Happy Halloween Weekend!
I love Halloween, so I thought I’d dress up the place a little. (If you’re reading through an aggregator, you’ll need to come to the site and see what I’m talking about.)
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I love Halloween, so I thought I’d dress up the place a little. (If you’re reading through an aggregator, you’ll need to come to the site and see what I’m talking about.)
Last night I dreamed that my aunt and uncle were moving to Hawaii, and I needed to drive out with some of their things (yes, drive). Hawaii, as it turns out, was somewhere near Texas, not way out in the Pacific, and the first island was not too far from the coast. I met my aunt and uncle at a hotel, where we were going to hang out for the night before finding their new place. Before we got very far, though, I woke up.
After waking up, I told Andrew about the dream, and we had a good laugh about me driving to Hawaii in my dream. As we were talking, Andrew was getting his lunch together. He poured out some potato chips into a Tupperware, and then poured out some cereal into a bowl. When I looked at him next, he was pouring milk into the potato-chip Tupperware. I asked what he was doing, and he started getting defensive about it, telling me that he meant to do it. Just to prove his point, he started eating the milk-sogged chips. Ick. And then I woke up, again.
Once again I told Andrew about my dream, and we laughed about me driving to Hawaii and the fact that it was near Texas. We started getting our lunches together, and when he took out the chips, I started laughing uncontrollably. He wanted to know what I was laughing about, but I couldn’t because every time I tried to tell him, I was overtaken by more giggles. And finally I woke up.
No, really, I woke up for real that time.
I had a great day yesterday, despite the cold and rainy weather. JD and Lorna took me out to lunch at Chevy’s, and Goddard had its semi-annual craft sale yesterday, so I bought a bunch of stuff (no Christmas presents, as I’d hoped to do, but a few presents for myself…hey, it was my birthday so I was allowed!). In the evening Andrew and I went to see In Her Shoes (an excellent movie) and had dinner at The Woodlands (a vegetarian Indian restaurant nearby). When we got home, we had cake and I got to open my presents from Andrew. The day would have only been more perfect if I had actually recorded Gilmore Girls instead of the wrong channel.
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Have I mentioned that I love Halloween?? And, I have a collection of metal cookie cutters? Put the two together, and this is what you end up with:

Why am I the first site returned when searching Ask Jeeves for “does sperm whiten teeth”?!?!
Duncan took an instant shine to it:
Artemis, on the other hand, seemed more interested in the bag it came in.
Silly kittens!
More for myself than anyone else, here’s the movies I’ve seen over the last month, but not blogged:
Dobson has also brought astronomy to the sidewalks of San Francisco. He brings a telescope to a street corner, points it toward the moon or planets or, during the day with a appropriate filter, the sun. Then he invites people to look through the telescope. Some people look and leave, while others choose to look and learn (fewer of the latter than former, unfortunately).
I don’t want to diminish the accomplishments of Dobson both the telescope mount and the outreach are incredible achievements. The film, however, goes on to show Dobson lecturing on his view of cosmology. He’s a steady state guy – the universe has always been, with no beginning. Sigh. In his cosmology, Dobson is a crack-pot. Oh well, two out of three isn’t bad.
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BTW, I’m having blogging-motivation problems…not sure when I’ll pick back up again, but things will likely be light for a while…
Have I mentioned acid reflux? I promise that this isn’t going to turn into a constantly-bitching-about-my-health blog, because I really only have a couple health problems, but when they rear their ugly heads, it’s bad.
Friday night, Andrew and I decided to order in from a place that does pasta, pizza, subs, and yummy sides. I suggested that we get fries, since I’ve had a hankering for them for a week or so. Then I remembered that they also had onion rings, so I suggested that we get both and split them. So we did.
Now, my acid reflux is generally under control with high-dose Zantac everyday. That is, unless I eat something that my stomach really, really doesn’t like…such as onions or fried food. So, you can imagine what fried onions might do. Yup. I woke up Saturday morning at about 3:30 AM with a lead balloon in my stomach. I took some Gas-X, and kicked Andrew over to the guest bed so I could make a pile of pillows to elevate my head and neck from my stomach (this is supposed to help keep the acid in the stomach from rising into the esophagus). I can’t remember much more of yesterday I got up several times to watch TV and try to eat something, but my stomach hurt too much to stay up for very long. Finally, this morning, I feel back to normal.
The worst part? Andrew and I had planned on going to Baltimore yesterday and spending the night. We had made reservations on hotels.com for a hotel near the Inner Harbor, and that reservation was non-refundable. Those onion rings, besides costing me an entire day of my life, also cost about $200 of lost-hotel-room. Sigh.
So, if you’re ever out with me, and I suggest onion rings or french fries, just smack me upside the head. Please.
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