I just love dressing up. And I'm lucky that I have great coworkers (and an awesome hubby) who get into the spirit of the holiday as well.
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Last year we bought over 500 pieces of candy and ran out within half an hour. I think we have kids bused in to our neighborhood. One year the police set up a mini-substation at the end of our block just to make sure things didn't get too out of hand. It's completely insane. This year we're actually going to join the droves, as we take the boys' little brothers trick-or-treating. We haven't done this for years, as the boys staunchly refused to let us accompany them for the past few years. I'm so happy to be able to "participate" this year.
Today is my baby brother's birthday. I always add the "baby" because everyone thinks he's older than I am. It probably has something to do with the fact that he's about a foot taller than I am, has a much deeper voice, and is infinitely more mature than I'll ever be.
He's such a mellow guy, totally balances me out. The sky could be crashing down around us and I'd be running around in circles screaming, meanwhile Ben would be calmly looking about for a helmet to protect his crazy sister's mushy brains.
I don't see him nearly often enough, and I miss him a lot. But whenever we get together we pick up right where we left off and it's like no time has passed. He's known me longer than anyone else, and yet still doesn't mind hanging out with me. I sure am lucky to have him.
As a funny side note, his wife just posted this on Facebook the other day:
watchingBenjaminplay GTA is unreal. he stops at red lights, drives the speed limit, plays the radio at a reasonable volume, and refuses to punch hookers.
So. Autumn not only brings cooler temps (thank God), changing foliage, and delicious apple cider, it also ushers in football season. Actually, there's a plethora of sports being played right now, and sports fans seem to be at their most rabid during the fall.
I myself am not a sports fan, but when our workplace brought back "jersey Fridays" to honor all the sports insanity this time of year, I was happy to participate. Hey, I love myself some dress up. The Dodgers are a household favorite of course, but deep down, my family is Raider Nation to the core. That's fine with me, silver and black are two of my favorite colors, for wardrobe and home decor.
Plus, how could I not like a team whose fans like to dress up as much as I do?
Just like I have my annual rant about the weather in August, September/October seems to be the time when I write about slipping into another doldrum. Heather Armstrong at Dooce does the same thing. She mentioned one year that her therapist told her that March and September have the highest rates of suicides of all the months. Maybe it's the shorter days, the gloomier weather. Whatever it is, I'm just trying to slog through it as best I can.
This year Heather linked to a set of comics that depicted depression from the artists' points of view. I really liked them, especially this one. I'd seen it before, and I thought I'd share it here today.
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Check out the other comics. It might help you understand if you don't suffer from depression but know someone that does. And if you do suffer from it, it will give you some reassurance that you're not alone.
Eighty percent of the time, Southern California has amazing weather. Mild winters, lovely springs, pleasantly-warm autumns. Then Satan comes to visit for two months and requests the temperatures be adjusted to match his normal residence. I know, August is almost over, but the heat is just starting to get intense. We'll have insane temperatures through September.
Yesterday it was 102°, which is normal for this time of year. The problem was that it also rained during the hottest part of the day, leaving the rest of the afternoon a sticky mess. It's been like that most of the week, and it has sucked all the energy, along with the will to live, straight out of me. The only thing I could rally myself to do yesterday (other than complain) was to make some lime-mint sugar scrub for a friend's birthday gift. I usually screw things up on the first go around, and this time was no different. I added too much lime juice and instead of a scrub it was lime-mint syrup. But this time I could take advantage of my mishap and use the first draft in iced tea. (Well, I haven't used it in there yet, since I didn't have any energy to make iced tea, but it will happen.) I didn't even have energy enough to take a final picture of the scrub in a cute little mason jar with the lid decorated, but trust, it was really cute.
One nice thing about these temperatures is that we can wash the dogs outside and not even think about worrying if they'll get cold. It makes it much easier than wrestling them into a bathtub.
Not that they hated it any less.
Can you see those pleading eyes?
Coco wouldn't even get in the tub.
But my baby boy Blue was the most tolerant. He's such a sweetheart.
And of course, they all promptly went and rolled in the dirt afterword.