November 5th, 2004


Our Halloween Story and Pictures Part One

Written on Halloween and the day after, but finally posted now cause I wanted to be able to include our photos with the story and it took some time to edit and upload them : ) These are going to be super image intensive so I'm going to break them up and put some of the entries behind the cut.

Little Red Riding Hood without granny or the wolf.

Hi Everybody,

Happy Halloween!!! I'm finally done with our Halloween revels. The last trick or treaters have long since departed, as have all of our many guests, strangers and friends. Scott has gone home and Beau has finally gone to bed, I hope. I've turned off all of the flashing, strobe, flickering, bubbling, dangling orange, purple, and black lights, and the fog machines, fans, CD players, the spooky floating head DVD thing, that we set up on my big TV, and set in a second story window, the jangling skulls, spiders, electric plasma heads, flying bats, and the lights on the little Halloween tree. I blew out all of the candles and picked up all of the tons of dropped candy and glow sticks so the dogs won't eat them and get sick. We put away the last of the pizza, tossed out the salad, and the fizzy orange sherbet and Sprite punch, stored the cakes and the pumpkin torte, and just left all of the drinks in their melting icy buckets.

This is our newest gourd kitty. Isn't he cool?

This is our Mexican folk pumpkin. I bought this from my pals Mud and Marge a few years ago.

I'm so happy to be here in bed listening to Art Bell and enjoying the company of my playful cats. Tommy and Zazu and some of the younger black kitties are running, charging, jumping and rolling over each other. Of course it would be more fun if they didn't tear up my skin when they all charge across my legs. They were completely crashed out before so I don't know where this sudden burst of late night feline energy came from. You'd think they'd managed to get into some of the left over Halloween candy but I know they didn't.

This is a folksy wooden game board that we put out on the coffee table for adults and kids to play with. It's a bigger version of that little game where you have to roll the pieces into the slots only in this case you have to get the eyeballs and the candy corn teeth to fit into the eyes and teeth. It's pretty hard to do.Collapse )

Our Halloween Story and Pictures Part Two

Okay this one is enormous, with dozens of pictures, so I'm definitely going to put a big chunk of it behind the cut, but please come see the pictures of our house and the trick or treaters.


Hey Gang, Still super tired and worn out. I promised my wee, inner-kidling self that I would take today off to just lay around in bed and catch up on all of the missed sleep and resting that my flu-fighting-body so badly needs, so here I am but I can't seem to get myself to just lay down and let go. I'm trying but I want to be busy...

My oldest friend Karen -- we've been friends since Marymount Junior School -- and her son Rico.

Our very first trick or treater turned out to be my oldest pal Karen's son Rico. He was dressed as a little Darth Vader so I didn't know who he was until he took off his mask, then I got so excited I yelped and I think that scared him. Karen was dressed as a sexy belly dancing gal. She just had a lot of super-serious, reconstructive surgery, following her stomach stapling, weight loss and she looked fabulous. It was great to see them.

Woohoo! Candy!!

It all worked out so well, despite our not feeling well and my disappointment at not having been able to make everything just so, perfect as usual. People came for brief visits and left before you would feel rude if you moved on and had to visit with someone else, or help some little child with something. Just manning the door when there are so many trick or treaters is hard work. We had lines going down the front walkway, out the gate and down the block and people were pushing and telling the kids to, "Move it along." Even though I had bought a mountain of candy and glow sticks I never know if it'll run out and some of the kids will just tip the buckets into their bags if you aren't looking so you really have to be there to monitor the whole thing, plus it's just so much fun to greet everyone and see the costumes they wear. I love persuading the little ones that it's safe to come up to the front door.

Here's what the poor wee little ones see when they approach our walkway. It's not anywhere near as scary as it used to be.

Our littlest trick or treater.

Nope, I lied, this was our littlest trick or treater -- this is Joshua, Esther's little nephew. He was just squish wonderful, babies, yum.

There seems to be a pattern to the way the trick or treating happens. First the littlest kids and their parents come -- when it's still light out. These will be the kids in strollers and push carts or strapped to their parents in pouches. They don't have a clue and don't even know how to hold the candy so I never really understand why their parents dress them up and bring them out, poor little babies.

This was our first official trick or treater and I am telling you this kid didn't have a clue what was going on. His Mom was so cute and I loved that they got into the whole spirit of the day but this poor little guy had this sleepy fixed expression on his face that never changed.

This little girl was so adorable. I had to go to the street to get her to persuade her to walk up to the front door, she was that scared. Isn't she the cutest? I kept knocking on things and telling her everything was fake and not to worry. Oh what a dolly she was.Collapse )

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Things are good. I've been busy editing pictures to share with you, cleaning up our Halloween madness, helping my friend get ready for her knitting show, and trying to get well. I finally had to break down and take antibiotics because nothing would kill this bug -- whatever it is, and this plus Sudafed, saline nasal spray, another pill I take and tons of vitamins and water seem to be helping, a bit. Then last night I had the good fortune of hearing on the news that the first case of flu has been found in LA. The first case? I thought this was it, that I'd been having it, despite my luck in having received a flu shot the very day they announced the vaccine shortage, argh.

I've been trying to make myself rest as much as possible because with my immune system being as challenged as it is, whenever I catch anything that anyone else would beat in a few days, I wind up fighting it for weeks if not months. maybe it's because my body is so busy dealing with chronic pain and fighting so many other battles that it just doesn't have the resources to kick these little bugs asses. I wish, but in me they tend to settle in my chest, lungs and sinuses so that I get bacterial infections and things turn scary.

I've been stuck in bed a lot over the last few days so I've been catching up on all of the TV watching I've been missing. Last night I discovered a brand new feature that Adelphia Cable have added to their digital offerings -- Movies on Demand, oh dear. Last night I ordered that fight movie with Meg Ryan, Behind the Ropes? I can see why it wasn't a huge hit, but you've got to hand it to her for trying. I think she did a great job at being more hard edged and beaten down, she had the voice down. Seems like we only like our Meg Ryan's perky. Doesn't anyone remember her in The Presidio? She was so hot and earthy in that.

The second and best movie I watched was 21 Grams. I missed it last year during my annual see-everything-nominated blitz. The acting was so fabulous and Sean Penn was so hot, oh man, that I didn't mind how unsettling the time line was. Sean Penn, romantic, dying, naked, what more can a lonely, sick gal ask for in bed late at night, well, other than her partner who was on the other side of the hill probably whooping it up in his hot tub with some chick he picked up at the local dive bar? Scotty are you laughing?

After days of non stop pre and post election coverage it's been fun to watch stupid, mind numbing TV again. This afternoon I've been watching Laguna Beach on MTV. "Don't get a French pedi on your toes cause it'll look like your nails. Oh, okay, I'll take the hot pink. I'm so stoked about our trip to Cabo! You're going to Cabo? Are you serious? That's rad! Wait, where are you going? I'm going to work. I don't know if this whole job thing is going to work for me though? Oh yeah bummer. After we get our nails done, let's go shopping. Okay. Oh that's like really, really, really, really cute. Umm, I can't stand fake people who are like, oh you know all, "Oh hi," I'm so, Oh My god, oh yeah. Dude." Oh Lord help us if this is what our kids are really like. Are they? Are we? Am I? Were we like this? Have I just forgotten? Or are these kids just that little bit more pampered, spoiled and shallow because of their wealthy beachy life style? I hope so.

I really don't want Beau turning out like these kids, but I guess I won't have much say in that. He's already doing a bit better. He's getting up on his own and going to school without anywhere near as much complaint as before. As best as I can tell he's doing his homework, (the school doesn't make it easy for us to keep track, they rarely bother to update their homework hotline and since it's always a week or so behind, how can we help our kids stay on top of things)? He's excited about the things he's learning, often teaching me things, which is fun. He's even taking showers and using some of the acne medicines I've bought for him. He's been talking on the phone to a girl and taking an interest in his diet and weight, and not complaining about PE as much, wow.

Oh Lord this poor little Laguna Beach gal, she just flew to New York and auditioned for Rent and she was seriously awful. How could she not know how bad she was? She was flat and shrill. She doesn't have any range. How do things like this happen? The casting director was kind to her though, even though she really sucked. I can't bear to watch things like this. It makes me worry that I've been in that position -- that I've been that bad, maybe when I auditioned for the LA Opera, or other things -- oh man who knows. What a torturous path to follow. No wonder so many successful actors discourage their kids from following in their footsteps.

Tommy is turning out to be the best kitty in the world. He follows me everywhere purring and chattering away, unlike little, or well, big Millie who has grown up to be lovely, soft, fluffy and beautiful but sadly, aloof to pretty much everyone but me, and even with me she is often cool and removed. I keep thinking it's my fault because I should never have adopted her when I have so many other cats. I just couldn't leave her behind when I saw her, she was so cute and tiny. I want to find her a terrific home where she can have all of the attention for herself but I have to twist my heart to make myself do this. I'm forever putting off placing the cats again as aggressively as I used to. I get the occasional opportunity and then I get scared and wonder if the people will be good enough cat friends/parents to one of our little family members. It's such a wrench.

I wonder if other cat people have noticed that male cats are sometimes friendlier and more outgoing than the female felines, or if this is just something I've made up in my mind in some kind of sexist cat thinking. Of course this seems like a pretty silly thing to be writing while Spooky, who is female, is banging on the glass divider and mewing to be let in. It's just that all of my favorite cats have been guys. The girls are sweet and will tolerate me as opposed to the boys who muscle their way into my heart -- they leap up onto me every chance they get and insist on being massaged and cuddled.

I made a deal with myself last month that I would at the very least wish everyone on my friend's list a Happy Birthday so each month I'm going to make a little image and every day I'll visit a journal or three and wish you guys Happy Birthdays. But as usual, I've fallen behind and have to catch up. I also need to make a new cake card for this month's birthdays.

Oh and can you believe it, because of Oprah, (I love Oprah, I want to marry Oprah, but she's got Steadman, Gail, and the rest of the planet to choose from, darn it, and we can't marry people who are the same sex as we are because a bunch of fundamentalist shit monkeys have got their religion mixed up with our basic civil rights,) and her fabulous magazine I went to Amazon and bought Proust. I've never read anything by Proust because I was never made to in college and I've always been too intimidated, now I feel excited and inspired.

Scott just called and said, "The trunk's all packed for Montreal are you ready?" I laughed so hard. Shit, what more can we do? I voted. I campaigned in my small way. I dragged friends in to vote. I discussed my sample ballot with Beau and then took him with me, like I've been doing since he was three months old, so he'd see this as his right and duty. I even gave him a little sample ballot and let him use the new ink punch stylus thing. At school they took the kids to the local Democratic headquarters where they talked with staffers and stood on the street with signs. Hey, I told you he was going to the most liberal school I could find.

I just don't get how so many of us wanted to see things change and...Scott just said, "You're not listening to me are you? I can hear you typing. I can say anything I want and you wouldn't notice. Aliens are sucking my dick." That got my attention.

Yeay, I can't believe it, I edited and uploaded all of my pictures. I made two new birthday cards for my November friends and I went around and posted all of the belated birthday cards I owed for last month, and all of this while being sick, woohoo! Now I'm going to take a Melatonin and hope my world can hold itself together without me for a few hours while I try to get some sleep.

Oh man, Jake keeps farting, not nice. I wonder why, it's not like he ate anything different, or did he?

George Noury has a guest on who is talking about longevity and health and one of the callers has just asked when he thinks we'll be able to grow new eyes. Thank God the stem cell proposition passed, one of the only good things that came out of this election. It isn't fun being an American right now, nope, not too much fun at all. But then again I could be an Iraqi or a Palestinian and that would suck even worse.

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Oh man look at this gorgeous yarn I bought from Drucilla via the super talented Plucky Fluff. It's so hard to get their yarn, I don't even want to post links any more because the second she puts up a skein, it's gone. There was another yarn that coordinated with this one that I so should have bought but didn't jump on soon enough, it also had tiny little plastic helicopters and clouds of smoke. But they were made by different spinners.

The whole Plucky Fluff experience is such a mystery to me. I mean how did two women both happen to make yarn with little plastic firemen in them unless they planned it that way? And who are these people and why are their lives so super secret and mysterious? With Lexi you just have to be super sleuthy enough to find the little teenie shining blobs and click on one of them to learn about her. I feel so at sea when dealing with her, I don't know why, maybe because she's an artist and that's just the way we folks are, indefineable.

I told Jennifer -- the goddess of LA celebrity and wealthy gal knitting, (Seriously whose yarn do you think Julia Roberts is sitting in Cedars knitting right now while she's stuck in bed, not L'Atelier's as the tabloids wrote,) about her and she loved her work. I took her to Lexi's website and even showed her the yarns in the skimpy fast moving archive that I had managed to save some images from. But Jen can't work with small batches, she needs to know she can get more of something because her clients are so wealthy and demanding. I could get these talented women so much work if they wanted it or could handle it.

Someone as talented as Lexi could have people helping her -- she could design the yarns and have people spin some for her so she could have enough of a batch of these amazing yarns to make bigger projects, then yarn stores could buy her art. I don't know, I think I don't get it somehow, I'm new to all of this, which is why I said that I feel at sea. I'm just happy to be able to buy a wacky skein or two every once in a rare while.