Happy Halloween, Yo

Year #2 on Stanford Drive brought fewer kids for trick-or-treating than last year. But, we still passed out candy to all the delinquints that stopped by. The worst was the 40-something year old black man that screamed, "Trick or treat, smell my feet, I want something good to eat." Dummy, doesn't he know it's, "Trick or treat, smell my feet, GIVE ME something good to eat." Anyway, we made good on the promise to have beer and candy. Even Hannah participated in the festivities (even though she wanted no part of it). Peters, you'll be happy to see that the $12 you forced me to spend on that ridiculous bejeweled dog scarf got put to use. What was I thinking???

Candy and beer, what a combination

That's what we have to look forward to tomorrow. I mean, beer is the candy for adults, c'mon. Plus, it's the only way I can deal with all the little shits that will be coming to our house begging for candy. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about a Reece's Peanut Butter Cup or two. But, I'll be concentrating on the adult candy. If you feel like it, come on over. We'll have plenty of adult candy tomorrow. However, you may be disappointed to find that I didn't get a pumpkin. Again, priorities, people.

Upgrades

Chris and I have been looking into lots of fun things to update our house. We've had a kitchen designer come out, give us suggestions, and eventually give us a quote. Next, we've had a dude come out to look at converting our non-working fireplace into a working fireplace. Also, we've had a contractor come out and give a quote on putting in a patio in the back yard. Lastly, Chris is thinking about putting in bathroom ventilation fans this weekend so that our shits don't drive peopel out of the house. Oh yea, there's glass block window thrown in there somewhere also. Sooooo, once we get a loan and go nuts, we'll have a phat pad. I forgot to mention that we'll be poor in about 2 months. That's OK...we can make lots of ramen noodles in our new kitchen to keep us fat.

These Guys Are So Lucky

I want to be them.

I Can't Wait For the Weekend To Begin....

Just like the song says. Chris and I will be heading up to Cleveland to celebrate his neices' birthdays. So, all of you in the 'Nati will have to wait until Sunday for us to grace you with our presence. If anyone feels like taking my car in to get fixed while I'm gone, feel free. I'll leave you the keys. The only bad part about going to Cleveland is that I will have to wait until about 10:00 tonight to start boozing. I feel like starting now. Bust.

God Dammit, Son-of-a-bitch, Fuck

I was on my way back from Petsmart, getting Hannah food, when all of a sudden my CD player quit responding. I like to switch to CDs when BPM is playing a shitty song. So, when I went to fast forward to the next song, it wouldn't do anything. It wouldn't even let me switch over to XM. So, I ejected the CD and then it switched to satellite. The radio still wasn't responding after fiddling with it for a few minutes. Then, I tried another time and it was back to normal. I'm very weary because this has happened before with one of my radio/CD players. In fact, I'm on my third one right now (apparently this radio has been a problem in IS300s). So, fine, everything's back to normal... Then I notice that my fog lights are on (I like to have them on in heavy rain), so I switched them off. As soon as I switched them off, my FUCKING check engine light came on. What the hell???? I stopped for gas, hoping that when I started the car back up, the light would go off. No dice. I guess it's just time to get a new car. Any suggestions?

I'm Taking Over

By that headline, I mean the favorite child in the Loos family, at least for the weekend. I know I'll never be the favorite for an extended period since I don't produce grandchildren. BUT, I plan on stealing my sister's thunder for three days minimum. The reason I say that is because I've hijacked my parents' old 8 millimeter movies and had them converted onto DVD. So, I think my parents will enjoy seeing my mother in her habit at Mt. St. Joseph all the way through Bean (my younger sister) at the Superbowl in 1981. This would be my mom's birthday gift to her from me. I expect tears, dammit. If not, I at least expect some beers while we're watching this shit. I will say, it's pretty damn funny to see how dorky my parents were in the 70s. Ahhhh, the good days....

Chris Will Pay

Here's what he does when I'm sleeping late on the weekends.

I Apologize

But, I have to bitch once again about Lost. This "others" aspect of the show this season totally sucks. I'm at the point where I'm about to quit watching the show. There are too many loose ends that haven't been wrapped up and they keep introducing more story lines. Sorry, I'm not biting anymore. I'll give it one more episode; if they don't get back to some of the core stories, I'm done. And they were off to such a good start...

I know, I know, I've fallen off the face...

I've been so fucking busy with work lately that I haven't had a chance to sit down and spew my thoughts out onto the web. Work has been kicking my ass. It's business review time (fiscal year end when I have to report the state/health of the business). It blows. This past week, there were two nights I was up until 1 a.m. and one night I was up until 2 a.m. doing work. Well, tonight's a night off for me. I promise I'll be putting more posts up that are more interesting than me explaining why I've been lame lately. So, what's new...um...nothing. Wait, I take that back. Chris took the lead and called about three things: we now have an official appointment scheduled to have someone give us a consultation/quote to redo our kitchen (YEA!), he called to have our chimney inspected to see what it would take to make our fireplace(s) working (YEA!) and also called to get a quote to put a patio in the back yard (woo-hoo). Needless to say, we're setting ourselves up for poor-dom. That's OK, because our house will rock and we'll have a lot of parties. More to come about the results later. Until then, wait patiently for my next post when I'm sure I'll dazzle you all with some brilliant writings. Smell ya...

Lost...Season Premiere

What a fucking disappointment. If tonight's show was an indication of where this show is going, I truly believe Lost has jumped to shark. Don't get me wrong, I really hope it hasn't, but tonight's opener SUCKED. There were already too many loose ends hanging out there without explanation, so I don't get why they didn't bring some closure to at least a couple of them. I mean, c'mon, when was the last time we saw Hurley or even Anna Lucia? At this point, I think Lost may just have lost me. Not only that, but there are several other shows in HD that are begging me to watch them.

Check Out These Moves

Tim & Benjamin's Wedding

We had a good time at Tim and Benjamin's wedding yesterday. Congratulations, again, guys. Here are some more pictures of the fun. Also, check out Rob's version of the Peanuts dance.