repair. and later, replacement men to come. Most of our food had already spoiled and since I am the one who is around when the refrigerator was deemed un-fixable I was also the one to clean it out. We have no food and all I want is some eggs and toast.

I can’t wait for this three to be over with.

Joan Osborne Was Right

Today while I was walking to the gym I noticed a car stopped at the light had the words “God is my navigator” in block letters where the front license plate would go. I got a bit curious about the person who would be willing to break Massachusetts state law for a statement that could easily be expressed as a bumper sticker on the back of their car, so I peaked in the window. I couldn’t see the driver but there in the passenger seat sat an older heavy set woman starring at a map.

Either the driver got tired of waiting for God to tell him how to get to Davis Square from Mass. Ave and asked his Aunt Gladdy or God is really one of us. Just a stranger on a bus (or in this case car).