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Halloween pics & SPF

I finally added some pictures to the post-Halloween party entry.  Go take a look here.

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 I’m late on SPF, too, I realize that.  Just don’t tell KristineThis week’s assignment was “Down There.” 

  • Your door mat
  • Your rug(s)
  • Your favorite socks

So, here’s my mat at the front door.  The one at the back door is exactly the same, only in much worse condition.  When this one starts looking bad, I’ll move it to the back door, throw the back door one out, and buy a new one for the front.  That process seems to work well for me. 

I have quite a few rugs throughout the house, but nothing fancy.  More for foot traffic mostly.  So instead, here’s the Marilyn rug that sits at my desk in my office, which is the most obvious room of the house to witness my obsession with Marilyn.

And here’s a project I started atleast 3 years ago.  My ex and I had just split up, for the final time, he had just moved out and I was in hermit-mode like never before.  The only time I left the apartment was to go to work.  And sometimes not even then.  So I decided I needed a project.  Why on earth I chose a latch-hook rug is beyond me.  I haven’t done latch-hook since elementary school.  But I thought it would be an easy distraction that would result in a pretty little rug to put in front of my fireplace.  Obviously, I eventually found other things to do, because, after months of working on it at random times, I didn’t exactly make much progress.

And here, my favorite socks.  It’s usually too hot here to wander around the house in socks.  But now that the weather is finally starting to cool off some, I had to dig these babies back out.  They are sooooo super soft and comfy.  


So, did you play??

Comments from old blog:
gak – Nov 08, 05:  your costume looks GREAT!!! you are so pretty!

Nilla – Nov 06, 05:  That latch-hook looks pretty! And, my sister and I LOVE Marilyn too. She just stayed at the Hotel Del Coronado about three weeks ago for her birthday (MM filmed Some Like it Hot there) and went ghost hunting!

The Mermaid, The Punk, and The Drunk-Driver

I thought I pulled off the costume pretty well.  I got a hot pink leopard print bra to wear underneath, with the straps showing, of course.  Hot pink fishnets.  Ripped fishnet gloves.  A really tacky pink purse.  Some fake tattoos on my shoulder blade and chest.  A pearl necklace (too obvious to pass up), some fun rings, the silver nails.  The fake eyelashes.  Bad makeup. 

And here’s the very best part….I found some kickass hooker shoes at Payless.  They have the clear lucite bottoms and heel.  With a clear and silver band across the top of the foot.  And the heels light up when you walk!!!!!   They are hysterical!  

I rode to the party with V, who did the punk rock thing.  We got there around 9pm, so we completely missed the game (my fault, I was late and dealing with fake nails popping off left and right).  The normal happy hour bunch “got” my outfit.  But some random guys had the nerve to ask me if I was a mermaid!  WTF?! 

After numerous glasses of too much Turkey and not enough 7, I was feeling pretty good.  And at some point, the clear plastic straps that were helping hold my dress up broke.  The dress was already sliding a little too low up top before that, and I’d been pulling it up all night.  By the time the straps broke, I was oblivious apparently.  There are far too many pictures with far too much of my pushup bra showing.

There were some good costumes.  Marilyn, Elvis, Spongebob, Rasta Guerin, a Royal Flush, a Wet Tshirt Contest Winner, a Vagina, some scary creatures.  And more people asking if I was a mermaid.  Grrr!  The best costume of the night, IMO, was a (gay) man dressed as a priest…with a young boy, um, attached…to his groin area.  I was in tears from laughing so hard.  Does that make me a bad person?  😛

  

V & I left around 3am I think.  We didn’t get 10 minutes down the road when some crazy person in a truck jumped a curb and was headed straight for us.  Luckily there was a split in the road to the right, so V jerked that way really quick.  But not fast enough.  The asshole nailed the driver’s side rear of her car, denting up her fender and completely ripping the bumper off. 

We stopped in the middle of the road, got out, and the truck was no where to be seen.  V went running down the street to retrieve her bumper and threw it in her back seat.  We turned around and pulled into a parking lot.  Noticed some girl walking across the street and figured she was walking over from the apartments to get some food.  Then V spotted the truck…through the fence of that apartment complex.  And we realized that girl walking across the street, who had since disappeared, was none other than the hit-and-run-and-plow-through-a-fence driver.

V called the police and they asked if we were part of the wreck at some intersection (barely a block away).  No, we’re really close to there, but that’s not us.  They tell V there is a cop at the gas station on the corner dealing with the other wreck and for us to go over there.  So we do.  V had changed into jeans before the party ended.  I was still in my dirty whore martini getup complete with light up heels.  Quite a sight, I’m sure.

Come to find out, this driver had ran a red light, hit someone, took off through a gas station parking lot, hit someone else’s car in the parking lot, took off again through the Wendy’s parking lot, out onto the street, over the curb, bounced off of V’s car and then drove through a fence.  Un-freaking-real.  Luckily they had caught the girl and she was already in the back of the police car.  And there was insurance on the vehicle (which apparently belonged to the crazy driver’s girlfriend).

After the police got V’s statement, they asked her what her “friend was supposed to be.”  Atleast they didn’t think I was a mermaid. 

A few more pics here.

Finishing touches…

I’ve decided to skip going to the game tonight (gasp!) in order to have plenty of time to get into my costume for the Halloween Party tonight.  It just made more sense.

I think I’ve mentioned here before that I really enjoy a dirty martini.  Reeeally dirty.  “Dirty (Filthy) Whore Martini” is usually my exact drink-ordering phrase, in fact.  It’s a running joke among some of my friends.  So when I saw this dress, I knew what I would be for Halloween. 

So, I got the dress back from the lady at work and it fits much better.  Still a little more fitted than I would like, but that’s the material it’s made out of…nothing to be done about that now other than go find some control top hose or a girdle or something.  I wanted to be able to pull it up to make it a little shorter, too, but because of the way she tapered the insert at the bottom, it just won’t work.  That’s ok. 

The only downside to that is, one of my ideas for making my costume more dirty whore-ish is wasted now.  I was going to wear some fishnet hose with the knees worn out and dirty from…well, you figure it out.  But without a shorter dress, it just won’t work.  So what else can I do to emphasize the dirty whore part?

I’ve got a couple of trashy wigs to chose from.  Probably a little more rockstar than whore, but I’m sure one of them will work.  And I’ve got some fake eyelashes with little crystals at the base.  And some fishnet handless elbow-length gloves.  And I found some coolass hooker nails that are silver with little crystals on the tips.  I also have a cool black feather boa with silver in it.

I can’t find the shoes I was planning to wear, so may go look for some cheap ones today.  Either that or I’ll just have to wear my platform mary jane heels.

Problem is, according to Red, I’ll match too well.  And look more highclass callgirl than dirty whore.  So what else can I do to trash it up good?

Heavy makeup, yeah.  Thought maybe I could smear my lipstick.  But what else?! 

OLD BLOG COMMENTS:
Renee Oct 24, 05:  Loving that costume! I def wanna see you in it!:)

Nilla Oct 23, 05:  Yeah, my first thought was “put it on your head” for the making it trashier part. Like what you’ve got so far. How about a hat? Dunno, you could get a red pillbox and stick the letters “DTH” on it or something else lame I could probably come up with. Or write it on your chest.

Saundra Oct 22, 05:  blue eyeshadow… red lipstick… OR you could just make your arms and shoulders look dirty– go for more literal DIRTY Martini instead of DIRTY WHORE…

I saw the costume when I was looking @ some– good choice! :)  Have fun!

One size does NOT fit all.

I think it should be against the law to even place that phrase on any article of clothing.  I figured out my Halloween costume over the weekend.  Went and bought the dress part, and, of course, although it claims to fit most adult sizes, it is entirely too small for me.  Granted, it fits…meaning I was actually able to squirm my way into it.  But it’s made partially of this cheap, thin, stretchy, black matte knit stuff.  You know, the stuff that shows EVERY fat roll on your back and stomach and every dimple in your ass.  It’s so NOT flattering.

I called my mom over the weekend and she convinced me it would be super easy to sew some inserts into it to make it fit less…um…snug.  Well I can’t sew.  That project in home economics my sophmore year proved that.  And none of my friends sew.  So I’m in a panic, thinking I either find a seamstress who can fix it, find a super-duper-suck-it-all-in-girdle that will cover me from below the bust to the top of my thighs, or….I start from scratch and come up with another costume.

After tons of phone calls and being chastised for waiting until the last minute, I ended up asking a coworker, who I happen to know is a big quilting person, if she could possibly pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top do it for me.  I need it by Saturday, so time is running out.  She said she can.   I need to go find some similar fabric tomorrow, probably on my lunch break, and then she can take it all home and get started.  So yay for that!

Now if I can just figure out how this is all going to work.  I’m supposed to be going to the hockey game on Saturday.  And then ride with other game-goers to the party….like 30-40 minutes away.  They are planning to stay the night, so I’d either have to do the same (which I don’t want to do) or find another ride back to wherever I leave my car.  And when do I change?  At the party?  Well that’s just silly.  We probably won’t get there until 11pm at the very earliest.  Then it’s going to take me another hour to get all the crap on.  So maybe, by midnight, I’m costumed and ready to socialize.  By 2am or so, people will be leaving (well, those that aren’t going to crash there).  I’m not crazy about the idea of the amount of effort to get dressed vs the amount of time spent at the party.

So I’m thinking…maybe I skip going to the game.  I could get ready at home, without having to pack up all the shit I would need, then ride with friends to the party in time to watch the game on tv from there.  That makes more sense, doesn’t it?  But then I’ll miss seeing my boys play live and in person.  I’m torn. 

I had every intention of blogging today…

 But now it’s late and I don’t feel like it.

I was going to talk about my free half-day at work, my quest to find a Halloween costume, winning platinum level tickets to a Stars game, and Modano’s great games against Phoenix on Tuesday and then Calgary on Thursday. And my guilt over wimping out on a friend’s birthday happy hour/game-watching gathering tonight.

So instead, I’ll leave you with this. Sweet dreams.;)