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Halloween was last weekend, and for the first time in a long time me and The Hubs went out. We actually went to a wedding Saturday afternoon (a costume wedding – what a neat idea, yeah?) and ate some grilled cheeses with our dear friend The Swisher and then all got ready for a night out on the town.

The plan was to go to Gallery 5, a local art gallery (and so much more) located in Jackson Ward. So that’s what we did. I got my Tarot cards read by a women who seriously had no energy left to give a crap and saw a band that rocked my face off.   Apparently they’ve been around for three years, so I’ve obviously been living under a rock.  I’m probably going to write them up on the other blog I write (for work) so keep an eye out there.

I already put our costume pictures up on Facebook, so I won’t bore you with them here  (since I’m friends with both my readers on Facebook – hi guys!) and I’m sure some other people out there managed to get pictures of the event that don’t look like they were taken by a three year old.   In fact, this person has pictures on Flickr even as we speak.

I can’t believe it’s Thursday already.  I’m behind on everything – from laundry to scholarly pursuits, but I thought I’d take a minute to put SOMETHING here now that I’m actually on the interwebs for real.  No more training wheels.

I realize it’s been forever since I posted anything about Emma, so here is a little story in pictures you might enjoy – featuring our favorite four-year-old.

Emma Jamz
Emma Jamz

It’s funny, because most pictures of drummers are usually the same.  They are just sitting there, behind those drums, rocking out.  That’s what Emma’s doing here.  She’s rocking out.

Emma Roarz
Emma Roarz

When she’s rocked quite enough we went outside for some general running around and going crazy.  This is Emma roaring mightily.  She kept yelling “What?!?!” ala Lil’ John, which I understand is something her parents taught her years ago.

Emma Smilez
Emma Smilez

Give a kid a bunch of candy and juice and they’ll keep you entertained for hours.  Not that we did that…much.

Emma Glamz
Emma Glamz

In my shameless ploy to be Emma’s “favorite” that night, I presented her with a pink feather boa with the brief explanation that every girl needs a pink feather boa.  I saved the tiara for the next time I sense that The Hubs might be her “favorite” that particular time.

**a note about “favorites”.  The Illustrious Father of Emma told us a little story wherein he, Emma, and several other folks were at the beach for vacation.  Emma asked a friend of the family if she would carry her down to the water.  The friend of the family replied that Emma was perfectly capable of walking herself, and Emma said that she was fully aware of that, she would just prefer to be carried.  The friend of the family asked, “Why?  Why do you want me to carry you?” To which Emma replied, “Because you’re my favorite.”  Sneaky, clever, and totally effective, of course.  We all try to be Emma’s favorite every time we see her.  I’m convinced this will turn her into a great lobbyist or movie star, and hopefully not a cult leader.

So, now that you’ve been hit by that tidal wave of adorableness, I will bid you adieu.  I’m off to find interesting pictures and stories to share with you.  After I finish the mountain of schoolwork and workwork I need to do.

Adieu, ya’ll.  Adieu.

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I Owe You An Apology

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Listen, Internet. I know it’s not your fault my ad thingy on my blog got disabled. I also know it’s not your fault that it hurt my feelings and that I’ve been sort of avoiding computers altogether lately (with the exception of my constant research). I haven’t even been filling out those “Living Social” Top Five thingys on Facebook anymore.

I’m sort of mad at Facebook, too. Ask me why some other time, but just rest assured that it’s not always a good thing. It can be the harbinger of bad news PLUS some nice uneeded paranoia and insecurity. Because just bad news isn’t enough.

Quit looking at me like that, Internet. I know that I’m less-than-great when it comes to the self-esteem plus common sense and rationality department. You’ve always SAID you loved me anyway. Now’s the time for you to throw your wide-area-networky essence over my shoudler, punch me on the arm and say, “Buck up, Kiddo. Your totally irrational and freakishly obsessive mind are part of what makes you special. But they don’t necessarily make those things in your head true.”

Thanks, Internet. I feel a lot better.

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Expressions I Want to Bring Back

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I don’t LOL, ROFL, LMAO or anything of the sort. I do, on occaision, SRWFS (smirk righteously while feeling superior), EMTBOCAHM (eat many tiny bags of chips and hate myself), and RMEWIFTCMFSTO (roll my eyes when I forget to change my Facebook status to “offline”). None of those are going to catch on, because they are long and clunky, and because you can’t pronounce them outloud. Although, I get pretty irked when I hear someone actually utter “LOL” aloud.

Anywhoo. There are tons of neato expressions that predate the computer/text messaging/IM/Facebook/Myspace phenomenon. I think we should concentrate on bringing them back. Here is a list of examples:

Calling someone “Turkey”. How I love this. Perhaps best used in the Jerry Reed song “She Got the Goldmine, I Got the Shaft”, “turkey” as a means of addressing someone has to be uttered in a certain way. You can’t drag out the “turkey” like “turrkeeyy”. It’s got to be staccato, like TURKey. TURK + EE. Practice it. Try it on your friends and loved ones.

Responding to the question “How are you?” with “Ducky”, or “Just Ducky”. As an adjective it means “fine”, or “excellent”. You can mean it, or you can say it sarcastically. Either way it’s fun to say and people don’t expect it, so that’s fun too. Incidentally, as a noun ducky means “someone’s favorite”. So you’re sort of implying subconciously that you’re a favorite of some kind, which makes people view you in a more positive light. Note: that last part is utter and total speculation and mostly bullshit.

“I am called…” You might notice that people from countries who speak English correctly (ie any English-speaking country besides the good old US of A) say this a lot more often. My good friend from Trinidad always tells stories about people saying stuff like “I had a friend called Ruth…” and it sounds really nice. Flip it and use it on yourself. You’ve got Instant Importance.

“Fixin’ to” It means that you’re getting ready to do something. “I’m fixin’ to wash the car”. It doesn’t mean like “fixing dinner”. You can be “fixin’ to fix dinner”, but you are not using it properly if you’re merely “fixing dinner’. Dig?

“Golly Gee” or “Golly Gee Whilickers” – People curse too much and too often. Instead of a good GD, or a F’in A, try on a “Golly Gee” for size. You can probably even get the right amount of sarcasm and viciousness into your voice that people will think you’re being edgy.

So that’s a good start. Try these on for size and see how much better you’ll feel.

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