Little Monsters

The streets were cluttered with kids going around the neighborhood searching for free candy until really late last night. I really wanted to go to bed early but the kids kept coming in waves so I answered the doorbell until almost 10 o’clock and had enough fun by thenso I turned out the porch light and brought the pumpkins inside for safety.

Earlier, there was a freaking caravan of cars lined up along the street, with the parents of the little monsters following along to make sure the kids stayed together and out of trouble. At least that’s what I’m saying is why they were in their cars. In reality, the lazy mofos were sitting their big butts in the car while the kids run up and down the walkways to make sure the kids didn’t snatched up by pervs or mugged by older kids who would steal their candy. Sick world we live in these days.

At least they kept the little monsters close so there wasn’t any vandalism. There are only two houses in my whole neighborhood that have little kids in them, so I wonder where these dozens of little monsters came from anyway.

Six Flags Halloween Haunt

Found a great way to have fun on Halloween – go to the Six Flags Halloween Haunt! The entire theme park has been converted into haunted houses, graveyards and other spooky things. They have characters in spooky costumes roaming about the park, too. I wonder if the park guests are supposed to come in costume? I have some friends that could dress up and go crazy at a place like that.

Sounds like a blast – I can’t wait to go!

Stuffed Like a Pig

Yesterday was all about food since it was my birthday.

My boss took me out to lunch and we invited his secretary and my friend in human resources to go with us. He wanted me to pick the restaurant, so I picked one that I know he likes – the Macaroni Grill. I think almost everyone likes good Italian food. We all ordered a different entre and then when it came out to our table we all shared between ourselves. That was really cool and one of the great things about working with these guys. We are a strong team and I think of several co-workers as fondly as I do my own brothers and sisters.

When we got back to the office, there was a surprise waiting for us – a birthday ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins. Everyone popped into the main conference room to wish me a happy birthday and get themselves a big piece of cake. So of course, I had to eat a slice – to hell with the diet on my birthday!

Then last night my parents wanted me to come over and I was hoping for a home cooked meal, as my mom is a great cook and there’s things she can cook that I can’t manage to have turn out any where near as good as hers. But my dad wanted to go out, so they told me to pick a restaurant. One of my favorites is an Asian Fusion restaurant, but it’s a little expensive for my budget and I would have loved to go there, but Dad doesn’t really like Asian food and he didn’t want to go there, so I just picked the Longhorn Steakhouse. My Dad is pretty much a meat and potatoes guy, and he likes just about everything on the Longhorn menu.

So I stuffed myself like a pig yesterday and had a very nice day celebrating my 30th birthday. Now, back to the diet!

Oh My! Over the Hill Now!

Today is my birthday. The big three-oh.

I’ve always like the way my birth date writes out: 5/6/78 and if I ever have the urge to play the lottery, those are the numbers I pick. But I’ve never won anything from them – yet.

I’m smack dab in the middle of the Taurus sign, so there’s no fudging my horoscope like my sister does. She was born “on the cusp” which means on the day that the signs change from one to the next, and she reads both horoscopes each morning and believes them both. I read my horoscope once in a while for entertainment – I just don’t take that stuff very seriously.

I know the guys at work know it’s my birthday. Our human resources manager sends out an email to every on the first of every month to wish all employees with birthdays that month a collective “Happy Birthday!” My boss wants to take me out to lunch and I have to pick the restaurant. That’s kinda stresses me out, as I don’t think my favorite restaurants are the kind that he likes to go to. So I have to decide, should I go to one of my actual favorite restaurants? Or should I pick one that I know HE likes?