Halloween

Yes, i went quite a while with no updates. But now that my dad went and got himself the best phone ever, we are able to text and catch up, and i use texting a lot with my other family members and friends too. Texting may be one of the greatest inventions of all time, i love it. I really have no excuse for going so long without posting, especially since i got an early birthday present. So here are a few pictures to show whats been happening the last month.

Zieak and i went to san antonio in the middle of october. Work for him, play for me. We got to meet up with our friend matt who lives in houston now and his new girlfriend. While zieak was in a session one day, we took a little tour of the alamo. It was not as impressive as i expected. There has been so much development around the building itself, it was hard to feel the history. I managed to only get a few pictures there, and that was it for camera use in texas. I really should carry it with me more. It is quite bulky, and doesn't fit into the small cute purses i like to carry. The texas state fair just happened to be going on while we were in dallas, so that's what we spent our last evening doing. We didn't get there until about 7, so most of the livestock had been corralled out, but we did see a huge pile of bacon (a prize-winning pig.) We went on a wicked twisty ride, and ate pretzels, corndogs, and fried alligator. That was my first state fair, and if there's one state who goes all out, it'd be texas. It was pretty neat y'all.


One week after we got back was the bar halloween parties. We started the evening at hilary and andy's house, where the drunkest girl scouts i've ever seen showed up. Troop 69 was in the house, proud of their patches which included "threesome" "duck fart" and "porn star." Then the naked hippies arrived, causing the loudest laughter by far. I needed some liquid courage in order to enter any costume contests, and i suceeded in time to win third place at the harbor bar and first place at kitos. I won enough money to pay for my costume and drinks for the evening plus some. I wish halloween happened three times a year. Zieak and ryan went as the guys from CHiPS, but it seems the citizns of petersburg don't applaud officers of the law. A great night was had by all.

always willing to give

I must share this dream, as it is so totally bizarre. Last night i dreamt that zieak and i were laying in bed when we saw headlights shining through the window like someone had pulled into the driveway. By the time we got to the window to look, it was daylight, so headlights wouldn't have shown up anyway. We saw the chiropractor and his wife (*names withheld - this IS the internet) rushing up to the house, looking in the windows and knocking on the front door frantically. They didn't even wait for us to answer the door, they just let themselves right in. We threw on robes and ran downstairs to see what the hell was up. She was holding a small cardboard box with some paper taped on the outside. Written on the paper was "Oct. 4. Thanks for the meth." There was also a phone bill or something attached to the box. She proceeded to explain that the box had been delivered to them because their phone number was one digit off of ours. They were furious and were on their way to report it to the police. I of course freaked out, feeling embarrassed and scared, even though we had no idea where it came from. Zieak started calmly talking them out of their rage, and by the time he was done, had the box in his hands. At this point, the chiropractor turned into Tom Cruise (*what can i say - it's a dream!) and he plopped in front of the television. There just happened to be a Tom Cruise documentary on which he became mesmerized by. I tried drawing his attention away with a compliment, "Tom, i like your shirt." (He was wearing a see-through lace button-up shirt.) But he was infatuated with himself on screen. And that was where i woke up, confused yet entertained. I've often thought of leaving a small journal next to the bed to jot down these completely random dreams. What a book that would be to read to the grandkids!

wait for weight

I made it to the weight room today after work. It seems to become easier the darker, wetter and quieter the days get. Finding parking was tiresome in itself - rows and lines of dark, wet mechanical monsters waiting quietly. The gym building is always alive, bright, children everywhere. As i stepped away, i just listened. In between lonely emo and driving punk songs, there was a short silence. But during that silence i heard so much. The whirring of the fan, the squeak of one pedal on the elliptical, the barbells softly clanging together at the apex of a lift. All of these sounds formed a rythym, one which i would have been content to listen to the entire session.