Monday, October 29, 2012

Makin Punkins...

Sunday we decided to get the pumpkins off the kitchen table and do some carving.  GTL had bought the pumpkins a few days ago, which was very sweet considering he is not a fan, and we finally had a few minutes to get the deed done. 

We put some music on the Pandora and got to work.  What does one listen to when making a Jack-O-Lantern?  Urban Chill obvs. 

I got everything layed out and ready to go.  It was like surgery up in that piece. 



GTL really didn't carve a pumpkin when he was a kid, so I kind of have to show him how. 


Tops off!

So as we started to carve, he got about 3/4 of the way through getting all the goo out and quit to start carving. 



I didn't realize it until after he said he was done and I had to go back in to get out all the stuff he left behind so it wouldn't burn off.  Now I know what mom went through every year times three.



I am not too artistic when it comes to these sorts of things.  I usually just keep it old school.  So I sketched out a few ideas on the newspaper and got to cutting.


In the end, I was pleased with both of them, and GTL had fun, so it was a win win.  Here are the finished products.


This is Fred


This is Mo


Happy Halloween!


Monday, October 22, 2012

I hate running.

I hate running.  I do, I really do.  I wish I loved it.  I wish it saved my soul the way it does for others.  I'm proud of the things I've done, for instance I never thought I would run a marathon, much less Boston, but GOD I HATE IT.  I think this "runners high" people speak of is a myth perpetrated by the people who faked the moon landing.  I haven't felt it.  Ever.  Yet still, I run.

Today was one of those rare warm days in October.  This time last year there was a terrible nor'easter - there was snow.  Today it was 65 and sunny and beautiful.  What better reason to run.  The leaves are still beautiful, albeit waning.  The sun is warm, the air cool - it's perfect.  I run past a school and usually as I'm making my last turn, they all start walking by heading home. Today they were collecting leaves, waving and laughing, jumping off anything they could find.  This spirit is so sadly lacking from my day.  I laugh a lot in the morning.  I'm lucky, I have a great job where I'm paid to laugh.  But when I leave work, I just lose that spark.  Running helps a little.  Those sweet kids faces help more.  And the beauty of the universe today helped the most.  But I still fucking hate running.