Don't call me pumpkin

Having a birthday four days before Halloween has been awesome at times, but for the most part it sucks. 1. I always ALWAYS had a pumpkin shaped cake. Always. Forever. Except twice. Once I cried and I got VonMom to make me a pink boombox cake, and it was awesome. With gum drop buttons and a pink handle and it was awesome. The second time was my 30th when VonMom made a cake with a Barbie sticking out. Like the cake was her dress. I think you all know what I'm talking about. Anyway, it was the cake I always should have had, but didn't. It was a make up cake, about 20 years behind. 2. Halloween itself is the birthday of two people I cannot stand who happen to be married to each other (aw how cute. Not. They suck.) and I have one friend who ALWAYS calls me to say Happy Birthday on Halloween - it never gets old for him to then say "Oh, that's H and G's birthday! My bad!" Ha ha. So not funny. 3. In recent years the stupid holiday has put a huge damper on my bday fun. SO THis year? Birthday Brunch on Sunday, Oct 25th at a fantastically awesome Irish Pub. Who's in? Anyone want to drive in/up/down/over? Special goody bags for blogger friends who make the trip. Drop a comment if interested, and I'll send you the details. Why am I writing this so early? Because of Halloween, and people making all of their pumpkin patch/apple bobbing/costume partying OTHER plans.... See what I mean?

Am I getting old?

I just gave a guy my work number. RELAX, it was work related. BUT I rolled my T. Twice. As in: "THA-ree one two THA-ree two one....." Like the owl in the tootsie pop commercials: "One. Twhooooo. Tha-ree....." (if you don't understand this reference - stop reading this blog. Now. And never come back) I admonished myself after I hung up the phone. I even gave the phone a dirty look. I even feel like the guys is entitled to NOT call me back, due to the pretentious tone in which I delivered my number. That is all. Back to your regularly scheduled day.

A traitor to myself

There are some things I swore I would never ever do. Going to a White Sux game at the Cell (US Cellular Field to those not from around these parts) was at the top of the list. Well, in the name of friendship - I went to my first Sux game on Friday. I was reluctant. I became even more reluctant when I found out we had really bad seats. Sigh. I just knew I was going to have a horrible time. Well. I was wrong. Really really wrong. The weather was fantastic, the park is absolutely beautiful. The crowd is fun and friendly, as are the vendors and staff. I still wasn't sold, and then the pre-game hoopla started. Jesus Mary and Joseph, get their marketing team an award or something. About halfway through the pre-game video/music show I got the chills. By the time the clips started showing the World Series win and Buerhle's perfect game, I had tears in my eyes. By the time the fireworks started I was in love - In love with the Sox, and their fans, the Cell, everything. We drank a lot of green beer - it was the half-way to St. Patrick's day game - and I had one of the best hot dogs I've ever had. About an hour into it I finally put on my green and white Sox hat. I almost spent $80 on a sweatshirt. I was wrong about that little south side baseball team. The Sox have heart, a lot of it. So do their fans. Oh, one thing though - I still can't stand A J Piersinski (or however you spell it) That guy is a total cobag. Don't get me wrong, I'm still also a Cubs fan - I love the team and I believe in them. I will always believe in them. I will follow them and watch their games on t.v. I've just fallen out of love with Wrigley Field and the assholes that go there. So, I'm proudly joining the ranks of those that I made fun of - the Chicago Baseball Fans. I will happily wear my cubbie blue "we believe" wrist band with my new Sox hat, and I pity the person who says anything about it.

I've been checking!

Road House has not yet been on this weekend. I'm very surprised.

Best text exchange recently

C: Why are my fourth graders talking about who they are dating?! Me: Oh no! Throw birth control pills at them and tell them they are candy.

Fun Friday

Soooo, An interesting thing came up in the comments on the previous post. What is the best bad movie of all time? Brando and I are thinking it's "Roadhouse" Fish is throwing "Tank Girl" into the mix. (An AWESOMELY bad movie!!) What do you think? Best bad movie of all time, and why?

RIP Dalton

Ok, so in deference to the passing of Patrick Swayze I vow to do the following: If "Roadhouse" is on this weekend - I will live blog it. Can't guarantee it'll be funny, but I will try. Check it out. Odds are good that it will be on, as it's on every weekend anyway.