Happy Halloween! I’m not a big celebrator of this day, but run with your day those who are. There’s only one couples costume that I want to do, but the both of us don’t want to shave what would be necessary to make it work. We would be a great Picard and Guinan but I don’t wanna shave my eyebrows and he doesn’t wanna shave his beard so that’s that and we are not dressing as them. But we would be awesome.
What I WILL do today is play my Halloween playlist on Spotify. You can click through to it but if you don’t want to, here’s what’s on it:
- This Is Halloween – The Nightmare Before Christmas
- This Is Halloween – Marilyn Manson
- A Nightmare On My Street – DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
- Dream Warriors – Dokken
- Ghosts – Michael Jackson
- Monster Mash – Bobby “Boris” Pickett
- Zombie – The Cranberries
- (Don’t Fear) The REaper – Blue Oyster Cult
- Monster – Michael Jackson
- People Are Strange – The Doors
- Somebody’s Watching Me – Rockwell
- Werewolves of London – Warren Zevon
Do you have song(s) that I should add? The playlist always has more space.
Can you believe that tomorrow is November already?!?! This year really flew by. I feel like once we hit November, the year is pretty much over. It all just mashes together from Thanksgiving to my birthday to Christmas and New Years Eve. None of those things really get a big celebration from me. Especially the putting up of the tree come Christmas. I just…ugh. But you know what? I have a job and I might splurge and buy myself some Christmas spirit, aka BUBBLE LIGHTS! These were a staple of the tree when I was a kid. What are bubble lights? Whaaaaaaa? These beauties:
Then, if I wanted to go full on with annoying my hubby, I would find the other thing that our Christmas tree always contained: the chirping bird.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! They have this mofo at Target. I can get it AND get 5% off with free delivery. Did I just catch the Christmas spirit? Perhaps, lol. Yes, that’s how I am about things. It’s either balls to the wall or fuck it all. Probably why a lot of things don’t get started or finished, but hey, nobody’s perfect.
I have more thoughts but the rest of them have no cohesion so I won’t bore you with them. But if you’re just dying to know what’s rattling around in my head this morning, it looks like this:
Close to getting that split on both sides, should I do something for my birthday, should we do something for NYE, start writing the book tomorrow, 142 days till vacation, that should be enough time to lose 10 more pounds.
And with that, I’m outta here to do do work. Have a great day and don’t eat too much candy!
Lookie here. I started this post at like 9 this morning and here it is 4 in the afternoon and I’m just getting to it. And do you know why? Because WORK! And this time, that is not a complaint.
I’m on day 8 of this gig and the training wheels are pretty much off. They love that I pick up stuff quickly (Me saying that I did was probably one of the reasons that they made me an offer in the first place. Me getting in there and doing it is somehow still blowing them away.) and am willing to just jump in and try to work out what I don’t already know. But yeah, feeling good on a Wednesday, right Randy? Ya ya ya.
So, Friday is the first of the month and the beginning of another year of NaNoWriMo. I’ve been aware of this for probably at least ten years now. I think I’ve started it maybe three times and never done more than maybe 1,000 words. Not this year, baby! This is my year. As much as I hate, and have hated creating an outline for any writing project since all the way back of the days of Mrs. Cocciolone (Mrs. C, if you’re reading this by some odd chance, thank you for just being you and encouraging me to be me. Also, sorry for the swearing, lol.). This is why the grand majority of my writing is stream of consciousness and sometimes doesn’t make sense. I mean, have you been inside my head? Of course not, you’d probably walk away once you were out and never turn back. It’s a maze in there, folks. Also amazing, but a maze too. 50,000 words is the goal through the month of November. I’m going to try not to be all, edit, re-edit, that doesn’t sound right, oh fuck all this noise. I promised myself I would do this one. I have a title. I even have cover art ready to go in my head for which I would gladly commission an artist to put on paper. Do I think it’s gonna be all best seller? Like I’m gonna be the black, female Stephen King of funny? Nope. But it’s gonna be good.
Know what else? I’m exercising and I’m stretching and I’m dancing and I’m gonna perform in December. Song selected. Possible outfit selected. Although I have to actually get it and try it on and make sure that there will be no costume malfunctions. I mean, I won’t get banned like Janet, but still. And who can tell me this doesn’t match perfectly for a country-type song and that I won’t be the cutest mf-er around in this? *cue the Keith Sweat* NOBODY!
Well, friends, I gotta scoot. If you see me all goofing around come mid-November, please feel free to ask me how the book is coming along or how my choreography is coming along. I need a kick in the pants as much as the next person. Til then, peace, love, and hair grease.
Ok, first, just let me say that I wanted to use the Nina Simone version of the video, but it refused to be embedded, so I had to go with Mikey Bubbles. Now, where did the weekend go?
Luckily, the first week of my job wasn’t stressful at all and I honestly don’t really see it ever getting to that point. But it still felt really good to have Friday actually mean something (although not as good to have Sunday night mean something). I do believe we are about to establish a new Friday night routine of drinks and live music which makes me extremely happy. Music more than drinks, by the way. Just no more gator bites because OMG the grease and my stomach just were not getting along. That salted caramel pretzel brownie and I, however, are a different story. We started off strong, but it proved to be too rich for me in the end. *sigh* I guess just give me a veggie tray and let me live my best life.
Do you know how to ruin a perfectly good Saturday? I do. It’s called having to clean your house. Truly, between us, it only takes a little over an hour to clean all 1600 sq. ft. of it, but dang, man, it still sucks. And I just can’t see paying someone to come here and do it. I’m weird like that I suppose. Besides, those are the times to knock the dust off the sound system and hear it all around. You just never know what you’re gonna hear blasting out of our house. Could be DMX, could be mariachis, could be Queen or Metallica or Keith Sweat. You’d just never be able to work out who lives here just by listening to music outside our house. We’re diverse.
Lots of talk about how it was the coup de grace, the big one, woo hoo of sports yesterday with the four major (US) sports having games as well as Tiger golfing in Japan and soccer too. But you know what there wasn’t? Steeler football. And that made the whole day a little more boring for me. My fantasy football team is in the crapper yet again this week because I can’t seem to pick the right players to leave on the bench. Jacoby ain’t do shit but Gardner had himself a day…on my bench. At least two other players did the same and I’m gonna get blown out again this week. It is not my football year. Fortunately, I’m doing better in the basketball season – mainly because it just started so I haven’t had time to stink up the place just yet. Yeah, baseball, basketball, and football. I haven’t ventured into hockey, but that’s because I don’t know anyone doing a league (or if there is one). All that aside, tonight we ride as the house is divided, Miami vs Pittsburgh. They won the college battle, so we’d better win the pro battle. After dance tonight, it’s on!
Well, kids, it is Monday and duty calls. I wish you a great week ahead. Friday starts the new month and time to write a book. Ack! Again, I probably need an outline. Here we go!!
Ahhh, Wednesday. The proverbial hump day. And I am pretty happy that it actually means something again. In case you hadn’t worked it out yet, even though I’m only three days in, I’m enjoying the new job. Everyone is super nice and I have health insurance that I’m not paying an arm and a leg for. You can still miss me with any reason to need it other than routine stuff, but it’s comforting to know that it’s there and if one of us gets sick, it won’t put us in the poor house.
Sidebar: I saw something recently about how people get all pissed off about the thoughts of healthcare for all/government paid healthcare. It said (and I agree and I’m also paraphrasing) that most people were so concerned about how would this care be paid for. The thought process that we are so accustomed to is that healthcare is mad expensive. Hundreds, thousands, millions for various care levels. But we fail to realize that healthcare SHOULDN’T COST THIS MUCH!! The man is pretty much sticking it to us dry without as much as a kiss.
I’m gonna keep this one short today for I have a research project to do and I do love a challenge. Also, not trying to bore the three of you who read these all the way to death. I’ll save that for the book, lol.
Hey Tuesday, how you doing? I’m glad to see you. I’m glad to be awake. Particularly because the dreams of Monday night were absolutely outrageous and not in a good way at all.
I’m sure that over the course of your life, you’ve had at least one doozy of a nightmare. I’m no stranger to strange dreams. Sometimes it’s a full-on nightmare, but mostly I fall under the realm of just weird. As a kid, I used to have a few recurring dreams/nightmares which included:
- Drowning in an overflowing toilet
- Getting flung off the end of the Laser Loop at Kennywood (to always wake up with a headache)
- Being in some sort of haunted house where the only way to escape was to die
Uh, yeah, recurring theme going on up there as a kid. It’s not like I had some crazy traumatic childhood, although I probably started reading Stephen King at an age that most might consider too tender for his writing. Books were (and still are) my friends though, but I digress.
Last night was like a movie, or maybe a TV show, running through my mind. It was disturbing. I killed someone. I don’t know who, but I did it. It wasn’t overly violent and could have possibly even been an accident, but no one was seeing it that way and I was on the run. Sometimes people helped me and right before I woke up, someone acted like they were helping me, but then the people who were looking for me magically showed up. The person who I thought was helping me just looked at me and shrugged. Ugh!
It’s interesting how you can feel like a dream happened all damn night long, but when you look at your Fitbit the next day, it says nope. All of that craziness happened in your head in a 30 minute period. It probably would have made a decent 30 minute TV show, maybe a miniseries because, you know, COMMERCIALS! But I don’t remember it that clearly and that sort of focus will get saved for next month.
Completely unrelated and random, I started taking a probiotic a few days ago in the hopes that it would reduce some of this ridiculous stomach bloat I’m dealing with. So far, kinda? We’ll see in a week. But until tomorrow, I’m off to go do some work.