Sunday, November 1, 2009
Survivor: Halloween at Hillbilly Haven
I survived Halloween! Nary a morsel of the chocolate Kryptonite passed my lips. It was a gorgeous day yesterday, but I waited until the ghosts and goblins were almost at my door before making the mad dash into town to buy candy. No use having temptation around too long! We had maybe a dozen or so treaters and still have some candy left over, but as soon as it's possible, I'm sending Bick over to the neighbor's with the remainder. They have two human disposals over there - two teen-aged boys.
What I loved about yesterday: What I loved about yesterday was a phone visit with a friend in NJ describing her 6 year old son's Halloween adventures. I do hate the phone, but I need to use it more. I'm such a hermit!
Actually my phone avoidance ties in to my belief (serious truth here) that sometimes I am invisible. Well, not really invisible, but just like a baby, if-I-can't-see-you-then-you-can't-see-me thinking. I know that sounds bat-shit crazy, but for the longest time, I would be out in public and convince myself that the people I saw and recognized somehow didn't see me. Obviously, a old self-esteem issue that morphed into more habit than anything else. Time to break that one too.
Today's plans include a trip to Home Depot (natch - wouldn't be the weekend without at least one). Plus a trip to the hunting and fishing aisle at the megastore - Bick has been losing the war with the birds roosting in his beloved car pavillion - our cars get covered with bird poop. His solutions, involving bird spikes, rubber snakes, a bobble headed owl and plywood, have proven unsuccessful. It's time for me to step up. My solution involves brads and fishing line. Malibu Ken is tired of looking like a statue in an Italian piazza.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Stand up. Stand out. Be seen.