Overstuffed lady bug

When I saw the beautiful lady bug costume at K-mart I had a pretty good feeling it was a kids costume. The main tip off was that it wasn't a slutty lady bug (because all women's halloween costumes are slutty, if you haven't noticed that) and also because the tag showed a kid wearing it. The costume was soft and fuzzy, only 7 dollars, and it didn't rip when I put it on, so I decided to go for it.
When I got it home I realized the size was actually a four toddler. Way too small for a normal sized adult. I've decided it's OK because halloween costumes are supposed to be silly anyways.

Root canals aren't that bad!

I had a root canal on Wednesday, I was worried about it, but it didn't hurt at all! And now I also have a bottle of Vicodin for my non-existent pain!

Lost in the corn

Last weekend in North Dakota, my friends and I were gorging ourselves on some home cooking when we decided to go through the "haunted corn maze" before hitting the bars. (That last sentence is a really good example of a run-on sentence)
While walking through the corn maze I got the bejeezus (is that how you spell bejeezus, maybe it is really bejesus? and what does it mean?) scared out of me approximately 5 times. We took every wrong turn before we got on the incredibly long but correct path, by the end I realized I had spent the whole first part of the day walking through "corn mazes" while pheasant hunting, and now I just wanted to go to the bar (aka start drinking). We finally reached, the end, hallelujah!
But, wait, bad news, where is my cell phone? It was in my pocket, but I jumped up 5 feet in the air everytime something jumped out from the corn. Worse yet, it is on vibrate, crap crap crappity crap. How will I ever find such a little thing in 20 acres of corn? arrggghhh. I will never get to start drinking!
We call the phone anyways, and luckily one of the goblins found it and gave it back to us. Who knew goblins were so nice?
So the moral of the story is to make sure you put your valuables in a zippered pocket when you go through a haunted corn maze, especially if you have something important to do afterwards!

Don't ask me to dog sit!

After shooting skeet in the cold all day Saturday I could NOT wait to get home, eat food, and take a long hot bubble bath.
Unfortunately I had to make a quick stop before I got home. As has been happening a lot lately, one of my friends had asked me to dog sit, and it wasn't so hard of a favor, so I agreed. I like dogs, but the thing about dog sitting is A. I'm lazy and B. I have no dog to "get back" at my friends. So I wound up swinging by her house to let the dogs out and feed them. I decided to put the dog on the leash to be extra safe when I let them out to do their business. Unfortunately when the chihuahua saw James, it freaked out and managed to slip out of its collar and bounce away like a rabbit. I know it shouldn't be hard to catch a rather overweight chihuahua, but the giant Chow I had in my other hand did not feel like running, it felt like just standing there, like a lump.
We spent the next 1.5-2 hours searching through latino meth neighborhood of one thousand dobermans, searching desperately, worried about every white shape on the road that ultimately turned out to be a McDonald's/Wendy's/Hardee's bag, and then searching for scraps to eat in the aforementioned bags. OK just kidding about the last part, but we were really hungry.
I had to make the call, "bad news, I've lost your dog".
Fortunately for me, my friend wasn't mad, and the dog was found later, waiting on the doorstep to be let in.
The positive part of this experience was that now hopefully, none of my friends will want me to dogsit for them.

Home snowy home

I am glad I'm taking my trip home to North Dakota next weekend, and not this weekend. Here's why http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051006/ap_on_re_us/winter_storm .

my dream last night

I had a dream last night that I was invited to Hilary Duff's b-day party! Every 13 year old's dream!
It was pretty fun, Lindsay Lohan was there too. She wasn't being that nice. First of all mean things, Hilary was playing her Hilary Duff CD and Lindsay turned it off, everyone at the party gasped, uh uh she did ant (I spelled it like that, so you'd know it was said in a voice that was SASSY)! Lindsay turned on MC Hammer instead and no catfight ensued. But I remember thinking, I am so going to sell this info to Star magazine for $500. Later Lindsay wanted me to knit a placemat for her spaghetti plate she was pretty bossy about it and I was not down for that.

Visitors!

Thursday night I was doing laundry, the most dreadful chore on the planet, when my college roomie Alanna called me. She was on her way to a trance in Arkansas, and was 30 minutes from Cookeville! She said she and George would swing by the laundry room and we could hang out, just like old times! I was so excited I couldn't even finish highlighting the journal articles I had brought over to occupy my time while waiting for my clothes to become clean and fresh.
Thirty minutes later I was on Willow Ave flagging down Alanna's silver and zebra striped jeep. I gave Alanna her birthday present, a Hawaiian Luau gnome, and she loved it. I knew she would because Alanna likes to pretend she is a gnome, and a gnome in a grass skirt is a little silly. I brought them back to my apartment to drop off laundry and showed off my apartment and the dog, Sherpa that I am dogsitting. We picked up James and went to Crawdaddy's to eat 25 cent oysters. When we got there they had no oysters, but we were intrigued by a beer our waiter described as "not really dark, but not really light, strange looking". We ate drank and were merry. George and Alanna had to leave, but not before I pawned off on them a Marie Claire, and some black beaded Indian ballet slippers for George. Their visit was the highlight of my week.