|My brain is like the floor of my car...
||[Sep. 15th, 2008|09:52 am]
Random detritus, crushed Diet Dew cans, dried rose petals, more than a bit soggy (the A/C is leaking again. That's for the car. My brain...no excuse) and in great need of a steam cleaning. |
Although personally, I'd rather faire boogers than butt chafe. Where's the Boudreaux's when I needed it?
This weekend I established the "sightedness" of many of my faire friends, having been on site in civvies and in my Virginia Faire/more authentic Renwear Brown. Some of you are color-sighted and some of you boob-sighted, because you walked right by me without recognizing me. I know who you are...
Mens' cologne should not enter a room before them, nor stay in a room after they leave. Men, please remember that women have far more sensitive noses than you do, so if YOU can clearly smell the cologne you are KILLING us. On the other hand, your wife may just be using as an early warning device so you can't sneak up on her.
Personally, I'm not a fan anyway, since my nasal "palate" is so sensitive that I will hallucinate odors. And while not many women are into unwashed, dirty-clothed, man-stink...really, just the natural you is usually just fine with us. If you want to use a little man-perfume and you've never had a woman guide you on how much is enough...ask.
Screw the Collider. I suspect that the end of the world will be presaged by me getting 8 hours of sleep. I finally managed to get to bed early enough, but then spent all night waking up, rolling over, falling right back to sleep, only to wake up two hours later, repeat. I kept falling right back to sleep, but suspect that coming fully awake and alert was not conducive to a good night's sleep.
We've had a local business offer to donate candy to Scary Perry, as long as they can put their name on the candy. Which is very cool, since each house has to shell out $100-$200 to get enough candy to hand out. BUT, now I've found out their idea of "candy" is individual pretzel bags. Am I just a purist, or would getting a small bag of pretzels while trick-or-treating be the sucky? Talk amongst your inner eight year olds and share.
Look, the Captain subscribes to the "once I quit bitching about the weather, I found it really wasn't that bad" theory and it really seems to work for him. I, of course, am from the "I can tolerate anything as long as I can piss and moan about it" so I will say it once again -- for the love of all that is holy, this hot and humid sh*t has got to stop! It made me dread going to faire this weekend. I kept staring at my bodice like it was some kind of torture device...if you could consider a garment that traps sweat up against your body torture. Wadday want, I'm a sweat-wuss. My inner four year old was sitting on the kitchen floor, don't wanna go, don't wanna go. Want to sit at home in front of the air conditioner vent, in a dark room with a movie on, eating popcorn with butter and parm.
But then I get there and someone flirts with me or I share a good laugh or take a sip from Fetch's mug and I'm in love again. Damn it.
Yup, my inner eight year old says pretzels for trick or treating suck big time. She says SweeTarts, Swedish Fish, and Sour Patch Kids are the way to go.
According to Anne, the only things lamer than trick-or-treat pretzels are (1) trick-or-treat raisins and (2) trick-or-treat-not-food-at-all like bat shaped erasers or orange and black pencils. She will make an exception for temporary tattoos if they are sufficiently gruesome. For several years we have gone Halloweening in Old Town Alexandria because our own neighborhood is extremely trick-or-treater unfriendly (5 acre lots, most of the driveways have gates, some of our neighbors are drug dealers, although very upscale ones, some of the other neighbors have large unfriendly dogs to discourage the drug dealers....) Anne knows by sight the house where the "Crazy Raisin Lady" lives. So unless you want to be known as the "Crazy Pretzel Lady" I'd give it a pass.
Agreed. Pretzels are definitely SUCK... though, chocolate covered pretzels would REALLY work for me. Preferably high quality dark chocolate... I'm just saying.
Did you happen to notice how beautiful it is outside today? OMG. Frelling weather.
Yeah... you got me in your RenBrown Outfit. But at least I looked up from the cleavage for long enough to realize it was YOU.
I never thought I'd say this to ANYbody... but you look good in Brown.
"This hot and humid sh*t" is one thing... but for it to be bookended by comfortable, clear, mild weather is the real pisser for me.
My favorite response to the weather was when sunni
walked up to me and we just looked at each other and started to laugh. It's the weather, what else CAN you do but laugh?
Yes, you are a purist, but I think we all are. Halloween is about candy, for pity's sake. When I think back on my Halloween hauls, it's not the rare boxes of raisins that I remember... it's the mini Milky Way bars.
Yeah, have to agree...while it is nice the company wants to donate, has their corporate leadership forgotten what it is like to be a kid and get raisins, apples and/or fig newtons in their Halloween sacks...yuck!
Personally, I think they should donate Almond Joys and Mounds but alas, that is so I don't have to steal them from Skivee this year :-)
depending on how outspoken you want to be, you could point out to the company that if they want their name to be associated with sucky treat hauls at Scary Perry, they can donate pretzels, but that most kids prefer awesome candy. *g*
honestly though? i like pretzels. as a grown-up. ;)
Tiny bags of pretzels? No way. Not unless they come with tiny bottles of beer, too.
I prefer temperate and dry, but I will take hot and humid over cold and windy any day. (Perhaps that's because I don't own any warm Renwear.)
2008-09-15 05:36 pm (UTC)
If I was You...
...I'd tell the Altruistic Pretzel Corporation of American to keep their damned pretzels. No kid on the face of the planet has ever said,"Well, these (insert brand name of whatever random combination of peanuts, nouget, caramel, and chocolatey flavored edible wax coating they happen to be holding) are pretty good, but I'd REALLY prefer a tiny bag of stale pretzels, please."
Wth that as a starting point, can you imagine how quickly Scaret Perry would become "that place that the kids won't let us take them anymore" if EVERY freakin' house on the whole freakin' street was giving those little darlings out? The only sounds you would hear outside are the whisper of tumbleweeds and the odd distant cayote.
2008-09-16 05:24 pm (UTC)
Re: If I was You...from the rocketeer!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM pretzels ...used as packing for a great whopping pile of chocolate, salt and nuts. Or with a sparkling cold glass of Pickle Juice Splash!
Candy all the way. Hell, when I do the annual check-over of the kid's haul, I get offended by the non-candy items. If it's not candy, it'd better be money. And not a couple of pennies.
We have a tradition at our house. Started it the first year we were here, and that was in 1999. We've actually become very well known. We give out full sized candy bars. And we let the kids pick which kind they want. Every year is plain Hersheys, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and random candy bar of choice (we've done Milky Ways, Snickers, Kit Kats... um... others...). Good thing for that Sam's Club membership.