Archive - October 2005

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I was neither Mary Poppins nor Mrs. Incredible nor Mother Nature. Those’ll have to wait for next year, when I actually FEEL like making a costume.

Every year we celebrate Halloween at my job-that-is-the-most-awesomest-of-jobs. Naturally, I dressed up for the entire day, because it’s HALLOWEEN, PEOPLE!

Coworker S came in with her guy T and their baby, Quinn. This is the first I’ve seen the baby since the day after he was born. He is by far the cutest baby ever born at our job. And not just because he kept trying to grab my breast as I held him.

Yep. He definately sent Left Ovary into a tizzy. And here’s the proud Mama with her baby boy.

Coworker D was Earl. He came in third place at the costume contest. Behind “Holy Mackeral” (a very nicely constructed sparkly fish costume) and “Hurricane Wilma” (too hard to explain). Remember that hair color he’s sporting — I may be borrowing it in the future.

And finally…here’s the money shot. The Dread Pirate ‘Turquoise Blue,’ Hunter of Treasure, Taker of Men…

(aka she-who-steps-on-her-own-dress)

We didn’t even go through 2 bags of candy tonight. Trick or Treat time was 3 – 7pm and by the time I got home, most had already come by. Meh. More for me. We’re not having the Halloween party this year..not even a Halloweeklater party, since we couldn’t arrange things in time. Kind of a bummer.

But you know what? I still love Halloween. I’m still wearing the pirate costume, and I’ll probably end up wearing it the rest of the night. It’s super comfortable. And I feel pretty bad-ass in it.

My treat to you? I’m putting the full text of my posts into my RSS feed. Good karma and all.

circle of life

Last night I didn’t feel like getting fully changed before I took Max out for his evening walk. So I swapped my heels for a pair of small sneakers, pulled a thick sweatshirt over the twinset I wore with my skirt, put my coat back on and we set out.

Cute little red sketcher sneakers and a brown below-the-knee skirt is a major fashion faux pas, by the way. I fully expect to be ambushed by a cruel and exploitative TV show sometimes soon.

Anyway, here in NJ it’s been rainy and chilly for days. Our evening walk has now been plunged into darkness. As Fang pondered which roadside campaign sign to pee on next (he’s very non-partisan, although Corzine has the most signs here) I caught a glimpse of my shadow on the street caused by the streetlight behind us.

With the distortion of height, the bulkiness under my coat, the way my hair was blowing and the tie-shoes with the skirt, the shadow on the street was that of my grandmother. It was a little creepy at first, but extremely comforting. Like I was being watched over on a dark, chilly, raining evening.

And as she was a firm believer in angels and ghosts and otherworldly beings that helped you out…who am I to question? 🙂

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