Yesterday’s Dexter

ernie and dexter halloween

This is Ernie (with me on the left) and Dexter (right, with Danielle) at Petsmart for Ernie’s first Halloween.  I guess I can’t be mad at Ernie for not looking at the camera, as I appear similarly distracted by whatever is happening off-camera.

I’m not really sure why Danielle and I are dressed as Jehovah’s Witnesses.  I don’t think that was our agreed upon costume.

Both Ernie and Dex are wearing human costumes in this picture – Dexter’s is a bee costume he and Danielle shared for years, and Ernie is wearing a toddler’s dragon costume (I cut off the back legs).  Yet another benefit of having pit bulls – when you get the urge to dress them up, you need look no farther than your own closet.

Thanks again for supporting Dexter.  If you haven’t yet had a chance to vote for him, you’ve still got time!  The last day for voting this period is tomorrow (2/18/2010).

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3, no make that 2, items of business

No, I have not fallen off of the blogging wagon.  Well, I may have bounced off when we hit that last pot hole, but I’m back on now.  Mom was right – you should always wear a seat belt.  And really?  30 posts in 30 days was never going to happen.

It is a big news day here, so let’s get down to business.

First up: BSB Brian Littrell has H1N1!  WTF?  My middle high school self is in shock.  Is no one safe?!?  Somewhere in there is a joke about making out with BSB posters and getting infected, but I can’t quite make the connection today.  Besides, a) Brian was never my fav – I was a Nick/AJ girl; and b) BSB are no longer relevant to my interests.  But wait – I just posted about them.  I’m not sure where I’m going with this.

Next item on the agenda: Halloween costumes!  I have decided to be a reverse mermaid.  Yeah.  Last year I was a baked potato.  I’ve already resigned myself to another Halloween spent explaining what my costume is to every drunk person I encounter, but my enthusiasm will not be dampened!  I spent the weekend sculpting the fish head part of my costume.  I mean, I’ve already done the mermaid thing, so now it’s time to shake things up a bit.

halloween 09

I forgot what the third thing was that I was going to post about.  Perhaps I’ll remember for tomorrow.

Potatoes are cool, until the toppings fall off

I hope everyone had a kick-ass Halloween, because I sure did. I took SO’s suggestion and went as a baked potato. My costume really stressed me out because I really didn’t start on it until the Monday before Halloween, and I was still putting it together at 7:00pm Halloween night. But I think it came out all right:

…until people started pulling off my bacon bits and eating them.

We started out the night at a friend’s house, where he served us “springbok” shots (1 part Creme de Menthe and 1 part Amarula) which looked disgusting but tasted like delicious mint chocolate chip ice cream.
There, Steve got beat up by Boxxy Brown:

There were a lot of awesome costumes downtown.

That’s all for now; more to come. Happy Monday!

The Great Pumpkin

The Wandering Writer is having a contest which is really just an excuse to brag about Ernie, and so I am entering. Not that I need an excuse, however…

I don’t dress Ernie up too much, which is probably why he is so tolerant of it when I do decide to do it. I had high hopes for this costume; Ernie and I would sit on the porch, bowl full of candy in my lap, and hand out candy to all the kiddies that came by. I wasn’t thinking clearly, because it was my first Halloween in Michigan. In case you are wondering, it is cold in Michigan on October 31st. And by cold, I mean holy-smokes-I-think-I-have-frostbite cold.

I lasted about 20 minutes on the porch and got no trick-or-treaters. Apparently, in the village I lived in, everyone trick-or-treats in one area a couple of streets down that really gets into Halloween. We are talking a whole block of houses decked out with a pirate ship complete with skeleton crew, ghostly organ players straight out of Disneyland’s The Haunted Mansion, and a pretty impressive electric chair. I ended up giving all my candy to a trio of older boys who wandered past the house on their way home from the “cool” street. Bummer. But Ernie did look pretty cute…

Hey look! I’m all dressed up!


So…when do I get my candy?


I think it’ll look better on you *wink*


See? But seriously, about that candy…

I do have a pretty cute picture of Dexter and Ernie all dressed up for Halloween together, taken when Ernie was just a puppy. But it’s at home. So maybe tomorrow?

Pirates pay for drinks with dubloons

It is the first day of October and I am getting way excited about Halloween. I usually make my costume each year, and in the past I’ve been:
a member of Sparkle Motion (okay, I didn’t make this one)

Frodo Baggins

a mermaid

Roxy of the Misfits


One year I went as a pirate and paid for all my drinks with Sacagawea dollar coins that I called “dubloons.” I thought it was hilarious and the bartenders thought it was annoying. This year I think I’m going to go all “Eagle vs. Shark” and be a Great White Shark. Even though I hate sharks and I am even afraid of them in the pool. Seriously. When I jump off of the high dive I haul ass to the ladder because I am just SURE someone has opened the underwater gate and let the sharks out. It’s going to be an awesome costume, though.

Speaking of sharks and pools and being crazy, I have this reoccurring nightmare about sharks and pools. In my dream, my mom drags me and my sisters to see Jaws, who has been captured and is being kept in the pool by our house. Well, she really only drags me because my sisters are all about it. I beg and beg and try to convince her that it is a BAD IDEA, but we go anyway. One by one, my sisters keep leaning over the side of the pool and falling in, and I have to keep jumping in and saving them. Over and Over. All Night. Whenever I have this dream I wake up exhausted and mad at my mom. Come on, Mom! I warned you. Sharks+kids=Worst Idea Ever. Jeez.

I also frequently have a dream where my mom makes me live under the stairs a la the Dursleys and Harry Potter, and won’t let me have any of the brownies she just made. Which is weird, because my mom would never deny me brownies. She is a very nice lady.

I think I’ll go to JoAnn Fabrics this weekend and get some supplies.