The Good Scare

After this weekend's impromptu snowstorm, all I can say is, Mother Nature's been a crazy-ass-bitch lately. Personally, I'm starting to feel a little shown up.

I realized - perhaps a little too late now - that this was not a good year to plan anything. Our Halloween plans were SNAFU'd because of the snow and in addition, our little guy came down - or is it up - with an inexplicable fever.

No Halloween partying or Trick-or-Treating for the one little boy who was truly looking forward to it. It made me upset too because that meant only half the share of Halloween candy. But Zuki, the good Samaritan that he is, practically gave all his candy to his little brother. I would've, too - this year people gave out crap. Seriously, what kind of evil person hands out Now Or Laters?

Candy is definitely not what it used to be. Twizzlers taste like ear wax and Tootsie Rolls look like a log of dog poo. But the quality of candy is a whole other blog entry...and I'd need to conduct some research, you know, just to verify my critique.

Getting back to the snow, it really freaked me out because I was dumb enough to watch "30 Days Of Night," the night before. I had seen the movie some years back and I vowed that I'd never see it again because it took nearly a week before I could cook by the kitchen window without fear a vampire was going to crash through it.

After this second viewing, I had a fitful sleep because all I dreamed of was blood and snow and vampires and snow. When the following day my husband looked out the window and yelled, "Hey, it's SNOWING," I frantically pulled out my boots and decided I needed to trek three miles to Stop and Shop. My husband thought I lost my mind. But the urge to brave the slushy snow was for microwavable food. And beer.

My kitchen window won't see me for another week.

It was miserable out. People were giving me and my shopping cart this look like...well, like the look I was giving people with their shopping carts during the snow storm back in January. I wouldn't send a dog out on a day like that and I was hoping it would finally send home the "Occupy Wall Street" protesters. Aside from my annoyance at their ambiguous cause, I'm sick of hearing the bad reviews about their bongo drumming. This is New York - we expect a high level of street musicianship.

After all is said and done, I hope all the folks with cars and homes under fallen trees are safe and sound otherwise. And I promise to badger all the electric companies to restore power to those who lost it since you can't charge your phones to do it yourself. Come to think of it, you probably can't read this blog post either. Anyway, things will be back to normal about the same time as I get over my vampire-crashing-through-the-kitchen-window anxiety.

My apologies for failing to post any Swanoween pictures, since we didn't go, but the boys happily posed for the camera in their get up. For Christmas, I'm taking our bathing suits out from storage. Just in case.

Wall E under the weather and Darth Maul

Bald Wall E...wearing a Dos Equis shirt

Piles

Hi. Remember me? Yes, I'm still alive and no, I haven't a legitimate reason for taking so long to write an entry. Of course, mine is just another blog among millions but the way I see it - if this were a job my ass would've been fired.

So, I apologize for my lack of consistency and slacking off these past twelve days. Other responsible bloggers feel it necessary to apologize when they go AWOL and following their good manners, I'd like to show my respect for those who Follow Me and say I'm sorry and please come back.

Maybe this is a feeble excuse but I just got overwhelmed. When the work piled up - or in my case didn't pile up at all - I became catatonic. Some people call it writer's block but in order to have writer's block a person has to be writing, not plucking gray hair all afternoon.

Something happened these past weeks where instead of opening up the laptop and staring at the cursor for thirty-seven minutes, I decided that suddenly the Tupperware needed to be sorted in size order. Then I was hungry - like starving Third World bloated belly and bulging eyes hungry. And of course, I couldn't neglect my kids! What kind of mother chooses writing over shopping for unnecessary toys?

Well, I realize the answer to that question is a mother. Not a writer. Besides, writers have no money to actually go shopping in the first place.

But I hadn't slacked off completely. The time off had it's redeeming accomplishments. I finished reading two books, "The Mermaid Chair" by Sue Monk Kidd and "A Thousand Splendid Suns" by Khaled Hosseini. Loved the latter - wasn't too crazy about Mermaid Chair's story. Although, it was written beautifully. Also, watched "An Inconvenient Truth" and wondered why nobody had bottled the breaking glacier's water to sell at four-dollars a pint? Of course that would only add to our plastic bottle debris but it beats drowning or being saved by an aging John Cusak.

And if that doesn't bowl you over, here are pictures of my wacky kids to melt your kid-lovin' hearts:

Helping Zuki negotiate a Beef Brisket sandwich at the famous Katz's Deli

Gearing up for Halloween and I have no idea who these characters are.

 

Ice Cream smiles now, dairy overload poops later.

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