Livin it One Day at A Time

It’s Halloween and I’ve procrastinated…

First I wanted to be the shower costume from the Karate Kid (Thanks Heather). When I didn’t have time for that I decided I wanted to be Daniel-San (aka Ralph Macchio), in the White Karate Kid set up. When I couldn’t find some white shirts I decided to go as one of the Skeleton Kobra Kai (Also seen in Donnie Darko). Unfortunately I don’t fit into a kids medium costume, so that had to go out the window.

Did any of you know that there is Karate Kid The Musical?

If there was a chance to belt out some old time Peter Cetera “Glory of Love” I’d be there (Yes, Yes, I know, from the the Karate Kid Part Duex, but I think it was really ment for the first film, that kind of song needs to be sung to the GF played by Elizabeth Shue)

Then I tried to find some gray beard/mustache so that I could go as Sean Connery. Alas, there was nothing. That went out the window.

Then I looked for some funky teeth, bad looking Avalanche clothes, so that I could goad my co-workers with my anti Colorado Avalance sentiments. Wal-Mart didn’t have any (Injustice!)

I got up this morning. thinking… What to wear…

So this morning.. I basically put on my In-N-Out Chef Shirt, and white pants, then decided Nah. Followed by my 7-11 Shirt, followed by my McDonalds shirt.

Threw those all out. Eventually settled on a Camo set up.

This is once again, to make fun of the fact that Coloradians come to hunt, fish, and mess up the fine lands of Cheyenne.

Hmm. The costume may change before the party tonight.

If I get my Pea Coat.

Oh, and I found me some Peeps. Blessed. Blessed Peeps. Why are they so good?

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Erin’s Column posted today.

Some of us were quoted.

I’m now expecting a backlash. You know. The kind where people google for what I said, find where I live, and send Trained Ninja Asassin Monkeys after me.

I don’t know about ya’ll, but I’m getting my paintball gun & ammo, buying an asbestos suit, and heading for my new bunker in the hills.

Just know it was me, if you hear on the news “Man killed by pack of monkeys”.

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I have a few guilty pleasures…

Ok, I have a lot of guilty pleasures..

Ok, with the exception of my Church Calling, I’m 100% guilty pleasures..

I’ve found a new guilty pleasure..

While I was suffering from the Black Lung, I started to watch a show called Arrested Development. This show is funny. I’m not talking shoot milk through your nose funny, I’m talking shoot a sandwhich through your nose funny. Yes. It’s best not to be eating/drinking/thinking about eating or drinking when you are watching the show.

The basis of the show is that you have a family, who have been privelaged all their life, but are now dealing with the father being in jail for corporate fraud.

The entire ensamble is what makes this show so funny. The older brother GOB, who has a dream to be a magician, and even started the magician’s alliance (which he was later thrown out of). The brother in law, Tobias Funke (played by David Cross), who is very gay, without knowing it. Even George Michael, the son of the main character, delivers lines and has facial expressions that are uproariously funny.

It’s good stuff, it’s a good time. You should Tivo it for tonight.

Really you should.

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I’m in a rut. I’m also without creative ideas.

I need ideas for a Halloween costume.

Or for those of you who don’t like to call it Halloween, “The day that everyone puts on costumes and hands out candy to make kids hyperactive” day.

Last year I was a Clown.

A rather cool clown.

The year before, well, I don’t remember. That’s what happens when you grow old.

I can tell you I was a cylon when I was five.

Once again, that’s what happens when you grow old.

So, if ya’ll are willing, throw me some suggestions.

Chocolate Chef?

Badly dressed single man?

Wait.. That wouldn’t be a costume for me…

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I continue to cough.

I’m not talking a danty little cough either.

I’m talking body wracking, brain hurting, eye popping coughing.

I think I’m ushering the next black plague.

Of course, being the stereotypical bachelor/male that I am. I’ll be going to the doctor, only when I am a knocking on deaths door.

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Ohhh Eeee Oh…

Growing up, the siblings in my family made fun of each other. If it was changing a name, or changing a song, we did it.

Unfortunately Gordon never had a song.

Until Mother Goose Rock-N-Rhyme.

Enter Gordon, the son of Mother Goose. His name was, “Gordon Goose”. The similarities were just too close.

Somehow, this little Disney movie had ZZ Top, Paul Simon, Little Richard, Cyndi Lauper, and a host of other actors and actresses.

Near the end of the show, it had a nice little rock number.

“GORDON! Never Really learned how to play

Ohh eee ohhh

Always been a stick in the mud.”

Oh, and Gordon, I’ve ordered a copy from Amazon.com.

It’s going to be digitized, then ya’ll are going to have to see the lyrics transcribed and a nice little review.

I’m such a Pop Culture Junkie.

Or at least a Disney Culture Junkie.

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As told by a three year old

“The tornado came, and took the dad from the basement, because the door wasn’t locked. He then flew away.

And they drove after the tornado in trucks.

Sharks can be in tornados.

Sharks will eat you”.

Best review I’ve heard in a time. I had fun. My friend and his wife let me watch Survivor over at there house on Thursdays. I somehow manage to get fed (if either of you two read this, I am so grateful for the food. I now eat something good for me five times a month.).

I enjoy talking with the boys as well. They are at the age where, if you ask them something silly, they look at you like you are crazy. It cracks me up.

Unfortuneatly, I won’t be watching any survivor tonight. I’m sick.

I had a speaker call and cancel on me for Sunday, I have Activities group members who I can’t find, who I have to get a check to. This is all without bringing up any of my personal life.

The stress is getting to me, and I think that’s what’s caused me to get even sicker. So what do I do even when I call in sick. I do Work. I just don’t feel like I have enough time.

I’m a big dummy.

So, once again, Some Lyrics.

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles confusion–
is nothing new
Flashback–warm nights–
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after–

sometimes you picture me–
I’m walking too far ahead
you’re calling to me, I can’t hear
what you’ve said–
Then you say–go slow–
I fall behind–
the second hand unwinds

chorus:
if you’re lost you can look–and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you–I’ll be waiting
time after time

after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows–you’re wondering
if I’m OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time–

chorus:
if you’re lost…

you said go slow–
I fall behind
the second hand unwinds–

chorus:
if you’re lost…
…time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time

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