hearing: A Trojan commercial
feeling: Sore & Tired
wanting: My kitty

Hasn’t been much to blog about lately. Work is work and there’s good days and bad days. I’m glad to have the Cow gone, but CSM Kim needs to be more assertive and take the initiative. The cashiers shouldn’t be the ones telling her what to do and she should make she she is “Taking care” of us before herself, as our supervisor and that includes not only breaks but keeping up busy and working as well.

I’d been having a terribly hard time to find a costume I liked. I don’t want to be just some Gothic/Dark/Evil/Princess/Renaissance/Thing; I’d rather be something which people can name. I found several online but buying clothes online can be risky because you can’t try it on and don’t know if it will fit and costumes are designed to fit a range or sizes but something which claims to be a small or a size 4-6, will generally run a little larger or smaller because of the range of sizes. So, with it being this close to Halloween I didn’t want to have to send a costume back and not recieve it in time (or only be able to get a refund because they don’t have anymore) or not be able to do a refund/exchange at all.

I found this costume I liked at work but they didn’t have my size and every place online was at least $20 more expensive. Plus, it’s made for tall people. I did find a couple other costumes I liked online but I didn’t like any of them that much and I really wanted to find something here.

Finally, Ashley and I went to Factory Card Outlet since I was having no luck anyplace else and she still needed a costume. Their costumes were okay, better than some places and the prices were decent but I didn’t see anything I liked and in my size. She bought this costume and then I had to practically beg her to go to Kmart, the only other store which might have something that we hadn’t been to.

So we stop at K-mart and head to the costumes section. They had several of each costume but there weren’t all that many and most of them were fairly trypical. However, after searhcing the racks for a bit I found this one and decided to get it. I’d seen it online and mostly I like how it looks spooky and the purplish glow around the wig. As I’m leaving the cashier tells me how all costumes will be 40% off and if I come back before today (eeps), they’ll refund me the difference. Awesome!

So we return home and try on the costumes and, to my surprise, it fits! Not only does it fit, but my boobs look great in it and I can wear my corset (well, one of them) over the dress but under the cloak and look even better. So, I have a costume and I like it, but I’ll have to buy a better wig which is still cheaper than some of the costumes out there.

Today, I was planning to take a walk up to the mall. to buy the wig and have my necklage fixed, when it opened and then up to Mom’s so I could see Floppy because I missed me kitty something awful. )= Instead, I went there after work with Tim because he said Mom had to work so I figured he could drive me back when he dropped Mom off from work.

Samantha was so cute and sleepy looking as she watched Sesame Street on TV. The animals surrounded me and, eventually, Pesky curled up on my arm/chest and I rested my head on her. Floppy plopped his fat ass down on the coffeee table and purred as I petted him and Tim said he weights 53 pounds now. O_O. Holy big kitty. He needs to go on a diet.

Penny showed up to take Mom to work and drop Samantha off at her Grandma’s and as soon as she walked in the door Samantha was telling her about Cole. Awwww. Thye had to elave shortly so Mom and Tim left it up to Samantha to decide who she wanted to ride with and eventualyl she picked Mom and Penny but she wouldn’t get dressed so they put her bunny slippers on her but then she started whining about how she wanted to “stay with Cole.” I love that kid.

Eventually, I got ready to leave with Tim because he needed to stop at the store and I walked Samantha out to the car but she started to cry because I had to leave her and wouldn’t get in the car when she said “Come on Cole.” I hate it when she cries but, hopefully, I’ll see her later this afternoon and she can help us decorate.

I’ll have to finish decorating the inside of the house tonight with Ashe and we should probably go grocery shopping and buy the food for the party. Speaking of the party, I saw both Mel and Tristan last night and invited them but I still have two invites sitting on my deck because I don’t have addresses to which mail them aaand there’s less than a week until the party. Damn. Time flies quickly.

Speaking of time flying – it’s time for me to fly.

Don’t read this if you’re Rian. d=

Today Fernie told me that one of the unloaders at work likes me. It doesn’t really affect me because, afterall, I’m married and in love and all that happy, mushy junk. :)

It just makes me wonder because I’ve never really thought myself of being capable of causing people to like me, somehow. I’ve always seen myself as less than dating material so when people have liked me I’ve been completely oblivious (such as with Ben), have somehow written it off as “not counting” (like with Rian) or have just laughed/shrugged it off (read: as with most everyone else).

It’s come to me that I am (was?) not quite so loseriffic and I am/was dating potential and people can like me. And now that I think of it, I can name a few people who have been interested in me (of course, I have to be told of this, most of the time d=) so it’s more than just of a couple freak-coincidental-accidents when people seem interested in me.

And a little tiny part of me “regrets” not knowing this because I could have “played the field” and not become involved in so many petty internet relationships but, rest assured, that journey has led me to a mighty fine destination. Additionally, I probably wouldn’t have realized any of this had I not realized myself as a “sexual” being, almost wholly due to Rian with whom, by the way, I am completely in love.

Although I didn’t get any sleep yesterday, it was fun. I stayed up after work, talking to Rian and then watching Moulin Rouge. A little into it, Ashe and her cousin Sammy showed up to decorate but first we went to Coldstone, the new ice cream place. The name reminds me of that one mechanical gargoyle from Gargoyles who used to be a real one. It’s neat because they take basic ice cream and then add ingredients, either what you specifically choose or to make a couple flavours and you watched them mix it all up. Yummy, too, but I got it all over my clothes because I was crazy tired. -chuckles*

We headed back here, with Ashe’s dad’s ladder, and tried to set up the string of bats but it turns out that our front porch is mostly vinyl siding and weird metal trim crap to which we can’t really nail, tack or staple anything. We wound up carving out the Jack O Lantern instead and, as we were doing that, Wendy showed up. It was quite a funny scene with inadequate tools until we finally decided on this curved, pointed, kinda spatula like thing, which did the trick, but we still don’t know what the hell someone would use that for. (I only have it because it’s came with Ashley. -lol*)

Mom, Tim and Piglet finally showed up (we actually just beat them home from our trip to Wal-mart, the Dollar store and a liquidator place by about 5 seconds) and Tim helped us put up the bat lights as well as strings of lights and spider webs. Piglet helped us put decorations in the ground and she helped Ashe finish her french fries. d=

She’s such a cute baby. Mom wanted to run to Trig’s to buy supper so Piglet and I walked to IGA to buy M&M’s which, she informed me, are her favourite candy and she made me run with her because the sign was getting closer. She also pointed out the moon and we said goodbye as we walked away from it on the way back.

Later in the night, she said that she “loves Cole” (and her mommy and daddy) which is the first time she’s said that. Plus, she said she wanted to watch Scooby Doo and picked it out all by herself and told mom she wanted to stay when mom said it was time to go. I miss her already. )=

I should have taken pictures, but she wasn’t wearing a very cute outfit.

Today is my cousin’s birthday and I found out she was having a party last night so I’m planning to go over there later and hopefully it will be fun. My aunt said she wanted a stuffed lamb so Fernie and I looked for one on lunch but couldn’t find one. However, later in the night, Fernie saw a little stuffed sheep which is a shopping card “hugger.” It’s a mini stuffed animal with a kind of necklace for a shopping card but I’m not sure it’s a sheep. This is how the conversation progressed:

Me to everyone else: Hey, is this a lamb?
Them: Let me see, etc.
Deb, holding it: It’s not a lamb
Ashley: It’s a lamb
Deb: No, it’s a sheep
Everyone else: laughter
Me: Deb, you know that a lamb is a baby sheep, right?
Deb, adamantly: No, it’s not!
Diane, holding it: It’s not a lamb, it’s a sheep because this is full grown and sheep don’t have pink (meaning the feet).
Me: And sheep DO?!

Heh.

I work with a guy who is the kind of person one can only handle in small doses.
And I am the kind of person who thinks of other people in those terms.