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My three favorite reasons to love this holiday......

Well, and the buckets of candy of course!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Dreamland

I rarely (if ever) remember my dreams. So when those rare occurrences happen I tend to think it's a sign of something (not sure what sign, since the dreams are crazy).
Anyway, a week ago I dreamt that I was in Vegas (baby!) and won $287,334 playing the slots - since that's all I dare (or know how) to play. After getting ID'd by the casino management and receiving my money I didn't do anything wild and crazy... I apparently bought a condo in some weird location because I dreamt that it would probably be hard to sell when I wanted to move (see, crazy!)
Anyway, when I told my mom about the dream she was sure I should head on down to Vegas (baby!) and win all that money.... like it was my destiny or something.

Which then leads me to the dream I had the other night. Not totally sure all the details of the dream, just that there was a lizard in it and for some reason I woke up and had a major panic attack because I thought the lizard was climbing on my alarm clock. I bolted out of bed and just stood there wondering what I should do next. Finally when reality returned to my brain (and I had checked my blankets and pillows for lizards) I laid back down and eventually went back to sleep.
What is the reason behind this dream?! Seriously?! I do not need anymore reasons to be awake at night. I am blaming Mike Rowe for this dream because I had just spent an hour watching him catch Alligator Turtles. Oh, and I blame my doctor for prescribing me drugs that I'm sure led to my crazy dreams...

(At least I didn't run into my mom's bed screaming about lizards....or possibly snakes -Chris?)

Treats (not many Tricks)

Halloween has never been my favorite holiday. I'm slowly getting into it as the years go by (I blame Tara and her obsession with it). It is definitely easier to enjoy it when the kids are a little older and actually know what is going on.

Since my mustache party was such a success last year (and it kind of evolved into somewhat of a Halloween party) I decided to do it again this year. The costumes were only on for the pictures and then we spent the night eating (food and candy) and playing games (Phase 10 champion right here!)

Here's a rundown of the costumes - grandpa was Sheriff Woody, grandma was Jesse, Chuck was a baby giraffe, Stinky Pete was Spiderella, I was a Roller Derby Chick (....Sorry you didn't get to see all the awesomeness of my costume - the roller skates were the best part...), Eugene was Buzz (no surprise there), The Pickle was a big giraffe, Bryn was a penguin, Kelly was a scary skeleton/pirate dude, and Aaron was a doctor.



More eating.....

Mediocrity

Aaron and I saw this movie last weekend and it was AWESOME! I love, love, loved it! And recommend it to everyone. There is always a need for a good kick ass girl movie, and this is it.

The Duke

While in Moab, I was able to spend some quality time with none other than John Wayne. He was such a gentleman and allowed me to get as many pictures as I wanted.

And how sexy is this picture? He definitely made women swoon....

Red Rock

Wendy had to make a trip to Moab last week for work. She hasn't been trained in Forensic Interviewing, so I got to tag-a-long. We were able to stay at the Red Cliffs Lodge and enjoyed the luxurious life for a night.

The scenery was as beautiful as always, and the weather was spectacular. We did a little sight-seeing the first day and shopping.... got myself a few rings and bracelets. Oh, and we ate some fabulous food.

This is the view from my patio.

This is my king sized bed, which I made sure to enjoy every square inch (as I rolled around all night long).

Another view from the back patio.

This is the drive back to town.

And then we drove the other way out of town to see this little gem. We didn't take the tour and the gift shops were really kind of sad, but the crazy metal work things were really cool.

Like this Jeep...

And this golfer dude.....

Oh, and this totally cool chair out of rock. If it didn't weigh a billion pounds I would want one for my front porch.

Commercial Break

Sorry for the break in blogging. I have been busy.... with work (saving those children), knitting (Christmas is coming), and now recovering - very slowly - from a cold (which is not strep throat or the swine flu).

Will return in a few days with updates....

But just to show you how fun life has been, here's a little story.

As I mentioned before, the yelling car has not been my friend. I made threats to not drive it anymore, but kept being reassured that the "bugs" had been fixed. Should have remembered that this is the government, things don't get fixed here.

Anyway, I made a little drive to Price last week and the car yelled numerous times as expected. I just yelled back and said some horrible words. (Funny thing about it was that Wendy was with me and hadn't had the privilege of driving the hell car before. Every time it yelled she jumped and then yelled. Fun times!)

A week later I was called into a meeting with my supervisor. Apparently, while driving the canyon to Price the hell car recorded me going 103mph in a 65mph zone. Yes, 103mph!

I was in such a state of shock that I just started laughing uncontrollably. Then proceeded to remind my supervisor all the problems with the car, where I was at, and um, there was no way I was going 103mph. This is a Ford Focus..... I think it would explode if I got above 80mph. Seriously, pieces would literally start falling off at that speed. (Also, I've never gone a 103mph in any car, let alone a work car where I'm being monitored EVERY SINGLE mile).

Needless to say, I will never be driving that car again. Oh, and apparently there are "sanctions" that may come due to my excessive speeding.

Anyway, I'm still pissed off and have spent a lot of time yelling about the entire situation. One day I may think back and laugh, but for now I will be angry and hate the hell car and motorpool. (And yes, I like to hold grudges!)

Buzz...

Eugene

LOVES

(which is a nice way of saying so completely obsessed

that he can't even function adequately)

Buzz Lightyear.

Everything he does is focused around Buzz Lightyear. First thing he does at my house is run in and find the Buzz Lightyear toys. Which he then holds the entire time he is there.

So when I heard Toy Story was coming back to the theaters - in 3D - for two weeks I knew we had to go.

Eugene didn't really like the glasses (they were adult size and barely stayed on his little nose) and got a little antsy towards the end of #1. Stinky Pete wanted to stay for #2 because that is her favorite. But in the end, we only saw about 30 minutes of #2. They both said they wanted to go back to my house. It was definitely too long for a young child to sit and enjoy (or even an old child... I was SO sleepy), but we had fun.

And there was plenty of BUZZ for Eugene to get excited about!

(Funny side note... I bought some material to make Eugene some Buzz Lightyear pajama pants. I showed it to him prior to telling him about going to the movie and getting to wear 3D glasses. So everytime we talked about the movie and I asked what we got to wear at it he would respond with "Buzz Lightyear jammies". I kind of thought he would throw a fit and state he had to wear the jammies to the movies, but he didn't. Just his Buzz Lightyear jacket).

Boop Boop A Doop

My office is moving to a brand spanking new building. I have known this for over a year now, but it is actually going to happen in the next month. So for the past six months (that may be a slight exaggeration, but only slight) we have been getting e-mails about "the BIG move." These e-mails consist of ideas on how to clean up your excess items (junk) e.g. duck figurines, mini teapots, babies holding flowers posters (all of which my boss currently has) to make the move easy and affective.

Today was the first of our two casual dress days (defined as sneakers and jeans) in an effort to make packing easier.

Then I saw this.....

(Sorry for the blurriness, it was on my Blackberry and I was trying to take it on the sly, or DL if you prefer).

I'm still not clear on how casual became pajama pants with Coke and Betty Boop designs. I really need to start paying attention to directions, apparently I have been following them too closely (since I wore nice jeans and clean sneakers).

(And for all those thinking that it is ok because this woman doesn't work directly with the public.... this picture was taken in the front foyer of the office were the general public enters. So that is not an excuse.... and really there is never an excuse for pajamas at work. Seriously, never!)

G(irls) N(ight) O(ut)

Stinky Pete is having a birthday. She is my favorite, so of course I went a little over the top with her gift.... And bought Miley Cyrus concert tickets. Aaron went in on it with me, so the price wasn't outrageous (for hers, but I still had to buy my own - and that hurt the budget).

It was the WORST concert I have ever been to, and that includes all those drunken, pot-smoking ones at USANA. Seriously, Energy Solutions Arena has horrible acoustics (actually none at all) and the entire time all it sounded like was screaming.

And just to make things better, Miley was sick and really did a poor performance. Although I have nothing else to judge her by(except the millions of TV things she has done), it was sad that I paid (a lot!) for tickets and felt like I only got half a show.

The entire set of songs, probably only lasted 60 minutes. Overall it may have been an 80 minute show with all the time wasting of stage set-up, costume changes (seriously, we came to hear you sing, not change your outfit after every single song), and "flu recuperation".

I doubt I'll ever go to another Miley concert.

Worst of all, it was Stinky Pete's first concert experience, and it was terrible. One day I will take her to something else to give her a true concert experience.

This was actually my favorite part of the entire night.... she sang, "I Love Rock and Roll" and I danced and sang my little heart out.

Train Wars

I've had to go to court several times in the last month for work. Since I'm no longer a regular at court, I don't have the glorious stickers to park for free. So I figured rather than paying to park underground, or risk parking at a meter and getting a ticket, I would just ride Trax. The stop is only about two blocks from work, so it seems like a good idea.

Trip 1: I barley missed the Sandy train, so I ended up on a University train. I got off at the exchange and only had 10 minutes until court. I figured I could walk the three blocks faster than waiting. But the problem was I had on cheap shoes (that are fine for cuteness, but not for power-walking) and ended up with horrendous blisters. And when I got to court I was all sweaty and gross.... perfect! (Sorry Judge, don't mind the drops of sweat running down my face.... sorry about the sweat drop on the official court documents).

Trip 2: I was better prepared. I wore my fabulous Dansko's (seriously, these are one of the best purchases of my life) and didn't wear a belt (which I would have to remove to go through the metal detectors). Everything was moving along nicely until the train was slow and I was late for court. But the day was much cooler so no sweat was dripping off my face. And court is always behind schedule, so I didn't miss anything.

Trip 3: I gave myself extra time to wait for the train. Lucky number three proved to be the best trip of all. It even included a man yelling at his imaginary friend, "No you had better not. OH, I can't believe you. I told you," and so on.

I really wanted to get a picture of him, but worried he would stab me. Just picture a white trash, stringy long haired man yelling at his own reflection in the window. It was awesome!

Some days I think I should just ride the train from end to end so I can watch all the people. (And it would be a great time-waster when I'm avoiding work).