I am a total slacker. The husband and I have had fantastic weekends for the past 2 weeks and I’ve totally forgotten to take my camera along for the ride…oh well

For this week’s “Look of Love” I thought I’d take a picture of our Halloween pumpkins. Yes, I know Thanksgiving is in 2 days but since we didn’t carve out pumpkins until the day of Halloween, I wanted to enjoy them for a while longer. And then my curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to see how long it would take for them to decay…

A refresher on what our freshly carved jack-o-lanterns looked like:

Batman and Wanda Sue

And now behold…the power of 24 days!

Wanda Sue is holding up nicely, no? I mean yeah, she’s a little long in the tooth (ha!) but she’s nothing compared to the epic decay that is Batman. Everyday I come home thinking that Wanda Sue will have finally let gravity take it’s toll, but let me tell you, she is one tough broad!

*kisses*

Smiley Count: 3

I thought it would be nice if I continued this story…

To preface: the husband and I have a friend, Steven, who is missing about half of his left arm. It’s gone from just below his elbow, allowing his to still be able to bend that joint. When you ask him how he lost it, he’ll tell you a different story every time. (I’ve been told that 1) a crocodile bit it off and 2) he was born that way)

For Halloween he bloodied up his left shirt sleeve and (for lack of a better phrase) his stump. We found this hilarious, obviously

Our friend Lori who had never met him before asked:

How long do you think it will be before your arm gets tired and you take it down?

Steven, without missing a beat began to wiggle his arm around and throroughly embarrass poor Lori. Priceless

—preface over—

Around 1am on Halloween my husband kindly asked me where the duct tape was. Without thinking I told him and then the light bulb went off…

I walked into my kitchen to find my husband had done this:

My husband duct taped a fake arm to Steven’s stump. The best part? It’s totally the correct arm…

I promptly fell on the floor in a fit of giggles and Steven offered me the help of his “strong hand” to assist me off the floor…

Cue hiccups…

*kisses*

Smiley Count: 2

**Yes, we realize we’re totally going to hell for our actions…I must atone…

I think this week tested the old tried and true statement: “The things we do for love”

Let me preface all of this (before the husband does) and say that yes, I do in fact enjoy the band we went to see. However I did not enjoy the 3 bands preceeding.

This past Friday the husband and I joined some friends and traveled down to Myrtle Beach to go to the Dethklok concert.

For those who don’t know (and didn’t click the link, for shame!) Dethklok is the fictitious heavy metal band that the cartoon Metalocalypse is about. The creator of the show does most of the show’s vocals and decided it would be awesome to go on tour. (side note, it is rather awesome to see him switch in and out of characters)

In the end, it was fun and was totally worth it to see my husband act all giddy.

Who doesn’t love a bucket of beer?

Side note: 6 Yuenglings in a bucket at a restaurant? $12
1 16oz Miller Lite (they didn’t have Yuengling at the venue,
that was a sign I should have paid attention to…)? $5.25.

Should have stayed at the restaurant…

After the concert, while standing outside waiting to meet the band.

We didn’t get home from the concert until 5am. Needless to say, I didn’t do much of anything on Saturday.

Saturday night we went to play with some friends. One of our friend’s sister came over and I think my face pretty much sums up how I feel about her…

*kisses*

Smiley Count: 3

It was a great party. It certainly was. Too bad I missed half of it! Though apparently the half I got to participate in was the better half, but I’ll get more into why in my ‘Post-Hiccups’ post

The husband and I carved our pumpkins. He free-handed his Batman pumpkin and I free-handed my pumpkin that I named Wanda Sue

Among the many hors d’oeuvre I also made a cheeseball man. (and he was delicious!)

After several attempts I captured a “smize” worthy self portrait

Ghetto Batman lurked and kept us party-goers safe

A friend brought mini highlifes (didn’t know they existed!)

And other friends insisted I drink one using only my boobs. (reason #397238957 why it’s awesome to have boobs? Natural Beer Shelf )

So yeah, pre-hiccups was awesome! We played beer pong and watched some of a Nightmare on Elm Street movie and ate good party foods and just enjoyed spending time with friends.

Then the hiccups descended…

*kisses*

Smiley Count: 6

Happy Halloween y’all! I promise a post later about my Halloween party. That will be in two parts: pre-hiccups and post-hiccups. (for those who don’t know, hiccups are my kryptonite) It was one crazy night!

I was a pirate thanks to Kari and the husband was Ghetto Batman. He decided apparently that he wants to add something to his costume every year. Which is fine, but next year he’s going to have to add two things b/c he’s never getting that grappling hook back after he tried using it to climb down our balcony…twice. (And that was pre-hiccups, just imagine the trouble people were getting into post-hiccups.)

After some friends came over to help us clean up the destruction we all decided to go out to lunch. Look how tired we look! My hair is epic.

*kisses*

Smiley Count: 2

Alternate title: Before the husband got sick…

Alternate, alternate title: I cleaned my house all weekend b/c my husband got sick and we’re having a party this weekend…

This is pretty much how every first picture of the weekend looks. It’s annoying and I’d like for my husband to stop it. B/c you know it only results in my slapping him and making him even more uncomfortable by having to take another picture. (also making him uncomfortable? getting slapped, in public, by me, on the regular)

I had our friend Lori take these pictures b/c I realized the majority of our pictures are taken by me.

And then I went ahead and took a self-shot. B/c I’mawesome like that

*kisses*

Smiley Count: 2

Before I get a slew of comments telling me I should be more careful, let me preface this with the following:

1. I have no danger rader
2. This happened in broad daylight with at least 10 eye witnesses
3. Yesterday I rocked a pair of electric blue tights
4. Seriously, no danger radar…at all…

Yesterday during my 3 o’clock lull I took a walk to the convenience store to get myself a Diet Dr. Pepper (read: nectar of the gods).

As I was waiting to cross the street someone honked at me. Thinking they appreciated the blueness of my tights, I smiled and waved politely and then made my way across the street continuing on in my quest for the delicious refreshment that would bring me out of my daily work coma.

To my surprise the man driving the car that honked at me had pulled into the convenience store, rolled down his passenger window and motioned me over.

(YES…I know that I should have just ignored him but lest you forget: No Danger Radar )

Also, I’m a super nice person who thinks the best of everyone…

That’s the definition of having no danger radar…isn’t it?

So I walked over thinking he was lost and needed directions.

And this conversation took place:

Creepy Man in car: “Oh! I’m sorry, you look like someone I’ve givena ride to before.”

Me: “That’s ok, I just have one of those faces.”

CM: “Well do you need a ride?”

Me: “Um, no thanks, I’m right where I need to be.”

When I got back to my office I told this story to one of my co-workers and she wondered what happened to the woman who looks like me that he gave a ride to before. Personally I think he made a skin suit out of her. (obvi the clip below is NSFW)

Hehe

Side note: When I got in the store a man getting a fountain drink told me he liked my “stockings”. When I told him I also have a hot pink pair he said I must have a lot of confidence.

Why yes, yes I do

*kisses*

Smiley Count: 5

So it’s no secret that I have a lot of love for my girl Margarita. But sometimes I wish she lived a bit closer so it would be easier for me to strangle her when she posts articles on Google Reader like this: An Asteroid Could Have Killed Us Tonight. Thanks for that Marg, I mean that’s just pure awesome.

In reprimanding her long-distance via computer she tried to ‘Deep Impact’ fact check me by saying that an asteroid had to quite large to not burn up in Earth’s atmosphere. While I appreciate her trying to calm my fears with tidbits from a fictional movie, I believe she’d missed my point:

Earth being hit by an asteroid is most definitely on my Top 10 list of ways I do not want to die.

No seriously, I have a Top 10 list of ways I would choose not to die if I, you know, had a choice in that matter…

10.Terrorist attack

9. Hanging

8. Electrocution/Burned at the Stake/Anything having to do with burning really…

7. Lethal Injection

6. Earth being hit by an asteroid

5. Firing Squad

4. Drowning

3. Childbirth

2. Car accident

1. Cancer

Yes, I realize that some of these typically only happen to convicted criminals on death row. And some of these are out of practice, but still. I’m terrified of any of these forms of death.

Did I miss any?

*kisses*

Smiley Count: 1

What a crazy weekend! Saturday I spent the majority of the day at Mom and Dad’s new house helping them clean. And Sunday I spent the majority of the day cleaning my own house and installing plastic sheeting to keep the cold out this winter. (I’m not turning on the heat until November and I really want to try to keep the gas bill relatively low this year).

Friday night was pretty much the only time the husband and I were able to spend a good chunk of time together in the same room.

The husband was in the middle of playing Singstar Queen. And he really didn’t want me to take this picture. Good thing I did since it’s the only one of the two of us from this weekend.

I could have failed my project before the end of the first quarter! Can you imagine???

*kisses*

Smiley Count: 1

I did it!

Some random woman at the hair salon scolded me for not donating my hair. I know it looks like a lot but that’s probably only 6 inches, as opposed to the 10 you’re supposed to have to donate. Don’t scold me. I would love to donate my hair. Unfortunately it never gets long enough. Seriously. My hair stops growing at a certain point. And then it thins out at the bottom b/c of brushing. So, as much as I would love to donate my hair, I cannot…

You probably want to see the final look now right?

I love it.

It took a long time to style this morning b/c I’m not used to it. I need to get one of those hair-dryer/curling-iron thingeys, see if that helps. The back is nice and layered but there’s no picture of it b/c I can’t get it to stop flipping out! Hence the need for the new hair tool.

*kisses*

Smiley Count: 2

**and that’s why scarves were invented!