trick or treat.

Halloween is right around the corner, which means it's time to prep. for J.'s annual Halloween bash. Last year was a helluva throw down, and I spent most of the following day half alive in a hangover induced coma. While I am not planning on partying 'til I puke this year, there is still much fun to be had. What happens at J.'s, stays at J.'s!!

Here are a couple of shots from last year. Most of my pics are too scandalous to post (lots of blackmail worthy candids of many of you... so be nice to me or else! haha)

I was a sexy school girl with a harry potter twist.... I'm still clueless as to what I'll do this time around.





I don't really don't know what is going on here... ;)

Ummm, yeah. No comment on this one.

Anyone have any ideas on what I should do this year??

spidey love. ha!

I don't really know what to say about these pictures. It's weird... perhaps a bit creepy, especially for someone who is typically terrified of spiders. But, I have certainly become quite the spidey fanatic. Ok, I wouldn't say fanatic... it's just that instead of knocking it down with a broom, and splatterin' his (or her) guts on my patio, I have decided to live harmoniously with my 8 legged neighbor.

And... yesterday, when Ike's gusts threatened to blow the apartment windows in (I'm surprised my patio chairs did not end up in the pond) I thought he was gone for good. Then, as the gusts turned to a breeze, he reappeared, focused on making another magnificent web.




I promise I did take pictures of other things, such as the pond, ducks, kids feeding the ducks, dogs chasing the ducks, and a lady bug that landed on my toe. Tonight, however, I am only inspired to share the spider shots.

Sweet dreams everyone!! ;)

itsy bitsy spider my ass!

So, I must be bored, because I have spent the past 30 min. researching spiders in Kentucky. The two who made my acquaintance today on the patio were very large and very scary. If I am to continue to frequent such visitors, I would like to know who they are, or more importantly, will I die if they bite me.

Unfortunately, I can't say without a shadow of a doubt what kind they were, as none of the pictures on UK's critter files website match their description.

I have now stared at enough spiders to sleep knee deep in nightmares for the rest of the weekend. Hell, I might as well go rent Arachnophobia and make a night of it... or not.

remember to shift yer rear.

Ughhh. My blogger site is so messed up... which makes typing this a little difficult. It was like this several days ago when I logged in, and I was hoping it was a glitch and would be better the next time around. I was wrong. Still, I am back, and rather proud of myself as it has only been 5 days as opposed to 3 months! *pats self on back*

Today was a lazy day, filled with laundry, naps, and killing spiders on the patio. Seriously, I love the view from the patio, and much prefer a pond over a parking lot. But, if we are not careful, the creepy crawlies like to set up residence.

Aside from being lazy, I've been in a rather shitty mood. I've not been depressed lately, and I know from experience how that feels. But, anxiety has become a daily battle.

I hate my job, and now that I have been promoted I can't walk away from the money. (Back in July I finally got my own store). For the first time in my life I am not living paycheck to paycheck (knock on wood), which used to be a constant thorn in my side.

Even with the new pay flow and other happy happenings in my life, I awake every morning with an achy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I miss my old store and my old friends. I feel like the odd man out, which I suppose is for the best. I have taken on the role of "boss" fairly well, maintaining a distance that I am not used to. I never realized how much work it was going to be... how much was going to be on my shoulders.

(J... if you happen to read this, know how lucky you are! You have a staff of people who care about you and know exactly what is expected of them. You can leave for a month, and they would hold down the fort. My store would probably burn to the ground if I left them for more than a weekend)

Regardless, even with my growing anxiety and apprehension, I am giving it one year of my life. There is a chance (fingers crossed) that once I completely adjust it might become enjoyable again. Change has never been easy for me, but I'm not one to walk out on something I care about.

"There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place" - Washington Irving.

going to the chapel.

I am currently trying to drown out the incessant quacking coming from beneath my window. The new place is next to a picturesque duck pond, and occasionally a mob of feathered friends make their way to sleep beside the patio. I only wish they would lose the need to serenade each other before retiring.

Anyways, before heading to slumber, I am making myself sit down for a long overdue post. It's been forever (again..) but what can I say other than I have been a very busy girl.

There are more updates than I have time to share, but I suppose the most important (and somewhat shocking news... as I am still a bit in shock myself), is that I am sportin' a shiny diamond ring on my left hand. Yes folks, I am officially engaged to be married. I have held off on sharing the news here and on the other sites I call home, my only explanation being fear...

I keep thinking the rug is going to be swept out from under my feet... it's hard to accept that I deserve to be this happy. I keep thinking he's going to change his mind and realize how unworthy I am. It would be a shame to scream at the top of my lungs that I am going to be Mr. Him... and then have to take it all back.

Still, everyday I wake up, and he is here loving me just as I am... a silly girl, with more hang-ups, quirks, and fuck-ups than any man should have to put up with. Of course, he isn't perfect, and I wouldn't want it any other way. He never gave up on me, and by the grace of something bigger than the both of us, we found our way back home. Sappy? Yes. Do I care? No. :)

He's out of town for a couple of weeks. I am going a little crazy without him. I forgot how much I hate to sleep alone. Lucy on the other hand loves it, and is currently stretched out on his pillow, happy to have a whole side of the bed to herself. She pricked her paw earlier with my Obama '08 button (it's a good thing cats can't vote, cuz he may have lost one there) hehe... i know, i'm a dork.

This is where I begin to ramble, so instead I will say g'nite and return very soon to share more ground breaking news in the life of c. lou.

buenas noches.