Halloween, HSM3 and bald eagles

Well, for Halloween, Michael had a screw in his head, again. You'd think he'd learn, right? Wrong! Every year, for the past three, right around, oh, say, October 31st, he gets into some sort of accident with a huge screw ending up in his head.
I was Charlie Chaplin, and I think people didn't like it, because I dressed as a man. Because, in the immortal words of Eve, "It is so much better to dress like a slut." It is really like MEAN GIRLS out here with Halloween. I think it is the lack of creativity, or just people not being secure enough in their personalities that they are afraid to get a little ugly. Mike's family was great, though. Jeanette was a fantastic witch.
We went to Thriller, a local show here in St. George. It was nice. And long. And boring towards the end. They kept making jokes about Lorena Bobbit. The girl playing her was pretty good. Her voice was ok. But, come on. Lorena Bobbitt went through a lot of crap with that abusive husband of hers, so I felt bad even laughing about her troubles. That dude sucks, though. She should have cut off his arms and beat him with them. (Thanks to Moe Howard for that one!)
I do tend to go in the opposite direction of whatever the status quo of St. George is. I think it is an immature coping mechanism.
I talked to my new VT companion today! I am excited to have one, and to visit teach. (Not-mormon people, visiting teaching is just a little thing in our church that gives you an opportunity to visit people in the congregation and get to know them a little more than you initially do. It is usually fun.)
We saw HSM3 yesterday, as neither Michael nor I had to go to work. It was boring. I liked the first two, but this one was boring. Sharpay is cooler than Gabriella, and Sharpay's brother is my favorite. Ryan? Is that his name...?
We went to Kolob on Saturday, in fact, we hied there. HAHA. We saw two bald eagles.
We went to Michael's parents' ward on Sunday, and saw some interesting people, and some BORING ones, as well.
We are going to Texas for Thanksgiving, and I CAN NOT WAIT!
Then, two days later, we are going to Park City. I got a new fuzzy hat with which I can keep warm.
Okay. Enough for now. Enjoy the pictures. They are random. Peace.

When I was young...

I never needed anyone...
And making love...it was just for fun...
Those days are gone.
AALLLL BBYY MMYYSSEELLFF!!
Just playing!
Michael left for a week-long engagement in California, the Gold Rush State, yesterday. He will be doing things like the activity shown in the photo. I just have to give myself props for not shedding a tear. I was so worried about it for the 6 prep days leading up to it, and then I couldn't perform for the door way send-off. I was proud, but, when he called me 7 hours later to tell me that he and da boyz had arrived safely, he said that he was sort of sad that I didn't cry! I said, "Son, now don't act the fool! Big girls don't cry! If you're expecting tears to be dropping from my orbital-facial area, you got another thing coming, and you're about to get served!"
I was sad, but I kept busy folding laundry, which we washed at the filthy little laundromat one morning. It smelled like severe body odor. Not the clothes, the laundromat. It is a sketchy place, as places in St. George, Utah tend to be. Psyche.
Then, I dropped movies off in the drop box at the (Heaven bless them!) Hollywood Video on Sunset. Seriously. The one in Charlottesville was full of little buddies of mine. The one blonde kid knew me on sight, and didn't even ask me for ID, and we became so close that he stopped charging me late fees, and even looked up in this special book the locations of Hollywood Video Stores out here in Utah's Dixie. The other guy, the swarthy one with curly hair, used to talk hard-core LOST with me, and he also ceased to apply late fees to my tab.
Anyway, it was fast Sunday, and I fasted because I am so righteous. JK. But, I was starving and getting a little grumpy. So, when I finally had dinner, I got a headache from the glass of icy cold water, which, according to Wikipedia is common among women.
Then, Lindsey came over, which was way fun, and we watched ANNE OF GREEN GABLES. So good.
This time change is crazy, huh? It is almost 2 o'clock? Plus, we went to sleep at like 9 pm last night, like a little pair of losers!
Tonight, we are going to watch the sequel, and then on Tuesday night, perhaps something else entirely!
I think things are looking up.
I read "One Fifth Avenue" by Candace Bushnell, of SATC fame. It was definitely entertaining, but it betrayed me. When I picked it up at Barnes and Noble for 30% off, with my membership price, it swore to last me until my husband returned. Frailty, etc.

Remember the 90's

Whilst the husby works on works, I wash some dishes and watch some memories.
Thank heavens for VH1, right?
I know, I'm a loser, baby.
But, truly. Seriously, dude. This is my life. Music is very important to me, and I have always jumped unabashadly from genre to genre. Some folks will answer, when asked what kind of music they like, "Everything but country," or "everything but rap."
Haters, how much you miss.
Vanilla Ice? Vogue? Heart-shaped Box? MmmBop? How about, "can you bounce with me, bounce with me, bounce-ba-bounce bounce with me?"
80's, 70's, 00's, this is how we, Generation X, do it.
They made an interesting comment about the "Man in a Box" song by Alice in Chaing. One of the comedian/actors that always make profoundly funny comments said that "Man in a Box" expressed the way that everyone in the nineties was supposed to feel. Like we didn't want the world to see us, 'cause we didn't think that they'd understand.
And I started thinking...
I often feel misunderstood, or like I don't belong.
That's just me. But it is also my effing generation! Remember the nineties. Those are my peeps.