Did I ever mention that now I hate Halloween?

When I was a little girl, I loved Halloween. I loved to dress up, I loved to get candy, I loved watching Halloween specials on the Disney Channel.  I also loved the mystique of the dark-scary things, ghosts, haunted houses, monsters. and witches. It was a time when you could take a break from reality. Reality could be unexpected and mysterious.
Upon arrival to college, Halloween became nothing more than a new excuse to party with a costume on. Girls dressed up as slutty versions of whatever, and beer flowed like...I don't know...candy? Anyhow, I hated it. I hated the pressure to "have fun". What does that even mean? Fun isn't something that can be quantified by how much you drink or how slutty or ironic your outfit is or how amazing your plans are. Fun just happens, independently of holidays.
Now as I celebrate my first Halloween of my 30s, I'm feeling very indifferent about holidays altogether. Why bother celebrating when someone tell you to? Why not celebrate when YOU think it's time to celebrate?

And sometimes I climb mountains in my spare time

How 'bout that view? Of fog...

Rainy summit...no biggie

My own private world

Do you ever find yourself trying to share an inside joke with someone who's not on the inside of the joke? How frustrating, right?! Like, why do you think I make no sense?

In particular there are a few inside jokes that permeate into my daily life because they are just that awesome. I say them, and rather than sharing a moment with my collaborators in its construction, I simply share a moment with myself.

Of note, now is "Dude, don't leave!" and "Sleeping angels". If you're out there and you know it, have a laugh and a moment on me!

Not real corn.

What better way to rot out your teeth in the fall?

How we vote

In Oregon, they mail your ballot to your house, you vote, and mail it in. Fun, that you can drink beer and talk about your vote with your husband while wearing pajamas. Kinda weird, that you don't go anywhere to vote. Will our votes make it there? Will the mailman sabotage our votes? Is there another way to get the "I voted" sticker?

How I do

Got my nails did...what?!?

Shams!

I am currently ob-sessed with pillow shams.  I believe they can turn a bad day good, a rainy day sunny, and make you want to wake up in the morning, make the bed, and go rock the F out of your day.