Thursday, October 30, 2008

It's Time For Treats

Happy Halloween, GLORY!fans! Peruse the Halloween fun we've had thus far.

This is my big pumpkin. His name is Earl. Someone punched him in the eye because they didn't like his purple jacket.

And this is Howard, my little pumpkin. His scar cries nightly.

Rusty's monstrous Dracula-woman.

And . . . some guy named Chuck.

This isn't apropos of Halloween, but we ordered our future tombstone. Thought you'd want to see that.

This is how Target gets all of its money in troubled economic times. They put our name on some piece of crap and we buy. No, it will never get old.

Old Pumpkin Row

This is my so-called scary look.

I like to draw on food, put it on my head, and then toss it in the garbage on November first.

Rusty says if I don't start making out with him more often, he's going to cut a hole in his pumpkin woman and stick his tongue in her.

By the way, Rusty is wearing his professor costume.

I display our Halloween bounty. We're lucky we had it since, apparently, Auburn residents declare trick-or-treating happens when it's convenient and started ringing the ding-dong bell a night early.

I, too, like to dig into some Halloween Laffy Taffy.

The Great Halloween Choke.

This isn't my costume, but I like the classiness of this mask.

See how classy?

It is truly classy.

Some old man got in the house and I didn't like it.

But, truly, the scariest thing this season is the McCain-Palin sign across the street!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Photos You Haven't Seen

All the fun we've been having since we moved to Alabama.

It's been over a month, and we never bothered to report it here, but we went to Atlanta on my birthday to see Kathy Griffin perform. We narrowly avoided missing the whole thing thanks to our own incompetence with the change from Central to Eastern time zone. Here I am in our hotel room, with a view of the Fox Theater, where Kathy performed.

I immediately got sick for a week, so Rusty waited to make my 30th birthday cake.

It had magic, instant-melting candles.

I wore the t-shirt everybody's sick of, just for the occasion. Meanwhile, back in Auburn, men with a ball continued to run around, and that means that everyone must wear an orange t-shirt.

The Auburn tailgate is such a magical experience that I managed to run into my dad's aunt, cousin, and second cousin, as well as old Michael Smith from the Center for Writers, all in the same day.

Only one other event nearby could even approach such magic . . .

The Syrup Soppin' Festival in Loachapoka. I have to say, though, that despite all the throwbacks to the 19th Century--the pop guns, bales of hay, mule rides, people sucking on sugar cane, and Hannah Montana crafts--there was a definite dearth of syrup soppin'.

And one final picture for your delight.

Our shower curtain.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Bimpy and Stinky

Click the image to see a video of Carrie and me preparing for night-night.

Thursday, October 09, 2008