Like a kid in a candy store!

Well tonight we were working on packing up the crib for long term storage, (I know, kind of sad, also kind of scary to think that the next time it comes out of storage it will be for a grand child. Note to the monkeys, that better be a LONG time from now).

Anyway as we were working away the phone rings. I hear the caller ID announce in it's computer voice DemonRat Party.

I go running across the house yelling, Oh Oh Oh! I get to answer this one! You know, I would think that they would do a little demographic research. They might see things like NRA member, TSRA, (Texas State Rifle Association), semi active donor to the Republican Party.

On the other end of the line is some poor, (a. dumb college student without a brain, (hey does that mean he's on his way to IraK?) b. homeless, (hey come work for us, we will pay you in beer and cigaretts) or c. Outsourced offshore call center).

He proceeded to read his little script in something approaching broken kind of like english. I took the opportunity to put on my best, "Good ol' boy Southern drawl" and tell him all about being a member, (as in FORMER) of good ol' Communications Workers of America and how I was a WORKING MAN and by damned voted for the WORKING MAN.

He proceeded to tell me all about early voting and how important it was to vote, (I heartily agreed to that). He then asked if I knew were the voting locations were, (I had to act kind of confused at that and let him stumble his way through the computer to point me to both early voting and the polls on November 7. I had to ask him though that since, "this here early votin stuff's still going on, can I go vote early and then go vote on November 7?" He kind of dodged that question.

I strung him on for another 10 minutes or so all the while biting my finger to keep from busting out laughing.

He asked if I had any more questions, I told him, "just one more. Are y'all runnin that Zell Miller feller? I really like him!" Dead silence as what little of his brain that was functional, imploded. I could almost hear the gears grind to a halt.

Eventually he picked the script up and started telling about the two demoRats that were on his script.

I couldn't contain myself any longer as he was waxing on about the local demoRat candidate for governor. I had to break the news to him. I'm voting for Republican Rick Perry!

All Hallows Eve...

Last night the Monkeys got to dress up & go out in the neighborhood with Mom for Trick Or Treat! It was a lovely chill night, with clouds and lots of other highly decorated young'uns running about.

However, yesterday was a flurry of trying to get said costumes thought up, designed, constructed etc for at least one Monkey...Originally Monkey3 was to be the old Bear costume. But I decided at the last minute that just wouldn't do! So, I though a bit, and "Pirate" came to mind for her... Perfect! I thought, now can I DO it well, and in time for dinner?

First came the headgear--plenty of hankerchiefs for that! And I found two blue striped shirts with a vaguely nautical flare to them (layered for the cool night). Pants came in the form of some too short fuzzy sweatpants (aka bloomers!). Footwear was originally to be sandals, but with the cool air, I opted in the end for a pair of black ropers. Now what pirate is complete without an eyepatch and sword? I won't go into details on the eyepatch, but there is something amazing about watching a 2yr old navigate in the dark wearing unfamiliar footgear and an eyepatch! The sword was the classic childhood variety, cardboard and tinfoil!

Monkey2 was a little easier, his costume having been decided by his choice the other day and noted in the previous blog. He was Army Guy, aka Marine Guy! Monkey1 was easiest of all, as she wanted to be in the same costume she wore last year, The Terrible Triceratops Rex! Yes, Triceratops Rex, you've never heard of that dinosaur? Neither had I, until she decided it existed, and she was IT!

Here are all 3 Monkeys ready to go out on the prowl for candy!