Happy Halloween

The last few months have been an overload of stress. As funny as this sounds, I think my biggest fail is that I didn't get my shit together long enough to get a costume put together for my dog.

Yes, you read that correctly. I broke my streak and I have not put together an adorable or awesome costume for my dog. I know he's not broken up about it. I know it's not the end of the world (bad thing to say in Halloween, cue a horror movie scenario). 

I think it's 100% FOMO. As all the internet is posting their incredible Halloween photos of costumes and fun, I'm happy to get a full night of sleep. I will try not to begrudge the world their fun. Instead I shall cuddle the dog. That fixes almost everything.

Long Live President Camacho

It's been hard to watch the news lately given the political climate, so I am just going to reminisce about a better president. My happy moment is courtesy of the awesome Terry Crews. May he reign supreme.

 

  Shit.....

License Plate Game 2018: A Pathetic Year

I'm really ashamed of myself. At least right now and in five minutes after I post this, I'll move on with my life. Ordinarily, I am the loser of my family when it comes to this game. I don't "compete" with them so much as we update each other and its fun to see what's left.

Early this summer, my ten year old niece was asking me questions and I was a little embarrassed by my performance only two weeks in. Then I realized this game has been commandeered by my sister's brand of play. I think I can describe it adequately from this scene from The Breakfast Club.

I can make excuses like when they play, it's a family of four and they are actively going to parking lots for the search. For my parents's household, they have four adults and one teenager participating. My husband joins me, but I make him verify with photos if I'm not there. (Yes, I have a scary eye of the tiger similar to my sister. Husband has tamed it mildly so now I enjoy life a little more.) Plus, I'm a train commuter, so how the hell am I going to see exotic plate from the train tracks? 

Fortunately, my dad maintains my enthusiasm about the journey, not the destination. We reminisce and play as it was meant to be. A silly game where we just can't find those last three plates. Or in my sad case, thirteen. 

 

 

As always, Rhode Island can suck it!

I Got Fooled Again

Since I'm living in an on-demand world for my music choices, I hop through YouTube and get whatever the hell I want. It's rarely I get the treat of hearing a great song on the radio and rock out. When I do, I'm typically coming back from the grocery store. (It's one of the two reasons I drive a car since I became a train commuter two years ago.) 

It was a pleasant surprise to hear The Who (I love bands) and of course I was enthralled by their one of the voiceless interludes and fell into a happy trance as the organ continued. And then it happened.

Siiggggh.

Now I can't enjoy this song. Your damn crime procedural has robbed me of this song. I can't listen to it without my thoughts being hijacked to a stupid meme. I mean that's 65% of my life, but I was upset when it happened and still am.
Similarly, my husband can't hear "Like A Rock" without thinking of Dodge trucks. That's the point, and I bet that was a mutually beneficial arrangement between Dodge and Bob Seger. Fortunately, I don't give a crap about either. Though I do hear a fake Sam Elliot when see a Dodge. Yep a fake one.

And now I'm hungry for beef.

Here We Go Again

Fascinating realization that I had last night. The sequel to Mama Mia! follows the same sequel structure as The Godfather Part 2. It interweaves the story with how the parental figure from the first movie came to be where they are and how their offspring continues after the first movie ends. 

Even further down the connection hole, Andy Garcia decided to find his way into the show and have a relationship that no one asked for with a member for the family. And it's uncomfortable. Okay, possibly not as I have not seen Mama Mia! Here We Go Again (full title). 

I don't know why I made this connection, but I do know that this made me smile. Quick, we need a mafia musical!

Oh. Umm. Well. Okay, never mind.

Hello Out There?

I started this blog 13 years ago. I swear I turned off comments off a long time ago. Suddenly there are words under my words. Wait, this is interesting but has nothing to do with my post. Oh, two others on two other posts. Oh, just links to something else. I assume bots. Whew. That was a close one. Back to typing into the void.

License Plate Game 2018

If I go outside right now to the parking lot, I bet I can cover at least three. Yay for this game!