A Few Fun Pics from Halloween

Dr. JPR

Is that Billy Ray Cyrus???
Why Satan, is that a dimple in your tie or are you just happy to see me?
Flu shot anyone?

Morbid thoughts can be darn funny....

So as I was driving back from the gym in the rain tonight (between Wendy's number one in Newington which was OUT of Baked Poratoes [THE HORROR] and Wendy's number 2 in Rocky Hill) I slam on my brakes and nearly slide off the road courtesy of the 98 year old man in front of me who can't see over his own glasses much less the steering wheel. {weren't these people supposed to be in FL already so other people can deal with them? ;-) }

So anyway, after escaping with my life I continue driving down the road in the rain towards Wendy's number 2.

I was thinking, wow, I could've died back there. I wonder what my family would have me buried in if I had. And you know, it was darn funny! I mean I suppose it wouldn't be so funny for someone older because it would be perfectly normal and expected to say, be buried in a suit. But me, being 25 and having no real distinct style of my own, I was wondering what they would choose...

Would it be one of those horrible interview suits I have been forced to wear over the years?

Jeans and my playboy bunny crop top with the glittery pink bunny head? (not likely-but it would be darn funny 0 and if they did I hope they would stencil on some abs....it's amazing what they can do with makeup these days...)

My funniest vision, however, was them putting me in one of my evening gowns (wish I would hope they wouldn't because with what those suckers cost...someone else should get some use out of them...) But it was just really humorous picturing being put into an evening gown to be buried. I mean would they at least due a good job of duct taping so I had the appropriate cleavage? I quite doubt it which makes the whole vision far more disturbing.

Wow. If anyone was under the impression I was normal...I have definitely dispelled that!

I'm done now.

Nougat and the people it left behind....

JPR: What in the hell is nougat?
Miss C: I may not have the answer but I know you like it a lot.
JPR: What exactly are we talking about here?
Miss C: Nougat. Get your mind out of the gutter. ( see picture above. duh)
JPR: Mystery substances make me nervous. You could be feeding me chopped up chewy people for all I know. That wouldn't be very nice.
Miss C: First, who said I am nice? Second is that like chopped Sue-ey? Poor Sue.
JPR: Im going back to the gutter. It scares me up here.
Miss C: Or we could just discuss accidentally acquired men....
JPR: I thought I was an accidently acquired man...
Miss C: No you were drunken in your birthday suit ... or rather on your birthday...gettting my friend's phone # ...you just accidentally tried to get mine
JPR: Actually I was trying to get your # while your friend was trying to give me hers.
Miss C: If you can define staring with your mouth open, drooling, and saying "I wish I wasn't drunk" as trying to get my #, I guess your account would be correct (check out "birthday pics at Lemming Fodder for proof)
JPR: IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY!!! And the drool was minimal.
Miss C: Yes, it may have just been left over from when you were french kissing the bikers....
JPR: Yeah, thats accurate (please check out the pics...if only to clear my good name)
Miss C: Is JPR a good name? I think it stands for Just Pour Rum.
JPR: IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY!!!
Miss C: I have a feeling I am going to be hearing that excuse for a LOOOONNNNGGGG Time.

We're gonna sign off now - before this gets uglier than it already is (see pics for proof) :-)

Addictive Personalities and Apple Fritters

My posts have been someone lacking in the past week due to my time being duly monopolized by a certain waffle house loving southerner. But I'm back with a few random thoughts.
Warm apple firtters are very good.

Many things are bad for competitive people with addictive personalities.

1. Bowling.

2. Touch Screen strategy games of the bar-top variety.

3. Blogs of people who have a far more interesting life than you. This can cause one to get very upset when they feel they are being excluded from interesting juicy gossip.

I don't want to know about accidentally acquired men. I swear I don't. I swear I am not upset that all I got to satiate my hunger for living vicariously through someone with an interesting life was a rant on bad fashion.

::Sigh::

I'm going to stop now.

This addictive personality is going to return to watching Season 3 of Alias on DVD for the third time....

Fun fact of the day:

The origin of the word "smooch" as reported by the Merriam Webster Dictionary:

Main Entry: ²smooch
Function: intransitive verb
Etymology: alteration of smouch to kiss loudly
: KISS, PET

Main Entry: ³smooch
Function: transitive verb
Etymology: probably alteration of smutch, verb
: SMUDGE, SMEAR

The Happiest Place on Earth...

No, it's not Disney World, it's the Book Barn! I could spend days there, and I am actually going to get lost there right now...take a look at their website... you'll want to get lost too! The Book Barn

It's much prettier at night...

Be a do-gooder!

But, before I go, I must blatantly plug my most recent, make the world a better place event - The Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk Sponsored by the American Cancer Society. This is my 4th year walking it (the first year I walked all 5 miles in the pouring rain...). It's a great cause and worthy of everyone's support. We all know someone whose life has been touched by breast cancer...so spread the word and support a worthy cause!

Visit my Making Strides Fundraising Page by clicking here.

The Season of Change

Well it is the season of change...which means it is time for a great tradition up here in the Northeast...this tradition goes back much farther than pumpkin carving, apple picking and foliage viewing... it is...the trasnsitioning of the closet.

Yes, my friends, the time has come. Time to put away all the bikinis and sundresses, and cute little sandals and bring on the spiky boots and angora sweaters.

It's that time of year when I always realize that I have way too many clothes. While performing the yearly tradition this year, I think I figured that I have enough shirts and sweaters to wear a different one every single day until the Easter bunny comes hopping along (even if it is in April and not March!).

I have also discovered I have a whole lot of black in my wardrobe. I was trying to figure out why... it could be partly due to my years of backstage slavery in the Theater world, or my brief two week foray into "goth" my sopjomore year in high school...or more likely the reason all women have lots of black in their closet, it's just damn sexy.

OK, well I think that's about the most of a post as I can muster since I have been totally dead to the world this week and am just starting to ease out of my cold medicine induced coma...