Random observation

So Tim and I went to the fair on Sunday night. We go every year. We have since we started dating. Now there are hundreds of things I can say about the fair and the people watching and the whole idea that people suffer a drop in IQ as soon as they are part of such a setting. But that isn't what this is about.

What I want to know is, why is fair food so phallic?

People go for the corn dogs. Which are freakin' huge. And seriously suggestive. Same goes for the frozen bananas. It's just funny. Everywhere you look you could just laugh.

Anyway, just wanted to share the observation with y'all. And no, I didn't have a corn dog.

Monday Confession

This is getting harder. I feel like I don't have much to confess. Most of the crap I do everyone knows about. But I'll try and keep it up. So today...

I am twenty-six years old and I can count the number of times I have voted on one hand. I just don't do it every time.

So there. Now before you ask: yes, I am voting this year.

I love the rain

We had our first rain of the season Friday night and yesterday.

Is there anything better than the smell after it rains? Waking up to a cool breeze on Saturday was awesome. I actually had to wear sleeves when I went to run errands. But now that it's rained once I want more. A lot more. I love the rain. But it's the best on lazy Saturdays or Sundays. Then I can just sit on my couch and enjoy it.

Today

Today is October 4th. No biggie for most of you, right?

Six years ago Tim and I went on our first date.

Not that we're dorks who are going to buy each other presents or anything, but we take note of it. The six years have gone flying by. When I met him I gained one nephew and a newborn niece. Now I have four nephews and two nieces. When we met I was slacking off at City College and he didn't know what exactly he wanted to do. Now I'm in my last semester of school and he has his radiologic tech license.

We actually met online. He was looking to start dating again after staying single because of a few ridiculous relationships (haha, now I can laugh at those stupid cheating brats because I got him!). I didn't even want a boyfriend, I just wanted to find some new people to hang out with. I had almost zero friends my age that lived in town. Plus I was kind of newly single so I just wanted to go out and have fun (my previous ex had been a whiny GIRL). I had even told my mom I wanted to go a whole semester without dating. Then about Labor Day weekend we started talking via email. That went for a while before he asked for my number. We talked once or twice then went to lunch. Wanna know exactly when he fell in love with me?

I opened the front door when he picked me up and he said, "There's spiderwebs on that wreath." (My mom had a twig wreath on the door.) Not missing a beat I told him, "Yeah, Halloween decorations."

Okay, maybe he didn't fall head over heels, but my quickness impressed him. Just ask him. He still loves it.

I'll cut this short because I really doubt all of you want to read a novel about our dating. But lunch was fun. We went to Friday's and Oakland happened to be in the playoffs so I gladly sat and watched baseball. Amazingly I wasn't freaking out nervous. I was instantly comfortable with Tim.

A few more dates (one near disastrous one at the fair that most of my friends have probably heard) and then on Halloween we decided to make it exclusive.

And even though there were ups and downs, I wouldn't change a thing about the last six years.

Friday Photo

It's Friday again!!! Happy dance!

Seeing as how it's October now, I thought I would give you a Halloween picture...

This is from a couple years ago. Tim was my mental patient. And since my girlfriends were joking about me looking like a stripper, Tim took a dollar and put it in my stocking.

No, I didn't leave it there all night.

It's October!

And you know what that means...

Halloween is just around the corner.

Yippeeee! I'm still not sure of my costume, or even my plans for the night. The apartment is begging to be decorated. I can't wait. We may stick around for some trick or treaters, or we may go to my sister's. Only time will tell. I definitely want to be a part of taking the little ones trick or treating. My Tad has his costume. He's a Transformer, Bumblebee to be exact. And I'm pretty sure he's stoked.

We're heading to something haunted this month with Tim's coworkers. Because we do every year. And it's fun. I wish we could hit Magic Mountain or something, but not this year. Too much going on.

I'll probably be posting lots of my Halloween stuff this month. From recipes, to pics of my apartment. So keep me bookmarked, you don't want to miss it.

Guns

So, there are common misconceptions about guns that I find severely annoying. Like the idea that guns themselves are evil. Or only fat, angry white or gang members have guns.

Wrong people.

I'm not going to turn this into a long, drawn out defense of guns because my husband is really better suited to write such a thing (and I tell him constantly that he needs to start a blog). I will say that ownership of guns is a right we have as Americans.

Yes, gang members have guns. But they don't acquire those guns legally. Those guns are usually stolen. Yes, hunters tend to be white males and sometimes have beer guts. But are they aware of gun safety? Yup. You aren't just handed your hunting license or a gun because you have two hands to hold said gun.

I find it ridiculous that so many people blame crime on guns. You know what would happen if there were no guns? Criminals would use knives. Would we then cry and moan about how knives should be controlled or even taken away?

Get a clue people. It's the bad people who abuse gun rights. And normal, sane gun owners get a bad name because of it. So just shut up now.

Thanks.