The Streak

Oh my lord.  So, I wasn't feeling good and didn't want to stay in Bowling Green till 10 pm for Sean to get off. I asked our aunt if she could give me a ride home.  So sitting at the all day red light behind another car, by the car lot and KFC, I was looking towards Taco Bell.  I had just mentioned not having anything else but Taco Bell's sign to look at.  All of a sudden, I see a man jogging. So I'm looking and realize that he was naked.

OH MY GOD THAT MAN IS NAKED!

Aunt Shawn realized it when I did. We died laughing.  Sadly, he was already onto the sidewalk and past another car.  If I had managed to recover in time, I swear I would have yelled WHOOOOO out the window.  He was wearing nothing but his tennis shoes. Lord help.

As someone asked, what about his package? Well, there was enough that from a side view I could see it bouncing.  He looked fit enough, brown hair.  That's all I got.  The people on Scottsville road got a bloody eyeful, I'm sure :P

I hear he's been arrested.

Onto other news.... At work today my friend was telling me that his nametag he was wearing at his job managed to jab him in his nipple. Oh how I laughed.

My friend, Ali, has decided that southern women aren't very classy.  Apparently he says I'm not either.  To try to be funny, he called Kacy classy. 

Me: Ooooh
Ali: Catfight!
Kacy: It's a fight now
Me: Lobby, Five o clock.
Kacy: I'll be there

Then we died laughing.  The fun I have at work.

The Slut's Holiday

So, this post is a slight crazy mix of many things, but I'm in one of those moods.  Currently I am watching The Puss in Boots Halloween short while eating supper and such.  He is so darn cute. Oh my lord, and the kittens are so freaking cute in this it is crazy. I've been reading articles for almost two hours.

WATCH IT! It's on Netflix.

So, I'm currently procrastinating like crazy. Which is incredibly stupid - I have a midterm due tonight at 11:59 pm.  I've read four out of the six articles, so I am working on it. It's only 1700 words.  This is really annoying. I just want to kick myself over and over and get myself in gear. I have five hours to do it.  I hope I don't take that long.  I'm disappointed in myself. Friday I cleaned, read my book for my club, and did a few other things that was actually useful.  Then I attended my spa party.

So Beauti Control is actually pretty awesome.  I have the Detox bath soak which is excellent for getting rid of migraines.  For hosting the party I was also given a forty dollar wrap that you can freeze or heat in the microwave. I'm in love with this thing. My husband thinks it's pointless, but I love it. It also helps with migraines, and cramps.  Haha!  The party was great.  Heather was funny as normal and I kept teasing her. I'm terrible.  We had cupcakes, coke, coffee, apples, cheese and caramel.  Danielle was great, the products are awesome, and we all wound up ordering something.  I got "Sugar and Spice" instant manicure stuff for my hands which makes your hands feel a-freaking-mazing. I also ordered tinted lip balm which I'm hoping will keep me from applying chapstick about thirty times a day. I may start selling in January because it looks like fun, they don't rain all over your parade like Avon, and I'll need something to do.

So, on to the title.  I must say that America has managed to make almost every woman in its country self-conscious of their bodies to the point of it being debilitating.  All we seen are celebrities who probably eat strict diets, pay insane amounts to people who help keep them fit and get touch ups on the magazines.  Lately I've been trying to embrace myself, thanks to Heather, and what and who I am.  In our country we are never really given time to find ourselves either. Almost nothing promotes being fit.  So, here I sit, overweight by medical standards, staring at pictures on pinterest of woman with abs, hoping to look like that but arguing that I am fine as I am. I want to lose weight to look better, it's true, but I also want to be healthier. And right now, I know I do not eat healthy (although that's terribly hard to do as a college kid) nor do I exercise enough for my health.  I'm trying to work on it. That's all I can do.  So why do we try so hard to be skinny? In Europe they like girls with curves - heck I like girls with curves.  But it's not what is generally promoted in our society. Though a few corporations, such as Dove, are working on it.

Halloween makes this harder. I mean, I freaking love the holiday. It's tied with Christmas. It might have something to do with the insane amount of decorating I do.  Yet, I dress all pretty not slutty.  I'm not saying its wrong.  Women should embrace their bodies.  But what price do we pay for doing so? On Halloween we become nothing, most of the time, but sex objects.  Heck, I can't even recognize half the characters they are supposed to be because they are so slut-ed up.  Most women look forward to it because they dress like that without the normal repercussions. Is that true? I just don't know.  I know that it's sad when a ten year olds outfit is way too slutty for their age, but clothes in general for kids is starting to turn that way.

Overall, my point is this:  Women should love who and what they are and what they look like.  When it comes to the point that they are so ashamed of their body that they can't even believe someone would want to touch them, it hurts me.  I know beautiful wonderful people who think this.  Their personalities alone would make someone love them.  But instead, they worry about small parts of their body and whether or not someone is attracted to them.  They stand in front of the mirror (heck I do it too) and analyze every little bit of fat they have on them.  It's impossible not to in our society.  The thing is, historically women had curves.  It's natural.  Sure, we should be fit. But we shouldn't hate ourselves.  We should be more willing to work towards the body we want without the sexual pressure - we should just want to be healthy.  My own theory is this:  A man would not touch you, make love to you, and love you to begin with, if he was attracted to you. I've heard too many male conversations that said basically that. If there is no attraction, they wouldn't date you - women won't either.  It's too fundamentally important inside of us to ignore whether or not we like how someone looks.  That's why we all wired differently. There's someone for everyone.

So, women, try to be slightly less slutty.  Embrace your body.  If you are dissatisfied, work towards being healthier.  And be happy with that and the progress you are making.  Being sure of yourself and your body will gain a man quicker than constantly belittling how you look. They probably don't notice half the things we worry over.  And if you need reassurance - ask. Heck, I've asked my husband.  He tells me I'm beautiful.  I may doubt it, but I see it in his eyes.  Try to love yourself.  It's hard to let someone love you when you are questioning yourself.

Jump in Leave...s

I meant to blog last night, but of course I came home and jumped straight into Incubus Dreams, which I finished at 2 am this morning.  I need to update my list now.  Another 700 pages gone.  I'm crazy excited because this is a three day weekend for me.  Due to catching rides, it was either stay home or be in Bowling Green for eight hours when I only had one class and a twenty minute training. I stayed home.

Wednesday, after the fall festival, Heather, Amanda and I were walking down the hill to the cars.  There were a bunch of beautiful orange and yellow, gold and crimson, leaves in the grass.

Heather: I'm going to walk in the leaves.
Me: I'm so joining.

We walked across the road, and started flouncing in the leaves. I was kicking them up with my feet and doing a tiny jig. 

Amanda: You look so "autumny"

We both thought she said "odd to me" so a discussion about that ensued. I LOVE LEAVES

Speaking of leaves. Heather texts me (and I really wish I could do the picture of our convos thing)
Heather: I'm resisting the urge to jump in leave.
(Well.. I thought she was like... wanting to leave somewhere.)
Me: Jump in leave?
Heather: So awkward doing it alone.
Me: (......) I'm confused by what you mean. (Why is it awkward to leave alone...)
Heather: Jumping in leaves alone would be awkward.
Me: Ooooh. You just said "jump in leave." The s of "leaves" was crucial to understanding that.
Heather: Hahahahahaha ohhhhhh English major.

I'm taking that as a compliment.

So I'm at work yesterday and we were all bickering as usual.  It takes a very horrible day for me to not like my job. I have no idea how much I've said before, but I'm a tutor at the LAC for WKU.  So, they were rambling about mornings.  One of my bosses is very not a morning person and this rambled on to being ready for naps.  Another tutor (Megan) says: "At least I'm pleasant for like six hours. You only have two. (To Cole, one of my bosses)"  I just about died laughing.

THE WEATHER IS AWESOME! I think KY became angry I called it a tease. It is in the 50s outside and drizzling. I'm so dang excited it's pathetic. I'm wearing long sleeves to my spa party tonight.

I'm reading In The Sanctuary of Outcasts.  I'm liking it so far. Though it's nonfiction and due to one of my English classes I currently hate nonfiction.  With a passion.  Soooo, yeah. It's for a bookclub though, so read I must.

Shout out to Keith Wynn - Someone who managed to randomly find my blog :) I appreciate your reading it!

Oh - And check this out. It's a blog that has many of the slutty costumes compared to the male ones. I'll blog about that later.

Glad I'm an English Major

Sooo, today we had this awesome Fall Festival for Potter College Arts and Letters kids. I'm a Double English History major. I qualify twice! BOO YA!  So, I was very excited.  I had a midterm in one class, and my last one was canceled. I was super happy about this because it meant that I would make it in time for a free shirt. WHICH HAS A WHITE SQUIRREL ON IT! Which is awesome because yesterday I needed such a shirt.  Life is good.  There were pumpkins, caramel apples, sweets, funnel cakes, music, prize giveaways, wacky photos with drama props, musical instruments and all kinds of stuff.  Tons of fun.

In other news, Hobbit tickets go on sale on November 7th.  I shall buy them at midnight.  Yes, that's right. I will.  Morgan and I are going, as well as my hubby.  Anyone else wanna meet us there and be uber nerds? We are also thinking about a Hobbit/LOTR party.  I can buy this awesome trivia book and we can go CRAZY!  .... Yeah. I'm a nerd. But I love it.

Friday I'm staying home and skipping my only class and training.  I don't feel like being in Bowling Green for twelve hours when I only need to do 12 hours worth of crap and I can spend my time more efficiently at home. I made a 74 on my Eng Lit midterm because I forgot an author completely and did a few dumb blonde things.  No fun, no fun. I must kick my butt in gear. I'm actually proud because I managed to study, research magic, research grad school and a few other random things this morning. Goooo me!

After the fall festival, my wonderous friend Heather drove me to B&N, then I met up with Morgan. We rambled about school, life, the past, the future and whatever else randomly popped into our heads. It was awesome. We also lost the battle with the smelly sweet utter awesomeness coming from the cafe and bought baked goods. Which reminds me that I have a cinnamon scone in my backpack for breakfast. Yum yum. Maybe I'll even make hot tea in the morning.  I love it!  We need colder weather, darn it.  Kentucky is such a tease.

I'm pretty sure I realized there was something I really needed to blog about. And then I forgot... OH!  MY BATHROOM IS BEING REDONE! Hopefully next weekend. We've even bought the tile.  It's getting all ripped out - except the tub - and new floors, stuff for the wall, fixing the toilet, and such and such.  Quarter round will be put down, I'm going to install my shelves, and a vanity. I'll have a sink again! The hole above the shower is going to be closed up.  I'm going to get a thing-a-ma-jig (hopefully) to go over the toilet on the wall. It'll be beautiful.  I'm so darn excited I can't stand it.

We took Mrs. Fuzzbutt to the vet.  He says it could have been a change in her environment (there hasn't been one) or just something aggravated her. He's seen cats just pull their fur out off and on for no reason. He loved my description of her being a diva. We gave her a shot of cortisone to help her out and maybe that will help. If she doesn't get her fur back we're calling her Mrs. Grumpy Butt.

Haunted? Nope

So last night was the much awaited haunted house.  My sister, Becky, sister-in-law, Stephie, Heather and I went.  I must say to start out that I think the ride up there and the wait in line was better than Waverly Hills. Everyone has since commented on Facebook that the tours are way better than the house, so maybe we'll try that another time. I think that the house by KOA in Bowling Green was better than this one.

One the way up there, we were all pretty much spastic.  We saw a hot air balloon landing near Sonic in BG, and we were totally gawking and taking pictures.  We stopped at Sonic for food and drinks, and they were also taking pictures, so that made us slightly less geeky.  Becky and Stephie jumped out of the car and left poor me and Heather trapped due to child safety locks. They are not our friends. We were screaming to get their attention and it took forever for them to notice :P 

Some of the highlights of our trip:

Heather: Why do I always wind up behind the tallest person? I'm too tall.
Me: I'm taller than you
H: No you're not.
Me: Yes I am!
    Ensuing screaming match of childlike behavior
Me: How tall are you?
H: 5' 6"
Me: HA I'M 5' 7" and 1/2
H: No you're not!
Me: You are only taller because of your hair!
And giggling ensued.  It was HILARIOUS! DARN IT!

So we get up the long line to Waverly, after sitting in the car and dealing with the idiots behind us who kept flashing their lights and trying to get around us (Where the frick were they going to go?), when the guy tells Becky, "Go on up to the lady" in  order to pay for our parking.

Becky: What did he say?
Stephie and me: Go up to the lady.
Heather: HE SAID LADY BECKY, GO TO THE LADY!
   This was just too funny because the guy was standing right outside the car.

So Heather went in search of the jeep, and we got on this crazy conversation about Tampons.  Stephanie says she just can't wear them. I'm the same way.  Then Stephie says something about it making her want to gag.

Becky: It's gagging your vagina.

This was beyond funny and resulted in a total breakdown gigglefest. I sincerely worry about my sister and the fact that I share half her genes.

Heather came back and we went in search of the bathrooms.  Sadly, we started memo-ing everything that was remotely funny so we could remember for our blog.  While waiting in line, this guy dressed as a crazy clown starts dancing with people to songs and gyrating to Thriller.
Heather: I wonder how drunk or high he is.
Me: What if he isn't?
Heather: Oh that's saaad.
   With my faith in humanity, I'm betting he wasn't.
Then Crazy Train came on, and yes while using the porta potty, I went Aye, aye, aye. Lol

Last but not least, Becky's GPS, Maggie is an idiot. She'll take you on six backroads to get to the Interstate when it's RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!  Ahem, so we are driving down crazy roads which are curvy when there is a cemetery. We think about scaring Stephie.
Becky: Don't make her scream while I'm driving, it'll be bad.
Heather: Don't you die make me die a Virgin.
Me:  Ooooh she'll come back and haunt you Becky, and when you are having sex she'll scream terrible things at you.
I could so see Heather doing that.

Well, I have to get ready to head to BG. I"ll add in about the actual disappointing haunted house when I get back.  

Remembering to be Thankful

I was going to write this post that was all depressing and talking about how life is getting to me right now because school is stressful, work is work, my house is never going to be fixed up (or at least it feels like it), dead car, blah blah blah... And then Heather posted a blog in response to what I wrote on my last post. I love it so much, I'm quoting it:

"Is one person to sit there and feel depressed because a stranger who knows nothing about their past life or who they are? They know nothing of how wonderful a person you are, how you take in friends, how you high five after dorky jokes, how your hair is naturally straight, how you help anyone when they ask, how you have a loving, but smartassey husband, how you love penguins to a freakish point, how you love practically anything purple, how you love cupcakes, how you love heels and socks, how you can't cook, how you have cloaks and dresses, how you go to nerdy festivals, and how you love everyone.
I fucking hate when you don't feel good enough to have someone see your face.
People love you and those people know you.
No one with you right now is judging you on what catches their eye because you're not fake.
You are a genuine person.

This blog is dedicated to Fallon who  posted this."

 There was more to it than that, but that's the part where I start crying.  I know my life is crazy stressful right now, but I need to stop and be thankful more often. So thank you Heather, for you helped remind me of this and you are a incredibly awesome friend. I am very glad that I met you during the book club (you know, when it was ... the two of us, best book club ever.)  Thanks for high fiving me back and getting my dumb nerdy jokes. I cannot say thank you enough.

I also have some great people who care about me, and love me for me.  Just in general, I want to thank them. There are some truly awesome people that have always been in my life, that I busted the bubble of and made them join my crazy world, and that have come into it recently, that truly mean the world to me.  I will always be there for them, and I thank them for being there for me.

Walking around today, I noticed that smiling at people often gets them to smile back.  And I remember one day when I really needed a smile and a person did that for me.  So I'm going to try to stop complaining as much, and worrying as much, and hold Heather's words close to my heart.  Maybe if I start looking up, things will get better.  I'm usually a positive person and I've been losing that lately.  I hate to do that.  So, darn it, cupcakes and Eiffel Towers shall abound among the kitty cats, and I'm going to be happy.

Thank you. Just... Thank you.

The History of a Word

Not much is happening these days, my dear fellowship.  There is no world to save, it's long lost.  Sad, but mostly true.  Still, it's the little things that matter the most in the world full of chaos, struggle and strife.  I was looking around on facebook today, and I think it is insane how very much our society seems to depend wholly upon the opinions of others.  Or how sad it is that I get jealous of people who look better than me. I mean, I'm the only one keeping myself from looking better, getting healthier, losing a little more weight and toning up.  What sucks is that there are mornings I really don't want to get out of bed and face school and work and whatever else.

Eh, maybe one day I'll get my butt in gear.  Speaking of in gear, I'm doing research. It's not working out well. But I'm trying.

So, to the title:

Tuesday, sitting in the LAC, one of my fellow co workers was wanting to figure out how cuss words became cuss words and how the originated in the first place. Me being the loser I am knew some of the origins for one word. As you may have noticed I never cuss.  So, I'm sitting here and I pop off with:

The origin of Fuck comes from...

And everyone stares at me (this consisting of Nikki, Cole and said co worker - Kenny).  Cole: Did you just say that?

It dawns on me... oh yeah. Yeah I did.

Cole's facebook status:
OMG!!!!! FALLON said a dirty word at 4:27 pm on October 16th, 2012 -- my day has been made!!!!!

Is it sad when me cussing is that amazing to people? I think it's hilarious. Yep. That's all I've got.

Saturday is fast approaching!

The Ramblings of the Almost Insane

School has been driving me slowly crazier and crazier.  Add life on top of that, and I'm surprised more of us seniors don't go running down the road screaming at the top our lungs.  I dropped Latin this week. That was a disappointment for me. I really was enjoying Latin, but it was just beyond my comprehension right now.  The charts were vague things I could almost memorize, and though I had most of the terms, it was killing me with the stress.  Sadly to say, I think this semester I have finally hit my breaking point.

Monday, I went and my test score... a 68%.  I have never done quite that badly before and I had to tell myself not to cry about ten times. I seriously debated till Tuesday night and decided it was the best overall to drop it. I was spending so much time stressing, studying and memorizing for Latin that I was ignoring other more important things in my class. I was also so stressed that I was mostly just wanting to run around like a chicken with my head cut off, or crawl into my bed in a nest of covers and not come out.  Pathetic, but true.  My other classes, especially Senior Seminar, are more important to me and my major. Plus, due to my other classes, I couldn't take Latin 2 next semester either.  Latin is gone for now, but maybe during graduate school, I can retake it and actually have time to proceed onto Latin 2.Vale, Latin.

Otherwise, I met with my professor for Senior Seminar, and I'm working with some new parameters for my research. That's what I'm going to start on soon.  We changed the centuries a bit and what exactly I'm working towards. I have a new hobbit journal, and that's what I'm keeping track of. I'm finally onto something, I think and I'm really excited about all of this. It isn't just a project, it might be what I research for life, and what I become a true Historian doing.  Historian in Progress and all that jazz - see it's really my future.

Other than that, not a lot has happened. Oh, well my car dying. Which I'm pretty sure I've talked about. My father-in-law has burnt out all the gas, but my fuel injectors are royally screwed up. They are eighty dollars a piece and there are four. He's going to try to rebuild them and save lots of money. Because, in order to afford another car and the loan to get it, I really need to sell this one. -sighs-  It all sucks. I'm spending the week with a friend next week because otherwise I have no way to get to school or work. Oh they joys of being me.

Oh - I'm obsessed with this song and the version by Hyuna. It's awesome. I so badly want to organize a flash mob. I can't dance in front of people unless I'm drunk though, plus I'd have to organize it and learn the dance. Ha. Wish me luck.  Still, LISTEN! LOVE! BECOME OBSESSED!!!!!!!  AND THE VIDEO IS AWESOME LOL FUNNY!

Yesterday, Heather waited for me and took me to B&N so I wouldn't be at Cherry till after four.  On our way down the hill, she saw Abraham Lincoln (It's a statue on a bench) and he's looking all adoringly into the air.
Heather: I bet a lot of people take their picture with him.
Me: Yep, you could sit and gaze at him all lovingly.
Heather: I'd put my hand on his crotch.

I just died laughing.  We seriously need to take that picture.  Later, we were at B&N, and I found a book with Abraham Lincoln on it. I raised it up, looked at her and raised my eyebrows. She was like, "Fallon, seriously? You are such a history major."

She completely missed the joke.

I saw Perks of Being A Wallflower last night. It was an amazing movie, and I remember finally reading the book now but I seriously need to reread it again. I also read an article where Emma Watson said she wanted to make the movie because it could keep people from hurting themselves.  I won't go into detail about the movie, but you really should see it. It's all about coming of age, pain, buried memories, and the trauma they can inflict later in life.  Even suicide.  Coming from my past and my life, I've thought about suicide a few times. I would never have the courage to do it, I want to live too much. But I understand it. I've written about it.  This movie, this book, it really speaks to it though. Speaks to it so much that you don't have to understand it, it doesn't have to bellow it out loud, but it whispers the message to you. It's beautiful. Simple as that.

The Promised Epicness

All right, my friends. I have been lazy (or busy) and not posted a blog yet. Heather needs Facebook to see all my pictures dang it.   I have about 400. I'm cool like that.  There were actually less than normal because I had seen all of DC before, and the Ren Faire was so crowded it was hard to get a picture of anything.

So, Friday we all went to DC.  We went to the museum, which was awesome of course. I had been before but they had some new exhibits. Such as the snake from long ago that was 49 feet long. Creepy and such.  The normal underwater stuff, mammal hall and all that jazz was there.  We went and looked at everything, I took some pictures, yada yada.  Then, we hiked back to the car, then back to the greenery, and ate an awesome picnic.  I also saw the sight for the new African American Culture museum coming in 2015.  Yep. It was a giant hole.  After that, it was on to the Washington Monument which was completely closed off because of the earthquake this summer. You could see a few giant cracks in it. Fun fun.  We couldn't even get into the circle around it.  Twas sad.  Then Stephie, Becky and I managed to have a giant laugh fest.  There was even another tourist looking at us and laughing and I think he snapped some pictures.  Twas fun.  After that we hiked towards the white house and the front was completely closed off.  We headed towards the side and came to a protest of hippies and anarchists.  They were screaming "F*** Obama 1, F*** Obama 2, F*** Obama 3" and a few other things as well as "1, 2, 3, 4, we declare a class war, 5, 6, 7, 8, ... something something something."  Really lovely people. One guy even flipped us off. Pah.  After that we headed to the Lincoln memorial and were all about to die.  We managed that and some girl began singing an opera song in one corner. It sounded really amazing actually - good acoustics.  The reflection pool was drained for some reason.  We barely made it back to the jeep.

The next day, was the Ren Faire!  Sadly, because of construction and a new overwhelming amount of people, we were in traffic for an hour when we were literally about 2 miles away from it.  There were so many cars it was ridiculous and I don't know how they weren't braking fire marshal code. They were supposed to be limiting ticket sales but the place was bloody packed and we actually wound up near the farmhouse which I didn't think ever happened.  I want to own a Renaissance village on my property. I would throw parties all the time :P  The faire was fun, and Sean and I tried some new foods. Watched another joust, which I think is losing its magic.  We explored shops and different things and I didn't even buy anything.  On the way up however I found out that my car is pretty jacked.  Apparently the gas I got that night at Minit Mart was crap (My sister in law saw them sweeping trash into it earlier - yay me) and it's bad - Richard says it smells bad even. So there is probably junk in my tank and the lines.  Forty bucks wasted.  Then, the fuel injectors are screwed up. I'm losing oil somewhere.  Yeah, yeah. There are even hoses that need replacing and my exhaust is messed up.  So, I'm probably taking a loan out from the bank and getting a new car and maybe even a second job.

We went home and watched Mamma Mia. It was pretty funny, but sometimes the music just seemed forced.  I LOVED the video at the end however. Toooo funny. And the guys dancing on the beach.  Ah, so funny.  We lounged on the couch and eventually went to sleep. Left at 6ish the next morning, and another 13 hour drive home. I actually managed to sleep for some of this one. I miss my mummy. 

So I'm looking for a car. Keep that in mind.

And school starts back tomorrow.

Darn it.

That's about it for this fun blog. I'm tired, so it probably isn't all that epic and I apologize. More later. Bye oh fellowship.

VACATION DESERVED!

Okay, so it's fall break. How awesome is that?  Sadly I was doing homework on the drive up to see my mom. Yeah, homework.

However, yesterday I was waiting on my sister to pick me up, so I was sitting outside of Cherry Hall.  And a leaf fell on my head.  That's right.  THE LEAVES ARE FALLING!!!!  I was so excited it was ridiculous.

We met Heather and her friend (who I already knew, oh yea) at B&N and she helped her work on knitting her hat.  I miss knitting. But who has the time? Though I Supposed I could do that when I was procrastinating. Besides the point, my friends, besides the point. I bought too much sweet stuff, but the pumpkin latte was awesome. We all shared Pizza.  Heather, friend (I shall have to find out if I can disclose her first name) and I laughed over random utterly geeky things and school.  Even better, said friend works at the same walmart as my hubby, and I when I said he works in Sporting Goods she said "Is he the one that reads the bible all the time"  OMG! It was hilarious, because he just found out that his Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy book looks like a bible. And he sits in the break room and laughs as he reads it.  So I'm sure people think he is a Satan worshiper now.  Ah. Well.

The leaves in VA are downright colorful.  Tomorrow we are going to the National Museum of Natural History, having a picnic, watching a Coral Reef Imax and seeing all the monuments in DC again (my hubby has never been).

It shall be awesome. And I shall take a million pictures. I think I had over a five hundred last time.  Saturday will be the Ren Fest.  Oh the joys!!!

Trust me, epic blogs shall be coming.