Saturday, November 01, 2003
There are some situations that you'll just sit back and watch... telling yourself, "This is so fucking odd... it's hysterical."
Last night was my family's annual Halloween party... The theme was '70s... there was a lot of booze... draw your own conclusions.
Actually, I only had one beer, which may be the reason I could actually laugh at the entire scene. My aunt (the hostess) was pissed drunk by midnight. She was swaying and slurring her words. It was funny. My uncles, who are loud and fun-loving, were just that.... there was never a moment without laughter, shouting, dancing. By 3 a.m., my aunt was still refusing to let people leave and so, we began swapping wigs. This just resulted in more raucous laughter. When the night was finally over, I collapsed in my bed, exhausted. I barely had enough strength to change out of my costume.
Incidentally, my costume was probably the most well-received by everyone who saw it. I'm glad... I've spent too many Halloweens with stpid looking costumes. This costume consisted of a $1.50 polyester shirt, $2 polyester pants and $.75 bee eye sunglasses... all from the Salvation Army. The shoes are white Chuck Taylor knock-offs from Dollar General. And the wig (which was purchased for a costume a couple of years ago) was held on by a terry head band, also from the Dollar General. Overall, the costume cost about 10 bucks. That's not including the wig, which was 50 bucks, if I can remember correctly.
I volunteered to host next year's party.... Oy. Anyway, it was a good Halloween.
Last night was my family's annual Halloween party... The theme was '70s... there was a lot of booze... draw your own conclusions.
Actually, I only had one beer, which may be the reason I could actually laugh at the entire scene. My aunt (the hostess) was pissed drunk by midnight. She was swaying and slurring her words. It was funny. My uncles, who are loud and fun-loving, were just that.... there was never a moment without laughter, shouting, dancing. By 3 a.m., my aunt was still refusing to let people leave and so, we began swapping wigs. This just resulted in more raucous laughter. When the night was finally over, I collapsed in my bed, exhausted. I barely had enough strength to change out of my costume.
Incidentally, my costume was probably the most well-received by everyone who saw it. I'm glad... I've spent too many Halloweens with stpid looking costumes. This costume consisted of a $1.50 polyester shirt, $2 polyester pants and $.75 bee eye sunglasses... all from the Salvation Army. The shoes are white Chuck Taylor knock-offs from Dollar General. And the wig (which was purchased for a costume a couple of years ago) was held on by a terry head band, also from the Dollar General. Overall, the costume cost about 10 bucks. That's not including the wig, which was 50 bucks, if I can remember correctly.
I volunteered to host next year's party.... Oy. Anyway, it was a good Halloween.
Mikey was being stupid at 10:18 PM ::
Thursday, October 30, 2003
It's 5 am and I'm still awake. Over a week ago I attempted to change my sleeping pattern. I was in bed by 12:30 and awake by 9. Only two days of cheating on my system, and I'm already back to spending all-nighters reading blogs and flipping through magazines.
Today my mom came over to help out with some house work. She's like that. She'll decide that we need a hand in straightening up and donate a day out of her life just to help us clean. I love you, Mom. Today, she wasn't feeling her best. She's been complaining that her left knee and leg have been hurting a lot and she can barely walk after sitting for more than 10 minutes.
Yeah, it's enough to get me worried. I'm always worried about my mom's health. It's because she has a very small frame and a lot of excess weight. She's exercising now, but she gets tired quickly and it's going to be a long process before she can really make any real weight-loss progress. Still, she's trying to become more healthy and I hope I'm helping.
Today, we watched Dr. Phil while eating lunch. I despise Dr. Phil just as much as I despise Oprah. But my mom and sister are hooked. They want to know how his team of dieters are doing and about the girl who's having the baby on tomorrow's episode. Today's episode focused on freeloaders. Siblings who thought their brothers (in these cases) should get a job, take responsibility and move out of the house. It took every excuse in the book to get my mom and sister to justify the same situation occurring in my family. I don't even want to discuss it. I never win.
After Dr. Phil, I came back to the computer room to sign off of AOL, since I forgot that it was still running. I saw that Albert had left a couple of IMs and a message on the call notes to tell me they were having a going away party at work for Laura. She's the reporter who is moving to Colorado Springs. I arrived in time to say farewell to the lovely Ms. Martinez, who's been with the Star for nearly 15 years. I stayed for about an hour to hang out and read my "work" e-mail.
Today was also payday... which is good because we went grocery shopping yesterday. Spent a lot of money at Wal-Mart. I hate that place... it's never under a hundred bucks. Money's still real tight and I shouldn't be over spending on frivolous things like vampire teeth and fake blood. I promise this will be the last time I indulge in fake blood until next Halloween.
Before we arrived at Wal-Mart, I had to put some gas in the carro. The warning light was already on... Of course I had no cash, except for the spare change in my car. As I was digging through the change tray, parked by the gas pump at the Circle K, a scruffy looking guy with long curly hair under a ball cap approached my window.
He said he was going to ask if he could borrow 50 cents for a hotdog ("I swear that's what it's for!" he said, while clasping his hands together and pleading toward the heavens). But, he said that he noticed I was scrounging for change for my gas, so he understood. I said that I was sorry. After all, I had scrounged out my last nickel to complete $5 for gas. He made his way toward the cabbies gassing up at the other pumps.
When I got out of the car to go pay the clerk and get the pump activated, Kat remembered she had some dimes in her wallet. She pulled out exactly five and told me to give them to the guy asking for change. I made my way to the store front, where I saw the guy dig his hands a little deeper into his jacket. It was roughly 50 degrees and he was wearing shorts and a tee under his wind breaker. "You still need that 50 cents?" I called out to him. He graciously accepted.
We both went into the store at the same time. He asked the clerk how much it would cost for a burrito, but since it was 75 cents, he settled for the hotdog. I paid for my gas with my five dollars in change and went and pumped it into the car. Then we went and spent $115 in groceries at Wal-Mart. Luckily, we had the checkbook.
Today my mom came over to help out with some house work. She's like that. She'll decide that we need a hand in straightening up and donate a day out of her life just to help us clean. I love you, Mom. Today, she wasn't feeling her best. She's been complaining that her left knee and leg have been hurting a lot and she can barely walk after sitting for more than 10 minutes.
Yeah, it's enough to get me worried. I'm always worried about my mom's health. It's because she has a very small frame and a lot of excess weight. She's exercising now, but she gets tired quickly and it's going to be a long process before she can really make any real weight-loss progress. Still, she's trying to become more healthy and I hope I'm helping.
Today, we watched Dr. Phil while eating lunch. I despise Dr. Phil just as much as I despise Oprah. But my mom and sister are hooked. They want to know how his team of dieters are doing and about the girl who's having the baby on tomorrow's episode. Today's episode focused on freeloaders. Siblings who thought their brothers (in these cases) should get a job, take responsibility and move out of the house. It took every excuse in the book to get my mom and sister to justify the same situation occurring in my family. I don't even want to discuss it. I never win.
After Dr. Phil, I came back to the computer room to sign off of AOL, since I forgot that it was still running. I saw that Albert had left a couple of IMs and a message on the call notes to tell me they were having a going away party at work for Laura. She's the reporter who is moving to Colorado Springs. I arrived in time to say farewell to the lovely Ms. Martinez, who's been with the Star for nearly 15 years. I stayed for about an hour to hang out and read my "work" e-mail.
Today was also payday... which is good because we went grocery shopping yesterday. Spent a lot of money at Wal-Mart. I hate that place... it's never under a hundred bucks. Money's still real tight and I shouldn't be over spending on frivolous things like vampire teeth and fake blood. I promise this will be the last time I indulge in fake blood until next Halloween.
Before we arrived at Wal-Mart, I had to put some gas in the carro. The warning light was already on... Of course I had no cash, except for the spare change in my car. As I was digging through the change tray, parked by the gas pump at the Circle K, a scruffy looking guy with long curly hair under a ball cap approached my window.
He said he was going to ask if he could borrow 50 cents for a hotdog ("I swear that's what it's for!" he said, while clasping his hands together and pleading toward the heavens). But, he said that he noticed I was scrounging for change for my gas, so he understood. I said that I was sorry. After all, I had scrounged out my last nickel to complete $5 for gas. He made his way toward the cabbies gassing up at the other pumps.
When I got out of the car to go pay the clerk and get the pump activated, Kat remembered she had some dimes in her wallet. She pulled out exactly five and told me to give them to the guy asking for change. I made my way to the store front, where I saw the guy dig his hands a little deeper into his jacket. It was roughly 50 degrees and he was wearing shorts and a tee under his wind breaker. "You still need that 50 cents?" I called out to him. He graciously accepted.
We both went into the store at the same time. He asked the clerk how much it would cost for a burrito, but since it was 75 cents, he settled for the hotdog. I paid for my gas with my five dollars in change and went and pumped it into the car. Then we went and spent $115 in groceries at Wal-Mart. Luckily, we had the checkbook.
Mikey was being stupid at 5:28 AM ::
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
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We also rented Holes, which was an awesome movie. Shia LaBouf really is a great actor... and yes, I'm also a fan of Even Stevens. And Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo, which we rented too, was hilarious. I swear, you gotta love 80s movies based on break dancin' ...
Mikey was being stupid at 2:42 PM ::
Monday, October 27, 2003
You are... WAIT! - you're none of the Sins you're an Angel!
Perfect, or close enough, and annoyingly so! Did
you always behave so 'just right'. ARGHHH . You can annoy the
hell outta people with your attitude, but no doubt your church is real happy with you. The positive side certainly outweighs the negative, after all, you do chores, are smart, are cute, do charity work.
Least you know what a perfect saint you are. You just make the rest of us sinners vomit. Perhaps you could break the rules once in a while, go wild - Eat an extra cookie or something.
However - congratulations on being the most pure, of the entire human race.
?? Which Of The Seven Deadly Sins Are You ??
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Mikey was being stupid at 11:14 PM ::