Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?

As many of you may be aware, today is a little known holiday called "All Saints Day." Less commonly known as "Halloween" in some parts of the country. *cricket, cricket* Anywho....I went to Leigha's school for the Halloween parade and party and we enjoyed ourselves (FYI, there was a kid dressed like a whoopie cushion. Nice.) When Jason got home we went to the community bbq, then Jason holed up at the house while I braved the mean streets in pursuit of candy. It started out well, people smiling at the girls and saying how cute they were...but when it turned dark the trick or treaters got older and older. We've lived here two years and this is the first time it's been bad. A 10 year old kid got offended that Leigha was talking to her. "What's your name?" "Leigha." "Yeah, I don't KNOW you." Little snot. We kept going and after a while we were followed by a kid who wouldn't stop scaring Brianna. Finally I turned and said, "She's THREE!" The kid took the hint. I was greatly amused when Bri freaked out about some plastic spiders that were sitting harmlessly on a doorstep. As it got later, there were just teenagers left, which isn't bad....but they were all wearing "sexy" costumes and smoking. Yeah...I came home not too long after that and said, "Turn the light off, Jason, they don't need any candy from us." We had a pretty good night, all in all, but compared to previous years, meh. *edit* A couple things I forgot to mention. There was a group of 12 year olds and they gave the girls a bunch of candy they didn't like, which was very sweet of them. Also, instead of saying Trick or Treat, Brianna simply marched up to the houses, thrust her pumpkin bucket at the person and said, "I want bubble gum."

Ah crap.

You know what sucks? Trying on many different outfits and still ending up looking like me. Ugh.

It's simple, just hire Ron Jeremy!

Hung out with the Hype 7 this evening. We had a "sketch writing meeting." It basically means we hung out, drank, and laughed while talking about random crap and had a great time. Jen is amazing, though. She brought her laptop and while it seemed for the most part like we were just goofing off and nothing was getting accomplished, she kept typing and by the end of the evening, she had a whole list of ideas and quotes from stuff we'd talked about and improvised. I do wonder what's going to come of it. I just love how tight knit the group is, such a phenomenal group dynamic. I'm really enjoying them. I helped record a bit that Bryan had...something about a guy who got a hernia trying to impress a girl by lifting waaay too much weight. It was pretty funny. Anyhow, I dreaded driving home because there's no radio (as of yet) in my new car, so I was there until almost midnight, and we had started at 7:30. We have rehearsal tomorrow night, too. Can't wait!

Awesome!

I would totally pay nine bucks to see this.

Horse sense

Today Leigha and Bri competed in events for the American Royal! We were at Kemper Arena all day long (and all last night as well) and I'm soooooo tired. Bri competed in two events. Lead line, in which she sat on the horse while Sheila led her around the arena with a rope, and stick horse, in which she rode around the ring on a stick horse. Yes, really. It was so cute! We didn't have a stick horse so last night I fashioned one out of a dowel rod, paper bags, string, and staples. It turned out really cute. When we checked her in for that one they asked me what the name of the horse was. I said, 'The stick horse?' 'Yes.' 'Oh....uh....give me a minute.' I came up with a name pretty quick (what can I say? I do improv.) and she took off prancing through the ring with all the enthusiasm a three year old can possibly muster. When the event was over they lined them up and "judged" them just like a real horse event, then read their names off and told them to get their ribbons (they all got blue ribbons). They got to her name and had to read the name of the horse twice, to much laughter. "Brianna Robins riding Maggie Paper Baggie....that's Maggie Paper Baggie. Oh my." Leigha competed in two events also, the lead line class and the small fry walk/trot. The lead line class was technically not allowed....but they bent the rules a bit. There's no age limit on the lead line class, and an older guy who had stalls next to ours in the stable told Leigha to take the rope and walk him around the arena. So basically there's all these little little kids being led around the ring by their moms, dads, and grandparents, and here's Leigha, leading a man old enough to be her grandfather. Nice. The walk/trot class was the big one, it consisted of Leigha walking then trotting her horse around the arena. Unfortunately, she ended up not trotting at all, even when they said to. Why? Because they said, "Jog your horses, please, jog your horses." Jogging and trotting are the same thing. Leigha had no clue. So basically she's walking her horse around in a circle, reversing, and walking her horse around in a circle again...not trotting. The other horses had very subtle trots, too. When Mecca trots her entire body moves up and down and she actually picks up speed. The other horses looked like they were just doing a semi-fancy walk. So poor Leigha had no clue what was going on! She got fourth out of four, but she did so well considering she was lost half the time. Oh well, she'll know next time.

Tissue issues

I don't know what's going on, but every time I log in I have to reset my password. It's getting on my nerves. Anyhow, so just when I think I'm over the uber cold, my allergies show up. It's like, "Oh, come ON! I've forgotten what it's like to not be a freakin' mouth breather! I'm starting to creep people out on elevators!" Not that I typically ride elevators, but I like to think that if I rode one, my standing there breathing out my mouth would creep them out to the point of casually shuffling into the corner and staring at whatever they're holding in their hands, and if they're not holding anything, then staring at the wall. I also like to think that the hypothetical wall is reflective and they can see me staring at them, mouth agape, trying to breathe, just watching them in the reflective wall of the elevator on which they're trapped. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, so I'm almost positive my lingering cold and allergies have merged at this point, and are conspiring to kill me, or at least my taste buds. This sucks. Good news, though, I do have a car so if I die, I can totally drive myself to the hospital.

Quick! Dodge!

Today was a strange day in Jessicaland...Jennifer was on the phone with me nearly all day because she kept being sideswiped by problems. Like, serious problems. They're trying to move and the kid who retrieved their truck hit another truck in the lot with it. Later Joey sprained his ankle while moving things out of the house. As if moving isn't stressful enough. There was more to the story too. Later Jenny picked me up and took me to the chiropracter and then up to the airport to meet Jason. We went to Jennifer's to say goodbye to them, had some dinner, and waited for an important phone call. When the call came we drove out to a house to look at a car. Jason checked the car and it was mechanically sound, it was cute, it was blue, it only had 130,000 miles on it (the van had 256,000 when it died), it was a four door, and an automatic. We test drove it, it was great. We totally bought it! $775! I have a car again, woo hoo!!! It's not a complete piece of junk, woo hoo! Did I mention it was blue? Jason drove behind me to our house and we dropped it off (it's not liscenced yet) then he took me to rehearsal. I was really late but I had called to tell John what was going on. It was interesting...I walked in in the middle of the longform and literally felt the energy in the room change when I came in. Not that there was anything wrong before I get there (yeah...so not an egotist like that) it just changed, and I could feel it. It was interesting how palpable it was. I got there just in time to do a second longform and then we talked about things for a bit. I wasn't there for long but it felt very productive and refreshing. Everyone was happy to hear about my new car. Ah, I'm so wound up it's not funny!