The Best Time Of The Year

Remember when I was feeling so down in the dumps because this is my favorite, favorite, favorite... oh, and did I say favorite, time of year and I was missing out on all the beautifulness?!

Well, this weekend totally made up for it. It was the perfect fall weekend.

Friday, we went to a haunted house. The suspense of standing in line at a haunted house is so great....

Saturday we went to a pumpkin patch that had a pedal go kart track (that I dominated at), a petting zoo (at which I promptly asked BF for quarters so I could feed the animals... as if I was 6) and a corn maze! That night, we carved pumpkins, roasted the pumpkin seeds and had delicious chili!

And yesterday was trick-or-treating!

If I was more of an organized planner, I could have shared pictures of this amazingness with you... but I definitely dropped the ball on that one. So, you are just going to have to take my word for it that it was the perfect fall weekend!

Really?

My Google search for "Funny Homemade Halloween Costumes" yielded this result from MarthaStewart.com... Hmmm. My homemade crafts look a little different than that.

Time Out

I have been MIA... I know. Sometimes I feel like I have nothing good to talk about, so I just zip-a my lip-a... Then I think I should close down the old bloggity blog, but I can't bring myself to do it. I just love it! I am quite certain that my mom and aunt are the only readers (Shout out! Woot Woot!) and since it is only them, and I talk to them on the phone to fill in the blanks with all that I am not blogging about, occasional and intermittent blogging is permitted. I just shouldn't make a habit of it though...

Let me bring you up to speed... Last time we spoke I had wobbly ankles. I still do. So there is that. I do have a plan though... If I ever trip and fall in public, I am going to instantly go limp and pretend I fainted. No kidding. I was actually thinking about it the other day... Boyfriend and I were in line at the store and my arms were full with groceries and specifically a few wine bottles. I almost lost my grip on one and I decided that if it fell, I was going to drop everything and pretend to become very dizzy, as if the wine was dropped because of a medical issue, not because I am clumsy. This idea is genius if you ask me... I don't look dumb and people feel really bad for my poor dizziness condition.

Anywobblyankles, I got off subject.

Next, Boyfriend, the babycakes and I headed to the big city of Peoria. (If you are a Bachelorette fan, this was totally my "hometown date".) It was a great trip home and I got to see all of my very most favorite people.... you know you who you are Tony Haddad. While we were taking the babycakes site seeing, we came upon a pack of wild turkeys, apparently that is common in cities of more than 370,000 people nowadays. That officially sealed the deal in babyboycakes' mind that he wanted to live there someday... Oh the dreams of children.

Then... well... then I worked. And I didn't do much this past weekend, but watch tons of TV and took a nap and watched two movies (without falling asleep once, and it was after dark! Wahhooo!) and cooked a really yummy authentic Italian supper with Boyfriend.

Actually, speaking of that... once upon a time, when I was a little girl, my dad taught me that the only way to tell if pasta was really done was to throw it against the wall. If it stuck, it was. I am pretty sure that he was lying to me and just being the crazy, fun dad that he was... but still to this day, I am not able to finalize my pasta without throwing it against the wall.

So, that about brings you up to speed. I know... Slow down is what you are probably thinking. All this excitement and activity! I am out of control!

Unsteady

I have some seriously wobbly ankles. They don't hurt and usually I don't even notice them, except when I wear heels or when my totally rude-o friends make fun of me.

So, you can imagine how hard it was to stay upright while running down stairs today during a building evacuation at a clients office. Eight full floors of wobbly ankled goodness. I understood that there were people behind me, also trying to save their souls from whatever impending doom had prompted this dramatic evacuation... but I needed to focus on not breaking my ankle. Or falling down the stairs... which is also something that I have "dealt with" on a few occasions.

I can also report that wobbly ankles are equally as unsteady going up.

Old School

In a world of spreadsheets and online banking complete with imports into your bookkeeping system, I choose this route.

I carefully record each debit entry into my spiral notebook, that I have lovingly drawn columns on with my ruler. As each transaction clears my account, I am sure to highlight it!

I do use a calculator to adjust the balance though, as my abacus no longer fit it my purse.

Poker Face

I have, in the past couple of years, lost my ability to have a poker face. I used to be really good at appearing to be cool, calm and collected... but apparently I can no longer do that. It has been happening more frequently, too. I assumed incontinence and hip problems would develop with old age... but this, I didn't anticipate.

Today a situation came up at work and the second the conversation started I felt my face and chest get hot and my hands started shaking. Shaking for crying out loud!

It is a little bit hard to look like a tough nosed, no nonsense professional when I have sweat on my forehead and I am practically vibrating.