That's The Spirit

As you well know, we threw a killa Halloween party last Friday. What you didn't know is that our pricey, matchy costumes were total freakin' booty. We had stopped into the Spirit store a few weeks before, and were excited to bust them out and shame people who had on lame costumes.

An hour before the party, I pulled them out. My "costume" was a stupid mish-mash of ugly junk...some semblance of a scary dress, some weird capelet, 1 glove, some weird lace garter, and no hat. Lance's was *way* better though...his dapper ghost costume was also some semblance of a scary dress. Oh, and a silver top-hat. WTH??

What he bought:

What he got:

Lance hauled them on back.

Lancer: Yeah. I need to return these costumes.

Spirit Man: Sorry, we have a no return policy.

Lancer: Riiiigt. That's not going to work for me.

Spirit Man: Sorry, can't help you. We can't do any returns.

Lancer: My man's suit was a dress.

Spirit Man: Hmm.

Lancer: ~Rude-yet-convincing look~

Spirit Man: Okay, I'll give you a full refund.

Lancer: Yeah you will!!! (internal thought)

Lesson learned. If you plan on trying to buy fly costumes and shame your friends, check the package before leaving the store.

Prepster

I NEED these

More Info on Voting--Ballotpedia

My friend Sarah recommended this site, and I found it very helpful as I waded through all of the issues. It gives a full run-down of national and local issues, let's you know who is supporting/against a measure, monetary impact, etc. Be sure to check it out, especially if you are unfamiliar with any of the issues you will be voting on:

http://ballotpedia.org/wiki/index.php/Main_Page

Happy Voting!

Rock That Vote

Husbie and I just finished up our ballots, and I will drop them in the mailbox tomorrow. I have to say I am glad they included the 'I Voted" sticker along with my permanent absentee ballot--this is important to me. I was *very* excited to turn 18 so I could vote and wear my little sticker.

This is the first election where I deviated away from my old party. I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready for a change. I'm concerned about the economy, my friend's brother who just enlisted in the armed services, the environment, and our general state of affairs as a country. I'm not quite sure how we got to this point, but I'm hoping we can turn things around.

I'm also quite appalled by the mis-information about candidates and the various propositions, especially here in California. I refuse to be scared, manipulated, bullied, or otherwise intimidated into voting any which way. I surprised myself a few times by the way I ended up voting, but I feel better knowing that I took the time (and a LOT of it) to wade through the issues and make informed, rational decisions based on the facts presented by both sides, though some decisions were more difficult than others.

I sincerely hope everyone gets out there to vote. Let's make a difference peeps!

Dead Man's Party

We threw a Dead Man's Party on Friday night, and dug up some seriously spooky dead-o's. You could be creepy, ghouly & freaky...or just a well-known dead-o. Here are some of our dreadfully deceased revelers:

Poor scheming Anne Boelyn...off with her head! And Elvis, well, he has truly left the building. For good.

Ghoulfriends:

Going in for a snack...then the crazy German in the middle screamed in my ear. I am now deaf.

With our fave dead prom Queen:

Hungry zombies:
Team Feriante:

J. Howard Marshall, Miss Anna Nicole, and Sugar Pie, the precious little dog. This party of three is dreadfully expired:

Ashley's date goes in for the kill...

But Prom King Joe finally finished her off. RIP Ash:

Prom is rife with problems. The Queen flirted with the Quarterback, and ended up being strangled. The King, drunk with grief and booze, crashed his car. Oops.

Jo-Jo's nasty neck marks:

Dead Minnie and Miss Juliet. Oh, Juliet...parting is such sweet sorrow:

Deadie and his ghoul-friend. She looks a little like Angelina, yes?? When she won the Oscar for Girl Interrupted, and then made out with her brother. That's a truly scary thought.

Hostess and Host...dead and ready to party:

Historical dead-os. President Lincoln and his lady...Babe-Raham-Lincoln. Nice pun/shout-out to Wayne and Garth:

Awww...poor tourists with their overturned boat. So sad:

Amy goes in for a bite:
Dead and undead:
Kristen...back from the UN-happiest place on Earth:

Vampire and his 2 black cats. There's some double-bad luck:

Miss Cleopatra and Ceasar:

A rival Ceasar...and his dead letter:

The Deadest Hostess with the Mostess:

Pocahantas and Captain John Smith:

The dreadfully delightful Candy Apple Bar:

The Spooky Spread:
Haha..this is the weirdest sign. I had to have it when I saw it:

Alfred Hitchcock, anyone?

My Ghoul...
Spooky skull greets out guests:

Thanks to all for their deadly attire. That was certainly a **killer** party.

Underwater

This is a crazy week-- I apologize, my rabid fans, for not posting. I will surface on Sunday morning with pics from the 2 amazing parties I will be throwing this weekend. First up is our homage to Oingo Boingo--we're hosting a Dead Man's Party. To party, you must show up all dead and decrepid. Next is our annual church party, and Lance and I are in charge. It's a big one. Really big. Luckily, we have some peeps helping us out...but it's always a little crazy. I made 2 gigant-o spiders for the stage...they're hilarious. Pics will certainly follow for those arachnids. Until later my friends.

Time to Upgrade

I'm a big fan of the upgrade. When we got married 5 1/2 years ago, we unwittingly registered for a bunch of lame stuff because we didn't know better. Half a decade later, we just started realizing this. We had the worst spice rack, complete with dried out spices we had to hack at with a knife, before we upgraded to the sweet Dean and Deluca rack. Then we looked around, and realized the rest of our kitchen could use a serious upgrade.

We just got a set of copper-core stainless steel pans, and are now setting our Teflon Calphalon pans out to pasture. It was a good run, but I'm excited to sear a delicious steak in my new silver baby.

Out with the old....
In with the new!
I also got the Le Creuset oval baker I've had my eye on for years--it's fire-engine red, and ready for stew and chili. I'm going to bust out both this week to see if it lives up to the hype, though I'm sure it will. There's just something appealing about cooking a hearty meal in a cast-iron pot over slow heat for hours. Mmmm.

All tucked away in their new home:

Let us know if you know anyone who could use our Calphalon set. They're still really nice, and will head out to Goodwill if there are no takers.

It's Official--I am a 13 Year Old Girl

I screamed. I cried. I jumped. I danced. I hugged. I threw my hands in the air, and I waved them round like I just didn't care. Now I just need to figure out how to be a skanky back-up dancer for a living, so I can tour with The Kids. Yes, doubters, this is the *real* arena from this evening. Soak it in suckas...it was sold out, and the fans were rabid.


Bonuses from the NKOTB Concert:

~The fans were serious--jackets, buttons, posters, shirts, hats, bags--the works.
~We had KILLER seats
~We were on the Jumbotron--hell yeah!!
~Jon and Jordan made eye contact with me. You know this is true, because if I were lying, I would have said it was Donnie
~I am now deaf, and I can't move my head

Val with Jordan, though she's technically a Donnie girl:


Look how close we are to Donnie and Jordan!!!


Amy--very excited!Inger crying with glee!!
Based on my face, Donnie was likely singing:

The best part, captured only in my memories, was when Donnie yanked down his pants to show us his cute butt and boxers. Inger, Val and I were screaming for him to tear off more, which is weird, because we're not really the type that try to get men naked. But Donnie makes us insatiable...that naughty boy band bad boy.

We will always be your Cover Girls Donnie!!