It was difficult for me to believe that election season was upon us because I had yet to receive one pamphlet on any of the issues or candidates that used to flood my mailbox. Nada, nothing. I went online https://www.votepoke.org/index.html to see if I was registered (I did vote in the last election which was AFTER I moved/divorced… did I do it properly? Did Bush win a second term because they found out that I didn’t really live at my old address when the time came to voice “HELL NO!”?

If that’s the case, I’m so sorry. I had *no* idea it would cause W to rule for an additional four years and Oliver Stone to create a film. I read a little more about his motivation for doing the film and it was hoovering enigma of how such a screwed up guy could become one of the most powerful men in the world.  I forgive him now because I understand.

I’m like Oliver Stone. If theres a burning question that keeps me up at night and I just can’t get a clear answer, I write a screen play and begin casting calls. Through the research and mentally trying to be in the main characters head while you’re writing the dialogue you can pretty much figure out what happened- or a least a very close guestimate. I did the exact same thing when I questioned why Oliver Stone was allowed to make films. Sadly my work was a little less applauded- it was basically an unfinished doodle on a napkin from when I went to Love Love Teriyaki with Jonathon and I scribbled it down and drew Oliver Stone’s head to look like an olive- which made me think of a vodka martini- and that sounded really good, so I drew a martini glass around the olive and that reminded me of when I wanted to buy a cocktail dress and head to Vegas just so I could wear a cocktail dress and drink a martini and spew a few lines from Swingers…

Anyway- the Election. I found out I wasn’t registered and I quickly ammended that. I printed up my registration form and placed it in the mail; and now come election day- the residents of the Whitehouse will be determined by who I now properly will vote for.

Life after work had me driving to the local Target and Party Depot to check out Darth Vader costumes with the boy and purchasing a few odds and ends (toothpaste, wine, chocolate, kettle corn popcorn, a dozen doughnuts, three boxes of Triscuits, a bottle of diet pills… putting back the Triscuits and the doughnuts…)I decided to go ahead and purchase the Vader costume at party depot this year as opposed to trying to find his costume the day before Halloween at K-Mart and then taking home a costume and convincing my son it’s WAY better than what he originally wanted to be (he wanted a black Spider-Man costume and I came home with Robin from Teen Titans which I personally feel is WAY cooler). I’ll shut about that and get back to my story destination:

$100.00 later I get us back into the car and it’s doing the same thing that has me cursing in my head a lot. Theft System starts to blink on the dashboard in the most mocking way, disables the fuel injection and prevents me from starting the car for 10 minutes. After the ten minutes are up, you get another chance to turn over the engine or turning on the Theft System for another 10 minute lock out.

The first ten minutes I’m sitting in the drivers seat, cursing in my head and looking back at Jonathon who’s muttering “Stupid car.” I nod and then I spy something past his head. It’s a beautiful blue neon sign that reads, “Love Love Teriyaki”. I ~*LOVE*~ Love Love! I live for Love Love, Love Love is the highlight of the work week when a friend/co-worker goes on a South Salem Love Love run. But there I was not at work and not in South Salem! I was in NE Salem AFTER work and there it was- LOVE LOVE TERIYAKI! I gasped and asked Jonathon if he wanted me to grab some Love Love.

Jonathon: “No, I wanted Mexican- you promised. We can get teriyaki tomorrow”
(drat)
Me: “You’re right, besides, I don’t want to get out of the car again, I just want it to start, grab dinner and then go home.”

(twiddling thumbs for the remaining 9 minutes) I went to start it up again and DAMN IT! Another 10 minute lock out. I turned back towards Jonathon and shot my eyes towards Love Love telling him that we could sit here for another ten minutes- or we could get out and get some Love Love Teriyaki because by the time it was ready, the Theft System would be off.

We got the Love Love and then the car started. It was as if the vehicle knew that Love Love was right there. It was like the car WANTED me to get the Love Love. I went all week without a single Theft System lock out- and then this afternoon it happened at one of my favorite local places that had franchised to my neighborhood. HOW AWESOME IS THAT?!

I get Jonathon into the apartment and place him in chair. Carefully I set up the teriyaki bowls, beverages and utensils. Spoon for him, chopsticks for me. We were ready.

I gave Jonathon his first taste and the following happened, “WOW! Yum yum yum… this IS delicious!” His eyes were wide open and he was smiling ear to ear and then announced the following that melted my heart because my son is now a Love Love fan, “My mouth is DANCING!”

After dinner was over with he went into a spider obsession (not real spiders- he HATES those, but another fake scary spider to decorate for Halloween. We have an awesome motion sensor one that was a gift – it crawls up the wall and freaks out the cat and he had a robotic tarantula that crawls across a surface via remote control. He is now wanting to collect these fun novelties and present them during the month of October. He begins to tell me the tale of the boy who had an awesome robot spider last year that used to crawl across the table until it fell on the floor and the big footed mother stepped on it and broke it (it was one leg that broke…) I do tire of hearing this story :\

I quickly tried to hypnotize him, “There was no spider- and your mother definitely did NOT break it. She is a saintly woman and would never do such a horrid thing. When I snap my fingers you will wake up and never accuse your mother of such a horrendous act again.” I snapped my fingers and he looked at me with dull eyes, “Mother (pause) you broke my spider…”

I tried to tell him what *really* happened and he didn’t believe me. “It was Christmas and I was in the living room and Santa came in and he was walking through the apartment and he didn’t see the toy spider and he STEPPED ON IT! I told him “Oh no Santa, you stepped on Jonathon’s spider and broke it. He is going to be so mad. And Santa felt really bad and said “Ho ho ho tell him I’m sorry” and I said, “Okay Santa, I will” and he left and I forgot to tell you, but I’m telling you now.”

“Mother (pause) you broke my spider.”

I then tried to convince him that there was no way I could possibly step on his spider. “My feet are so tiny- there’s no way I could possibly ever step on your toy and break it… (holding up a shoe) see, tiny feet.”

“Mom, that’s a doll shoe.”

I told him to prove I broke it, he told me to prove I didn’t.

He’s in bed now.

Other than a discouraging work day, I’d say the remaining hours have been pretty good. I got my Love Love and Jonathon’s costume! I feel ‘accomplished’ and ‘satisfied’. Actually I think I should swap the order of those words.

Photo from Eat Salem Blog.

Again the title  is untrue. I can’t even recall the last time I had waffles! Tonight is the season premiere of Pushing Daisies. I did not know this. I did not realize how late into the year we are! October 1st! Already?? I was getting ready for work this morning when I heard the commercial come on for the show. I think I actually did a cartoonish gasp.

Pushing Daisies tonight on ABC:

Chuck goes undercover as a Bee Girl at a honey-based cosmetics company after their new spokesmodel is stung to death. She soon discovers that office politics are killer (literally) between the founder and the new owner. Meanwhile, Ned can t stand her growing independence or the fact that she wants to move out of his apartment. In other developments, Lily spirits Olive off to a nunnery so she won t spill Lily s deep, dark secret.

(sigh) I want special powers. I hope that Chuck is a little less annoying this season. She’s pretty much the Gilligan, Scooby/Shaggy and any other annoying side kick that seems to get in the way and nearly foils the plans.  Damn you Chuck and your ability to get in the way! (no, the ability to be in the way is not the special power I was sighing about.)

New Sigh:

October! If I had crops I’d be harvesting them for perhaps the last time this year. If I had a house I’d probably start winterizing it and prepping it for the damp/rainy/cold season that’s knocking on the door with suitcases in hand prepping to settle in for a few months; annoy us with its presence as an unwanted but needed guest- and we’ll shortly start counting the days until it’s time for it return from whence it came. On the count of three we can all lean right and perhaps make it so winter never comes. Knowing my lack of research on my fleeting and flawed thought- leaning right would probably send us into a new ice age. STAND STILL!!!!!

With the entrance of the autumn season comes the discussion from Jonathon about his Halloween costume. The costume he’ll wear as he trick or treats in the apartment, knocking on imaginary doors that requires me to pretend to be a neighborhood of strangers. This year he wishes to be Darth Vader and I have to be Princess Leia. Next year he wants to be Elvis and he really doesn’t care who I will be… HOWEVER the year after that he wants to be Ironman and I have to be Pepper. More than likely I’ll be what I am all the rest of the years- I’m typically someone who’s being me for Halloween, mainly because I like to hear people compliment me on how much I look like me- even down to the mannerisms, expressions and my voice. It’s uncanny.

Alright then- I am off to watch Pushing Daisies. If you like a light hearted and off the beaten path kind of show, please give this 40 minutes of fun a chance. If you missed it on broadcast television because you’re like the majority of people out there who can view it when ever you’d like- exercise that privilege.  (and don’t try to sound pompous ‘I don’t watch tv, I read’) Reading is nearly as moronic. If you want to be high and mighty – say you don’t watch tv because you’re writing a manuscript, screenplay, opera, symphony, comedic jokes for someones stand up routine- your own routine, you’re writing a speech, you’re curing cancer, you are cancer and you’re going to off yourself the world can be rid of you once and for all, you are building a new world and we’re all invited… ANYTHING but “I read books”- books are the same thing only can visualize your own face as the main character. Basically- it’s not creative or talented or ‘ahhh you’re so brilliant’ worthy.

=^_^= I shall return.

I have returned and the episode of PD was ‘okay’. It might have been better had my mind not trailed off to a million and two places through out the duration of the show. I wound up sketching a little and writing an opera.

I *did* remember about some pictures I took earlier today en route home from work. At first I was about to take a picture of a car that really pissed me off. S/he/it cut me off! No turn signal, no padding- I have a freaking personal bubble around my car that you DO NOT try to trespass on ESPECIALLY when I am on the highway. I did a three second honk that would have been longer had I not feared the horn getting stuck.

The evasive car did several illegal manuvers and I could not get a clear shot. Instead I decided to randomly click my camera on the final stretch of getting home. You will see my apartments from the free way, the free way from my apartment street- cars, buildings- proof I was driving the speed limit (on MY street- I can’t say I was being legal on I-5- I *can* say I wasn’t being obnoxious with my speed. I was merely going with flow… although I selectively picked the traffic I was going the same limit as… okay, maybe it was one other car who was going the same speed as I was…) and other useless photos of things that none of you care about… I don’t even care about. Oh I just remembered- there’s a pic of a jackass who did the same with the personal bubble/no turn signal on my way back to work that is mixed in there. HA! Beware of the woman with the camera who will capture your soul in the metal box!

I am professional random photo taker- please do not attempt to do this on your own. (I’m not really a professional random photo taker… I don’t want to feel the guilt should anyone take random photos while driving 70 mph on highway and then getting into a huge wreck, unless you take on the scene first shots of the wreck and sell them to the newstations for a pretty penny, it might be worth it.)

The final pic is Stan Lee taking a liking to the pillow I put up on the sofa because I’m sick of daily picking up cat hair, so I put a pillow there to detour them from shedding on that part of the sofa. Mila (the culprit) doesn’t care for it, which was what I was going for.