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Robert Goulet: 1933-2007

First Halloween

Our first of firsts as "marrieds". We gutted. We carved. We now have awesome carved pumpkins. Mike kept with his Jason theme. I however carved Steve Perry (yes i know it looks like a girl), legendary rock god. We still have a dream of owning a Corgi and naming him Steve Perry. What can I say? We heart Journey. And Steve Perry.

Halloween at the Market

"Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story."
::Mason Cooley::

The bewitching week has begun and Mike and I got a head start on Saturday evening at Market Street Books. Saturday morning was spent rummaging Chapel Hill for bits and pieces of what would become our costumes.

I, of course, had a terrible time figuring out what I wanted to be. Seeing as I haven't dressed up for Halloween in six or so years I was uneasy about being thrown back in to this creative whirlwind. When I was younger it was so much easier. During my early years I was a ballerina, a bride, a clown (once or twice), a witch (more than once), a fairy, and a fatigue-clad marine.

My tween years saw such costumes as a bobby soxer, day and night woman- complete with half face cream/makeup and curlers. I even resorted to Charlie Chaplin for several years and a medieval princess. I have to say, I was pretty proud of the Chaplin getup. He's my favorite.

But now that I've been out of the game for so long, it was difficult to bring my A-game. It didn't happen.

Mike, after our viewing of Friday the 13th: Part VI Jason Lives, became obsessed with being Jason for the Halloween shindig. By the way, I totally called every death in the movie. (Like it's hard, but whatever). And secondly, eww.

So, here are some photos of the scary yet endearing JasonMike. Oh, and me as a golfer/school marm. Not sure what I was going for, but i got to carry a golf club some of the time.

scary Jason.

the softer side of Jason.

Arnold Palmer, eat your heart out!

my doing

there are things...

that you never want to hear come out of your husband's mouth:

-"Honey, I want a divorce."
- "Oops, turns out I fathered another baby."
- "This printer is sexy."

Oh, wait. Turns out my nightmare has been confirmed by the utterance of the last quote. I kid you not.

returning to a love

There are times that you become so busy with life that the small (and wonderful) stuff gets side lined. After the women folk left yesterday and Mike worked, I had the chance to rekindle my love affair with the Beatles. I have had a passionate relationship with them since I was ten or eleven. Frightful how long ago that was, right? Right. It started so long ago that I don't remember how it started. I can, however, tell you it began before the Anthology series was released. I am no fair weather fan. My favorite song is probably Eleanor Rigby. The haunting string arrangement has always moved me. One strong memory comes from my eighth grade year. A quartet from my first high school came and played for our orchestra class and they played Eleanor Rigby. I'm pretty sure I was the only one in the class that knew what the song was. I have several favorites and they include little known Hey Bulldog and Norwegian Wood. I love any song in which the sitar is played, and I am not a fan of the album Revolver. I understand the importance of their Mercy beat days and their restraint on George Martin when they could. Their music is in me, it's part of me. I'm glad to have revisited it again. I hope I hold onto it for a while.

on the gross side

nothing has bothered me more in a while than the phrase

"i prefer chin meat."


don't question it. it's not worthy.

an atypical day

Under normal circumstances I get to school around quarter after seven and my first class comes at ten after eight. Due to unforseen circumstances I didn't have a class until 10.30. I may have had to work on Columbus Day when countless folk had the day off, but enjoying three hours of work time plus my lunch break- priceless!

uh, what?

So, our new friends next door are great. Young, fun, similar in lives and such. Just how similar, Si almost went to Grove City and he had a cousin who went there. He knows exactly how desolate Grove City is. Go figure. We're everywhere!

Astounding

A remarkable things happened this evening. I was buying some cheapy cheap scissors for my kids to replace some sad safety ones. While I was in line I got to chatting with the lady behind me. Surprised by the rather large pile of scissors she asked if I was a teacher. Here's where it becomes astounding. This blissfully random stranger gave me five dollars to pay for the 25 cents per pair scissors. She said she had two sisters who were teachers and understood what we go through for our kids. It was amazing. What do you say to this? I was speechless and she would not let me turn it down. Astounding.

Humanity, it's still there.