NaBloPoMo’12: A Scandal in Suburbia

Tonight was “make up Halloween” on my in-laws side of town, so while Charlie and I watched A Scandal in Belgravia, my mother-in-law sat in the wasp room (apparently, they’re having a problem with wasps (not the Protestant kind) in the house, and as such, have quarantined the living room), waiting for trick-or-treaters.

By the way, A Scandal in Belgravia was awesome, but I totally did an, “Oh, come on!!” at the end.

There were only 5 trick-or-treaters this year, a record-setting low for them.

Since moving out to Chestertucky, I think there have been a total of five trick-or-treaters in my whole tenure. Even Charlie, down in Ashland, only had one this year.

What happened to trick-or-treating? Have we replaced it with “trunk-or-treating” so that our kids are safer? Do kids just not trick-or-treat in lieu of having Halloween parties at school?

I look back on my time trick-or-treating with great fondness, having two huge blocks I could cover in an evening. And it was about showing of your costume to the neighbors (and for me, being the weirdo innocent voyeur I was, seeing how people lived by what I could see in through their front doors), and hoping you ran into friends so you could see their costumes.

And there’s part of me that thinks that if kids don’t have that now, that’s a bummer. I feel like they’re missing something vital to the fabric of their childhood. But I suppose that is the lament of those getting older. Experiences become different for each new generation, but maybe no less steeped with meaning.

NaBloPoMo’12: Comfort Food

I should have started this post earlier, because I had way more to say before I got tired.

So, lesson learned: write NaBloPoMo posts earlier in the day.

Charlie felt bad for me in my bad days, so we went out to Flour for comfort food. I had the pork tenderloin & belly on a bed of polenta with brussel sprouts. It doesn’t get any more comforty than that.

We’ve both decided that in our Top-5 beers, Kentucky Bourbon Barrel holds a firm grip. That stuff is amazing, and this is coming from a person who generally will not drink bourbon.

We had a really good conversation about what we wanted to do with ourselves in the future.

All in all, a good way to round out the day/night. I’m glad I put in the effort to put on makeup.

Happy Daylight Savings, all!

Friday 5 for October 5: Specific Favorites

So, I had every intention of getting up this morning and doing cardio to balance the strength training I’d done 2x this week, but yesterday ate me alive, and I was up very late all this week cramming reading in, so I opted to wuss out and just get up at “regular time.”

I regret nothing.

This weekend, Charlie and I are headed out of town, so I’m hoping that I’ll be escaping from cloudy Cleveland weather and can enjoy the leaves changing with some sunshine.

I think we’ll be taking Charlie’s ride, and since we’ve established that I don’t drive stick, I’m off the hook for driving and can get caught up on all of the items I’ve Pocket’ed through the week (including a boatload of fanfic) and read through them.

I may even try to get ahead in my textbook for class. Maybe.

Anyway, onward! To the Friday5!

  1. Where is your favorite tree?
    I have a tree in my memory that is/was on my family’s farm. It was a weeping willow near the pond. I think of that tree a lot when I see a weeping willow. I think that weeping willows, next to Japanese maples, are my favorite tree.
  2. Where is your favorite chair?
    My favorite chair currently is the down-stuffed sofa that belonged to my grandmother and got passed on to my mom. It’s a more formal sofa, but because the cushion is stuffed with down, it’s a great place to take naps.
  3. Who has your favorite hair?
    I love Wisely-Chosen’s hair. Love, love, love it. Every iteration.
  4. What’s your favorite mug (or other drinking vessel) like?
    It’s the bright orange, 32oz plastic stein I got this summer at ComFest. I use it as my drinking glass at the office. And that’s how I get 4L of water in a day.

  1. Where’s your favorite parking spot (not at home)?
    Probably my clandestinely-gained one in the parking lot at my office. Keeps me out of the elements!

Source: f.riday5.org

So, Yeah, This is August

So, the second half of the summer was not as exciting as the first, as far as events are concerned, but this happened:

At the beginning of August, Charlie took a nasty spill off of his bike and suffered a mild concussion, some lacerations, and maybe a bruised rib.  He didn’t need stitches, and it wasn’t a major concussion, thank Bob, but his helmet is annihilated, and proof that helmets are a good idea.

They let him leave the hospital in the gown, because the shirt he wore in there was covered in blood. I wanted to take him just like that to the mall to freak people out, but the party pooper said no….

So, I only got out on the bike once this year, but at least I got out. Next summer, I won’t be taking two summer classes, so I’ll have more time.

Earlier this month, the MomZ and the DadZ took the family (including Charlie) on Family Vacation to Western PA to go whitewater rafting on the Youghiogheny river in OhiopyleNational Park. Charlie had not been rafting before, so he had a great time. He and the MomZ want to do the Upper Yogh, which is a Class V. I, on the other hand, do not care for being wet or cold, so I think I’ll just dip my toes in next year.

Not only did I make Charlie prom pose with me, we made the MomZ and the DadZ prom pose, too.  I think I’ve decided that I am going to ruin every photo opportunity with Charlie and I by prom posing in it.

…And I would show you pictures, had the MomZ sent them to any of us. I went digging through her camera and her computer, and there nowhere to be found…as far as I know, they’re in the internet ether. Maybe someday I’ll show you….

Here’s what I will show you, though. A picture of me at Mattress Factory, a gallery of installations. I liked it: I think that it’s awesome that there are two entire buildings devoted to delightfully weird installation pieces. (And that, my friends, is bona fide art criticism: I was an art student!)

You will note that Charlie is specifically absent from this picture. That is because had he been in the picture, one of us would have been trying to put the other into a submission hold because only one of us knows how to drive stick shift and said person had to do so in stop-and-go I-376 traffic across a city which’s downtown highway planning was clearly mocked up by the city planner’s toddler in preschool art class. And said person tends to drive angry in Pittsburgh traffic, so, there would be no “loving couple” pictures that day.

The bag is the Ninja Octopus bag by retropopnamu on Etsy.

Also, since Charlie, Zero and I road-tripped to family vacation together, I did get this one picture of us in the hotel parking lot while eating roadside kettle corn and waiting for the MomZ and the DadZ to get to the hotel.

I clearly like the pink plaid button-down. That thing is comfy. Not incredibly flattering in photos, but comfy.

Gonna Start a Fight Tonight

For the first time in the 10 years that I have known him, Charlie got a haircut. Kind of a major haircut: he went from shoulder-length hair to a messy type of short hair cut.


He was very ready for the change, and I think it’s very becoming. I was looking through old pictures and was kind of missing the long hair, but the reality was that it was high time for him to have a more sophisticated style.

And, he’s really jazzed to use hair goo every morning.