Gory Girl Blogs November 2009

Bloody Friday

Thanksgiving ended up turning out really good and disaster free - that is a shocker for this household. I ended up making a traditional turkey as well as the stuffing & plum glazed one from my home page. I must say the plum glazed went fast! It was very easy to prepare and a very full flavored turkey, the gravy was out of this world. Everyone liked the fact that I did something new so If you didn't try it yourself, be sure to try it on a chicken at some point or even a duck.

I am not big in to the Thanksgiving tradition due to it being such a carb heavy dinner (I will be walking 3 miles tomorrow and all next week) but after about 3 years of not doing it I was pleased to have the whole family over for the holiday.

I was a zombie and in bed by 8pm and good thing I decided to turn in early as my husband and I decided to go to our first 'Black Friday' sales event. We got up at 4am so we could be inline by the 5am opening. I went through the local paper and decided what stores we were going to and what to buy. I was really organized about the whole thing. 4am rolls around and the alarm goes off. We rustle out of bed, hit a 7/11 on the way get a doughnut and large coffee and head to our first stop...Macys. It wasn't as busy as I thought it would be but I did see a line around the block for Best Buy electronics - I figured the women were sent to Macys while most husbands were left to do the electronic thing. I dashed in to Macys and head for house-wares - low and behold I find the Lenox Christmas dishes I wanted but there was only 1 set and I wanted 3. I said "Well this is bullshit I'm the 1st one in the door where the hell is all the stock?" I ended up ordering it all with the lady online being they didn't have any of it in store. Worked out better for me because now I didn't have to lug it home. I headed over and grabbed the flannel sheets for the kids beds (snowmen pattern) then met my husband in mens where he was dumbfounded as to why the trimmer advertised was no where to be seen. Finally we found the manager and he went digging in the back to find the only one they had. I then begun thinking that this Black Friday thing is the biggest fucking con ever. They all advertise a bunch of shit they don't even carry and then stock a bunch of look alike things for a bit more money so your forced to buy that instead of the one you intended to get.

I said to my husband "Well we are up let's head to Neiman Marcus and Saks 5th Avenue and see what they have". They didn't even open till 9am and they had a few crappy handbags and that was it. The Mac Store was only offering a 10 dollar break on iTouch and Nanos. What a fucking waste of time I thought and then it happened...

While trying on a top at Saks I stood up and BOOM! - my eye filled with blood. Oh shit!

I think I hurt my eye. I then panicked and started feeling faint and hot. My husband then freaks out and yells for the lady to get tissues and then she panics that I'm crying blood and I call my a plastic surgeon here in town that I know. After about 15 minutes he called me back and I proceeded to explain what happened.

While walking to Neimans he tells me that it's possible that the scab from the internal stitch came off and that a small oedema may have released from the pressure of bending over. He said that I should lay down and ice my eye for a bit. So I told my personal shopper Lindsey at Neimans to rustle me up some ice but nothing was open being that it was 9am. She worked her magic and got me a plastic bag filled with ice and there I stayed laid out on her couch in personal shopping room surrounded by Minolos and $2,000 Gucci handbags and I had to laugh. I did end up picking out a few cool pieces of clothing that she will hold for me until the real sale next week (BTW NEIMAN MARCUS SALE NEXT WEEK ON ALL WINTER HIGH END GOODS 30-40%). I finished up some husband Christmas stuff and my eye seemed to settle down a bit. My LA doc told me the same thing and said he will check it out on Monday when I get back so I felt okay and I'm sure it was just a fluke thing. We then decided to end the afternoon at our favorite Dim Sum place in the Bellagio - NOODLES, yummmmmmmmm! We stuffed our face with dumplings and headed home for a much needed nap.

It was my first and last Black Friday and at least I can cross that off my things I've done in my life list. Be sure to let me know in the forum how all your holiday events were. I would love to hear from you!

Senior in High School

In the world of Gorygirl.com, let's start things out with "so...".

So, as a fan of the stage and performing arts, I tend to get involved a lot with the acting part of it as well as the "behind the scenes" work. At the high school I attend, I have played the part of Dewey Maples in 'The Diviner's,' Baby John in 'West Side Story' and the Doctor in 'The Miracle Worker.' During my Junior year, I was also slated to play Cogsworth in 'Beauty and the Beast,' but due to some unfortunate circumstances, I passed the part onto another well deserving actor.

But, there's something more interesting I've been working on over the last few years at the school: Dance Production.

While dancing might not be my forte, I've learned to admire it from the "booth"- my second home as I call it, where I am known as the Sound Technician in the Dance Department.

My problem with running sound for these wonderful, talented dancing girls is that they're beautiful. And it's hard NOT to like every one of them. It seems every time I am set to work a show, and I talk to one of my best friends in the production, even the simplest conversation with her leads to the question, "Who do you like now, Shane?"

It's funny. But my intent is not to be known as the creeper who doesn't work to watch the dancing but try to earn a date. Because, well, that's not totally accurate. ;)

For me, it's strictly business. I work to help out and watch the dancing for an hour and a half. But you add beautiful girls into the equation? Then you have a pretty decent bonus.

Murphy's Law

I was so proud about getting all my crap done today and them some. I was even able to get the kid's Christmas pics done. I love this town, mainly for its conveyance and the ability to get loads of crap done all within a 4 mile radius with little traffic upsets. Tonight my husband decided to go out and have drinks with some old friends while I held down the fort. I do love when he relaxes and actually takes time to have a few beers with friends. He also helped me make the stuffing for the plum roasted turkey and did it exactly as instructed. So I was more than happy to send him on his way to have a bit of fun.

After feeding the kids, the kids friends and cleaning up the kitchen I get all call from him saying to come down that everyone was there and asking about me so I thought about it and decided I was too tired to go and just wanted to take a shower.

I take my shower and start blow drying my hair and I think to myself, "Well, I am already half ready at this point so maybe I should just go check it out". You see, my friend Nate opened a bar in town named Murphy's Law and this was the perfect time to go visit. So after blowing out the hair I start doing my make up and I had not yet attempted it since the eye thing. It was not so bad until I did the mascara bit. It was if my lashes were numb and harder. I'm not sure if it's because it's on a different area or what but it was weird. I guess I will just have to get used to that bit. It seemed to be okay and not look too bad so I got dressed and headed out the door.

I arrive at the bar and everyone was there and happy to see me and that's always a good thing and I get to talking to one of my friends, JD and we get to talking about how women are nuts and his last relationship was a bit of a mess due to her being...well, NUTS. Now JD is a relatively nice looking, tall guy with a really good body and he has just not seemed to get the right girl. Well, I think that when you go for the hot body before the Plain Jane Brain you are always going to get some kind of issue. See, he always goes for these bimbo rich chicks or the hot slamming dirty bedroom types and them are not what a relationship makes. I think that when it boils down to it you just need to go for the Plain Jane cos we get better with age and are more comfortable in our skin - most importantly we can have a conversation about things other than makeup or the new Ed Hardy line.

I was always the girl that got men based on personality and always remained friendly after decent relationships. There was a respect there that you just don't get with girls that you base sex or sexiness on. As I have gotten older I feel better about ME and it shows in my appearance. So I advised him to give ALL types of girls a shot and that he might get surprised with a good one and although she may not be BANGING she may just end up aging into an amazing woman inside and out.

One thing for sure is that my husband new what he wanted when he met me and although I may not have met those qualities at first - I grew in to having them. It's the potential that he saw and that's what I think woman look for more in a man than a man looks for in a woman.

Well, this is to all the single men reading my blog. Don't be the guy that looks back on the girl that's now, years later, BANGING and say...

"Shit, I missed out on that one" ;)

Flip It

As we all know Las Vegas was hit really hard by the recession and I must say I didn't even realize it would be this bad. I live in a rather nice gated community south of Las Vegas, it's on a golf course and in the hey day of Vegas real estate you couldn't get anything in my neighborhood without a huge down payment and a lot of cash to build.

Then all the estate moguls thought they would buy up all the lots and build then flip them for a HUGE profit. They did for a while but when the bottom dropped out they rented and then that seemed to go south as well. Well, about 2 years ago my next door neighbors, a young couple who at the time seemed very nice said that they were moving back to California so she could finish Dental School and for us to keep an eye on the house...yada yada. They even gave us their emails and numbers to keep in touch.

Well, cut to 6 Months later...bad email addresses, wrong numbers, house gutted including cabinets and flooring and fixtures. The yard is DEAD. The grass is dead. The trees are dead. Leaves are everywhere and the pool is green. It was a mess - we called the community association and they did NOTHING and everyone else we could think of but nothing could be done. It was happening to tons of houses in the area. They were stripping these mansions for scrap and letting them foreclose making them impossible to sell. However, my area is not as bad as most.

About 4 months ago I inquired about buying it off the bank only to find that it was in escrow. Thank God. I thought about it and figured they got it dirt cheap and they did and I'm sure they are going to fix it up and flip it. At least they will fix it up. So today after my 3 mile walk I was walking back and I met her and introduced myself and switched numbers and she was really friendly. I thought to myself "good, some nice neighbors fixing up the house and it looks nice".

Then on the way home with my husband we notice a truck full of stark white gaudy statues and Greek style pots and I said "NO NO NO!!!" The house is a brown and beige Mediterranean, slightly contemporary style house. Yep, they were moving them in and then I thought, well let's hope those things are for the back yard. NOPE, wrong again. There they are, smack dab in the front of the yard looking like something out of my 'Big Fat Greek Wedding'.

Now I am really not happy - I'm not looking at a dead yard but come on, bright white, cheap plaster statues of half naked women in the front yard??? Doesn't that shit have to be approved by the homeowners? I didn't get a fucking memo on this I'm sure. I can only hope that someone takes notice and has them move them to the back or at the very least try to faux paint them to look bronze to match the aesthetics of the house. So I have nice neighbors that saved me from a fire hazard - only problem now is they have NO TASTE!

I guess things cant always be perfect. I hope Las Vegas learned a lesson in all this that if you can't afford it when times are hard you shouldn't buy it. I was raised in this town on tips and was taught the quick buck approach but I was also taught credit is a slightly evil plan and should be controlled like a drug otherwise you can loose it all. I had two cans in my twenties, one large coffee can for bills and the other for spending and after can number 1 was full I would toss the rest in can number 2. Being that I made the man pay for shit on dates, I never dipped in to can number 2 much! That, thank God, got me through some bad times.

I still try to think like that, and I hope the rest of these numb nut real estate moguls start to as well.

Tar J

Well, I am a happy Las Vegas camper right now - sitting in my other house sorting out Thanksgiving.

I already have a list of things to do while I am here along with making the Thanksgiving dinner for around 18 bodies. I divided up the responsibilities this year a bit to make things easier. I am cooking 2 turkeys. The one on my website and a traditional one along with the stuffing that goes with the plum glazed turkey. My older sister is handling the green beans and mashed potatoes and my mother in law is on yams and stuffing (hers is the best ever) and my other sister is on pies (shes always scrambling so we gave her the easy bit) and my little brother has rolls. SO it should be pretty pain free over all. I love basting the birds so I look forward to that part every year.

My first stop after arriving home was my Thai restaurant and yes they love to see me and make my food perfect every time. Anthony and I had a mouth party eating it all and oooohed and ahhhed with every last bite (sorry John I thought of you tho...). Then off to see my wizard Travel Goddess and talked Prague details and planned a late March trip to EGYPT. If anyone has ever been be sure to leave me pointers in the forum. Then it was off to the grocery store - I forgot how simple shopping can be when outside LA and got the children food for the week. I got a huge part of the list crossed off and then came home to plan the rest. I do notice that everyone in Vegas moves a lot slower than in LA and I found myself slightly annoyed here and there but then I stopped myself and said one word. PARKING. Yep they have PARKING LOTS. No meters or $20 garage fees. Ahhh...the simple things.

Well after all that bliss there was only one thing left. THE NEW TARGET!!! Yep I got a new neighborhood Target (there are now 2 within a 2 mile radius of my house). I needed to pick up some things for my table settings like napkin rings and votives and a carving knife. I dont know what it is about a Target that makes you want to put everything in the cart. I think its the way it is mapped out and displayed. I know there is some weird psychological thing that company does to make people over shop, I just know it.

Well, I did just that. I got pine cones and ping pong balls and kids clothes and by the end of it I had a bunch of shit I thought I needed but really didn't, well I kinda did... I explored the new store with a pace of a snail trolling the isles like a junkie. I never want to do Target in LA cause it's dirty and not so nice and it just doesn't feel right but in Vegas WOW! it's shinny and new and lined up all pretty. Yeah, I know, see how sick one gets? I swear they pipe in a happy gas.

I finally got home around 8pm and set my Thanksgiving table up nice and all is well.

Tomorrows agenda "the storage unit" yep, I'm tackling that sucker to ship back Christmas stuff to LA, nails and it seems some girlfriends are dying to come round and see the eye situation. So I'm off to bed feeling good and happy to be in my hometown even if the nasty shit neighbors still reside down the way. ICK!!!

Black Friday

Well, the recovery (...see how I started with 'WELL' as opposed to 'SO'?) process has been slow but I am starting to see a bit of improvement. This whole EYE thing has been a real pain in the ass (or eye for that matter).

I was expecting to be down a few days but Jeeze this just sucks. I couldn't take sitting at home any longer so yesterday I decided to say 'Fuck it' and just go out looking freakish. I threw on my glasses and off I went to handle some Christmas shopping. Yep, I'm starting that now. I usually like to have everything bought by Thanksgiving - that way on Black Friday (best and most aggravating sale shopping day on earth) I can concentrate on ME!

Yep, I love to buy myself deals on Black Friday but don't feel good about buying for me until I have crossed everyone off my list. I am rather organized about the whole thing. My kids made their lists last month and every night I shop for their stuff online and when the brown boxes come I stash them away for wrapping later on. Then I spend a couple of weekends picking up the items for the rest of my family. I have only a few more things to get and I will be all done. I even have all the paper and what not bought so I feel good.

There is something to be said for getting it done early, I wont have any trouble finding things before it all gets sold out. DJ Hero was I think the 1st thing I bought just in case there was a mad craze for it. I Got it for my oldest son but I have to be honest - I cant wait to try that out! It wasn't on his list but I got it anyway so I could play it. I do see my husband and I having a scratching war at some point this January.

I wondered around with my glasses on handling my shopping like a true Hollywood post op patient. I did see a few people look twice when I had to remove the glasses to see a color of something but I didnt care much being that I would never see that person again and really didn't care what they thought and that was most likely that I got beat up via my husband.

By the end of the day my eyes were bloodshot and ached a great deal. I may have overdone it a bit but as you know am not one to lay around and stay idle for very long. Next week is Thanksgiving and along with flying to Vegas and cooking 2 turkeys for my huge family, I have a lot to do and don't have time to lay in bed and wait for my eyes to look perfect before leaving the house.

I'm vain but not that vain. ONWARD!

Conundrum!

Okay... so Christmas season is upon us, and I admit... being the scattered person I am it's sometimes hard to keep on top of things... I know I should write it down, because when I do - it is then lodged in my brain for life... But alas - I am far too flighty for that (as my mother would say) so instead I stumble about making mental lists of things which is for all intents and purposes a lot like writing notes in disappearing ink.

This combined with the fact that I am terrible with names makes for a rather jumbled party season. I would like to point out that I have a friend who is fabulous... she is kinda my hero - but in a scary sort of way. The word organized doesn't even begin to describe her, in fact she could probably design, run, and do the work of an entire team of people from one of those organizing shows on HG and TLC - she's that damn good. I live in envy and horror at her magnificence.

Let me share a moment. She has a little container that holds exactly 6 Tylenol. I get a head ache at the thought of just trying to find a bottle of pills in my house. She has all of her bank, charge, and points cards in a wallet sized rolodex - I have a coach wristlet that contains all that stuff, plus my cash, a few handfuls of change, and some lint and when I go to pay for something it's a little like shuffling through a deck of cards and digging for buried treasure all at the same time. She has a wall of DVDs and videos placed in alphnumeric order and was pleased as punch when she got a movie for her birthday that started with B because she has room in that section. I have a cabinet with a modem, router, a few books, and several old cell phones - a whole whack of wires and cords for assorted technology, a camera, a few remotes and a stack of movies that I couldn't begin to name. She has a calendar somewhere in her life that tells her all of the comings and goings of herself, her children, her mother, her husband, and all of the school events, meetings, tennis matches, and parties she has to go to. Whereas I can only hazard a guess as to what I can and will be doing over the next 48 hours. She knows the names of everyone from grade school on up, all of THEIR children's names and assorted relatives - what they are doing, where they go to school, where they vacation - her children's friends and their families - plus all of the gossip for at least the last few years. I get that deer in the headlights look a lot because people who know me and recognize me come up to me and say hi... how's it going... and I can't for the life of me remember who the hell they are let alone if they even have children, or relatives... EEEEK!

And it is for this reason I find myself in a bit of a conundrum.

A few weeks ago I received an invite... well an evite. I generally get a few during the holiday season. And I combine this with my husband's must attend events and we end up with a few full weekends going into late November and early Dec. Well this particular evite was from someone whose name I didn't recognize. Normally, I don't get emails that relate to my husband at all because the account is mine and mine alone, but in this particular case my brain logged it as being from a couple who was part of a weekend wine getaway we attended a few months back. I replied that yes we would attend - and still somewhat curious as to WHO these people were asked that the hostess email me to tell me what I should bring - thinking that this might give me some clue. Up to now they haven't responded - and I promptly forgot about it.

Last week I received another evite from a friend, which then incited my memory of the first evite, and I immediately mentioned it to my husband, at the same time running the names by him. He said he didn't know these people. I KNOW I don't know them, so I asked him to check some of his friends from the group we traveled with that weekend because I am sure it is one of them. The address was for Bolton, a small town not too far from where we live. He asked around... no one lives in Bolton. So then I suggested maybe it was someone he plays soccer with... He says no... (frankly he said it a little too quickly - I sense he just can't be bothered trying to help me solve this little mystery - since he still believes it is one of MY WEIRD FRIENDS - who has invited us to this get together - but honestly - if you are a 'FRIEND' weird or not - I will remember your name!!!) So ultimately - I am stuck... I seriously cannot remember the names of the people who were at this wine tour with us. I know it's sad really, because firstly I was probably the only one there who was sober, and secondly I spent the entire weekend - from Friday to Sunday traveling with them, eating with them, gambling with them etc... but alas... I am screwed. For some reason this name is connecting with them, but I can't confirm any of it, because these are people that my husband knows - well sort of.

So.... what do I do... ?

• attend as I said I would, and bring a desert and a bottle of wine (what if this evite was sent to me in error, and we really don't know these people?)

• ask them who the heck they are... (This is rude since - assuming they didn't send me the evite by mistake - they clearly remembered us enough to invite us)

• feign illness, or a prior engagement and cancel... (also rude since I already accepted!)

HUMPH!

Kicked in the face by Karma

Every once in a while I will have one of those days... you know the kind - when everything that could possibly go wrong DOES. Those are the times you have no choice but to ask yourself... WTF? And could I have prevented this from happening?

I used to think it was me... maybe I'm a poor planner... Admittedly, booking 5 auditions back to back at different locations in the city with a 45 minute gap in between might be a little bit much, since aside from having to flip through personalities faster than Sybil - all it takes is for one to be behind, or one smidgen of traffic to get fouled up and well - it's a domino effect. But I go to a lot of auditions and I have a pretty good feel for how it works. Typically, I spend 30 minutes getting there, wait for 5, read for maybe 5 or 10 and then am on my way back home. So - if I get the chance to book auditions same day, fairly close together - I jump at it, since it saves me a second trip and about 90 minutes of my time. Occasionally I will walk into a room chalk full of people go... are you kidding me? In fact one time I walked into an agency, and it was 2 hours behind... but this is a rarity. However, I did learn my lesson after having a few frenzied treks from audition to audition... now I book maximum of 2 and I give myself adequate travel time (see I'm no dumb bunny - I do LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES!) - but....

I have discovered that good planning is not ALWAYS a safeguard against random traffic nightmares. For example - whenever I am in a HURRRRRY!!!! to get to some location, I inevitably encounter some kind of mega traffic courtesy of the forces that be ; like the city planners who chose THAT DAY to block off the highway in preparation for repairs... Please note that I usually get caught in this trap just before they have actually started the repairs and the pylons are in place but there is no one working, and the road is perfectly drivable. I know one cannot foresee freak accidents that will tie up highways for hours... but generally if there is a sign up - construction from - to (insert date) then I KNOW to avoid that area... So I can plan for it.... right??? Okay - I know I know - I could have maybe left maybe 15 minutes early - to plan for such eventualities... but sometimes even that is not enough...

Take two weeks ago... My agent emailed me. I had two auditions that weekend. One was Saturday one was Sunday. Then she sent me a second email. There was another on the Sunday. So I take note of the ones I have, and cancel the two on the Sunday. I am going to see my son at school and that is an all day affair. There's one left for the Saturday. I print off the email, so I have the address, name of the production, contact person and a set of sides for the one I was attending. That morning I text the producer to change the time, it's not problem I can get there whenever. I grab my paperwork and head off. Now, I know where this audition is, but I GPS it anyway -because I have been stung before by missing addresses, hidden numbers and mostly because it's good planning... right? I arrive. After parking and wandering up and down the street for 10 minutes I find the place. But the sign on the door DOESN'T MATCH what it says on my paper - So I look at my paper again... it is the original email from my agent and lists the two productions, the date and time for each. The problem is that the one that I am now at is not the one I prepped for - and is actually the one I cancelled because it says on my paper that I am scheduled for SUNDAY at 1:30pm. The look of shock on my face said it all. One of the other actors there asks me what's up... I show her my paper and explain the situation and she says the one I prepped for was at the other address on my sheet and she had read for it that morning - so I make my apologies and head off to the other address thinking that my agent had mixed up the location. I arrive... take a seat. A minute later three women walk up to me. I apologize, because at this point I am hopelessly late, and explain why. They're all very polite and ask my name (auditions are over). Now remember this is the one I had prepped for. She looks at her sheet and says... well we have you booked for tomorrow not today... WTF? I show her my paper; tell her clearly after all the running around this simply wasn't meant to be. AND I am not available on the Sunday. They asked me to read, and it is kick ass... Will I get the job? Not likely since I must have looked like a fool. And to this day still don't know who it was I texted. I am at a loss to figure out HOW I could have prevented this whole situation? I seriously doubt that any kind of planning in the world would have helped!

Onto today... I have an appointment I need to change. I grab my cell on the way the gym. I figure I will call on my way... but my cell is misbehaving... After getting cut off a few times, I figure... not problem I still have a few hours, I'll call from home (note the appointment is for today... it's a chemical peel - but I have an audition and fitting tomorrow and because I do not want my face falling off while on camera, I need to postpone it since after a peel I look like I am suffering from some flesh eating disease... NOT PRETTY!) I work out, leave the gym... phone STILL NOT WORKING... I go and pick up my daughter, HER phone is not working... Okay, I'll go home and call - I still have an hour. Arrive home... go to close my back gate. There is a screwdriver on my lawn, the faceplate of my cable box is lying in the middle of the lawn and it looks like someone has murdered the contents. Okay, someone is doing work in the neighbourhood no bother. Go in and pick up my phone... NO DIAL TONE... (uh duh... my phone is connected through my cable company....) I go out and reconnect the wires in the box (at risk to life and limb)... still no dial tone so now I am freaking. I NEED to change this appointment. I am running out of time. I decide to see if the neighbour is home. She's not but there are men digging in her yard... so I ask them if they are from the cable company. Affirmative! They explain what they are doing. I explain that that my cell network is down, AND because of whatever they were doing my phone is too. I need to make a call. They guy says give him ten minutes. 15 minutes later he shows up at my door says it'll be another 30, gives me his phone to use. I breathe a sigh of relief... turn it on... dial... it dies... Battery dead...

Really sometimes it has nothing to do with planning... it's just that Karma has just decided it's your day to get screwed over...

The Smackdown

Ok, I went in to this eye thing thinking 'hey not so bad, I will have just a bit of swelling and some moderate bruising'...

I got up at the crack of dawn and made my way to the medical center. The facility was nicer than I expected and the nursing staff were great. I have had out patient procedures before and have always seemed to be rushed out when the procedure was over and it always pissed me off because I like to be completely lucid after anastasia before going home.

The nurse prepped me and I went in to the OR and 'poof' the magic drug kicked in and that's all I could remember until I awoke with a freezing face from all the ice. It didn't really hurt but the ice made it sting so the nurse gave me some pain meds - Diladin (and that is the good stuff!). I went again and I must say the staff were great checking on me every 5 min for any little thing I asked for and that was so refreshing.

I ended up staying there until well after 2pm and my procedure was at 8am. That was a good thing and I went home when I wanted to. Nice change of pace for once. I came home to my childen who asked what happened to my face and if it hurt and I answered all the necessary questions and they seemed to be fine. The cute thing was the 2 youngest ones had their faces painted like mommys with big black circles around them!

So that gave me a good laugh. My middle son wants to be a Doctor, so I let him nurse me here and there applying my ice packs and ordering me to drink water. Nothing scary or bloodly seems to bother him and he gets really interested at the healing process. He was rather excited to take care of mommy for a while.

I have been in and out of bed since I returned home but thought you would all like to cringe at the damage! I can see and I'm sure it will be great when all healed up. The best way to describe it is I got beat up by Mike Tyson or Sean Penn. How very Hollywood...

From last night at the New Moon premiere, hanging out with cute 18 year old boys to all this puffy face and pain! What a difference a day makes. Thanks to all of you with your well wishes and feel free to ask me any questions.

It really looks worse than it is!

New Eyes

Well tonight was a really good night. Although I have not changed my take on the movie, I enjoyed the premier very much and am glad I was able to attend.

The night started with the usual getting all dressed up fun and I put on a fantastic blue McQueen frock....only to be stumped as to which clutch to pair it with. I finally decided on a black one and out the door we went.

West Wood was a madhouse and there were SCREAMING girls lined up on both sides waiting for a glimpse of Rob and Taylor. Apparently they had been tented and sleeping there since Thursday night. We pulled up to the carpet and I ran in to an old friend and chit chatted while the cute security guy had my tickets delivered.

There was a lot of faces there that I had not expected to see. Julianne Huff and 50 Cent, the judges from So You Think You Can Dance were there along with the cast of Glee...hell even Larry David came! It was jammed packed with people and all their offspring waiting for the stars to show. While walking in to the theatre the security lady wanted to take my phone and camera and I said "NO WAY!" - so I had to go to this whole other area and get a sticker thing to be able to keep it. I had a quick conversation with the newbie of the Twilight crew, Xavier and what a doll he is! He will be playing the Bad guy in the 3rd installment.

After a few hellos and smiles we took our seats. They were in full force during the movie with the infrared thingy making sure no one was filming. We sat through the movie and I felt the same way about it as the 1st time...

After the film we headed on foot down the street a few blocks to the after party. It was being held at Hammer Museum and by the time I got there my toes were numb from my shoes but they were Gucci and worth all the pain. It was a nice open space and it seems summit paid a pretty penny to make sure it was a nice event. Rob and Kirsten were held up at their table in the back with plenty of security but seemed to talk with fans and take plenty of pictures.

There were young girls everywhere, and strange random older guys taking pics for what I hope was for their kids at home otherwise that's just creepy. Anyway, I headed over to find my old friend and he lets me in to Taylors area. He is a lot smaller than I expected him to be after watching him all beefed up onscreen. He was really well mannered and I must say very gracious with the scores of people waiting for signatures. The night went on and I realized how old I really am at this point. I mean these kids dont have one wrinkle on their faces and their skin is so supple.I was jealous as all hell but glad that I have the experiences that back up all these lines.

My pumpkin clock kicked in at midnight and it seemed I had to get going after a wonderful night.

I have surgery at 7am this morning and have to be out the house by 6:30am. I can't drink or eat anything so there's no reason to stick around. I am having my eyes done and I will be so happy to finally be rid of these bags under my eyes. As of tomorrow I will have 'New Eyes' but don't fret I am not changing the shape at all. No cat woman for me!

All in all it was a fun night and I am sure this film will make a ton of money. It has the 2 fIt guys of the year in it. How can anyone loose....now for my review of New Moon:

Just kidding!

Desperately Seeking Sunglasses

So a while back I was looking for basic tee's and I decided to go in to Gap. I am not big on spending a fortune on tee shirts and basics. I don't think anyone knows where a plain white tee shirt comes from and personally I have no interest spending 200 bucks on something that should cost around 12.

On this particular day, I went to Gap and started looking around and grabbing this and that to try on. I always have to try things on being that my shape is a bit on the voluptuous side! I noticed that the recession had kicked in because I'm at the Beverly Hills Gap and it's a tourist area and it's practically empty in there. There was a 70 year old lady, a soccer mom with 2 young girls, a gay man and a famous 80s actress (who shall remain unnamed!).

I waited for the dressing room and I go in to try on my shirts and decided on what ones I wanted. Upon leaving the dressing room I notice that 80's film star woman walks in to the dressing room area after me. I look around a bit and get ready to pay for my stuff and I suddenly think OH SHIT! I had left my sunglasses in the dressing room. Now these were my brand new pair of Oliver Peoples aviators. About $400 a pair - so I rush back to the room and they are GONE! My glasses were gone.

Now it had only been about 5 min since I left the dressing room and there were only a few people in the store. SO, I have the manager and the dressing room gay attendant looking for my glasses thinking I may have laid them down somewhere else...but NOTHING.

At this point I was getting pissed that someone downright STOLE my glasses. I went over to the counter and 80's actress chick comes up and asks "What did you loose?" I told her some ASS had stolen my sunglasses (knowing there was a chance it was her being she went in the dressing room right as I left).

So then she asks " What brand were they?" Now why the hell would you ask that question? That's when I was 90% sure it was her who nicked them. I mean, maybe you'd ask 'what color were they' or 'what did they look like' but NEVER would someone ask what brand.

Needless to say I left there knowing for sure it wasn't the 70 year old woman and the gay guy was no where in site - so that left the soccer mom with her kids...and 80s actress. I'm not for sure it was her but common sense would look to her as the #1 suspect (I am Mrs CSI don't ya know!).

So now whenever I see a Gap I think of that and I never leave my glasses on my head when going shopping, I put them in the case in my bag. A lesson well learnt!

Up The Duff

So, (I've started with 'So' in order that you all remember this is STILL a Gory Girl blog!) - my best friend Stephen and his wife Liz have been waiting patiently to give birth to their second child for the last week or so.

Now Stephen has been my friend since we went to Junior School together way back in 1983 - he is a very intelligent, dare I say 'straight laced' young man whose life has run alongside my own at a very measured pace. Where as my own life has been something of an erratic cardiogram of high highs and low lows, Stephen has steadily become a very content, happy and successful individual.

At school we once presented a range of 'cartoon characters' we had designed to the class and as geeky 10 year olds swore to go into business drawing cartoons with Stephen running the money side...he was always cleverer than me but couldn't draw for toffee.

Now, 26 years later, we run a design agency - I do the 'drawing' - he does the money!

Anyway, Stephen & Liz's first 'due date' came and went last Thursday - being the calm expectant parents they are, they took this in their stride and prepared for the new due date of Monday. However, Monday came and went without even a kick.

Now, the doctor told them, it was all down to Liz and when she felt ready to give birth...apparently, it was all in the mind and when she was content the baby would come.

On Tuesday night Liz had a slight 'stomach ache' and took a few painkillers to ease her poor tummy - little did she know how useful these would become. Later that night Liz's contractions started, to everyone's surprise...

Stephen & Liz's house is beautifully set in the New Forest, rolling green fields, horses and stables, birds singing in the trees...but not exactly on a main road or near a hospital. Realising it was too late to call for an ambulance, Stephen was forced (although no doubt calmly) to take the reigns and deliver the baby himself.

At 3.14am their new baby girl Sarah was born and both mother and baby are healthy and well. All thanks to Stephen, Liz, a couple of pain killers and a helpful mid-wife on the phone!

When I first heard this I instinctively knew that if pushed Stephen could do anything - from delivering a child to defusing a nuclear device! It's an amazing story and the happy couple now have both a boy (named John) and a girl. I wish them every happiness in the future.

Now, before I go, I must apologise for the title of this blog - I was trying to keep up Gory Girl's obscure naming conventions..."Up The Duff' is an english phrase used to describe those who have fallen pregnant.

All of you expecting an in depth and personal examination of everybody's favourite pop pixie, Hillary Duff will be disappointed...

New Level of Pain

So tonight in spite of being in the worst possible pain possible, I decided to go to the Paramore concert.

First I will talk about the pain!

I have never hurt so bad... I feel like I have been in a car accident. I had a basic idea that I would be a little sore like any new workout routine but never like this. When I arrived at the place I met my trainer and we started with the usual stretching and what not. Almost immediately he just had me grab the trapeze bar and hang from it. After about 2 seconds I was like "OUCH this hurts my hands!" and then I asked if there were special gloves I could buy.

NOPE... nothing - just gonna have to deal with it!

The she shows me in her effortless fashion how I mount the bar and swing my legs over. So I give it a try and it was not happening. I thought to myself "There is no way I'm going to be able to do this" but after about 3 tries I pulled my fat ass over the bar. Then I hung from my knees and there was a whole new pain involved in that. She ended the lesson with a few more tricks & positions and then I had to hang while doing crunches - bringing my body up to touch my knees.

I left there proud I accomplished as much as I did but hurt all over... I just knew it was only going to get worse. The next day I manage to get out of bed and run some errands before going to the show. I really was excited to see Paramore in concert and was lucky enough that the 1st show got cancelled and rescheduled. I was in Paris the first time so I was pleased they had rescheduled it for the 11th.

I dragged my husband and dear old friend Tauvia to the show. In spite of the sore muscles I enjoyed the show. I found her to be just as good as she sounded on her albums. She was full of energy and played to a packed house. Some of the sound was off a bit and the guitar sometimes drowned out the vocals but she was able to belt through it like a champ. I was really impressed by the strength of her voice.

She played all the songs you would expect and the crowd seemed pleased as punch. My husband left saying "Wow, I didn't realize she sang that good". So that to me is a good sign. If you have not heard their new album give it a listen.

On to tomorrows training task...SILKS. This is a whole new level of pain. I'll keep you posted!

Imogen Heap

Last night I had 2 tickets to the Imogen Heap concert in LA and decided to go with an old friend. I have always enjoyed her music but never had the opportunity to see her live.

I had no idea how much was involved in the making of her music. I found her ridiculously talented and am still in awe of the process I have just witnessed! I noticed on Twitter that she was nursing a bad throat (she cancelled at least one gig) so I was worried about the concert being postponed or worse.

She came out and...sounded fantastic! She looped and blended together all the sounds and piano noises that makes up her music beautifully and in between songs she spoke to the audience and involved them in some of the musical processes. 'Just For Now' was one of the songs she needed help with because there is only one of her so the audience was happy to help.

There were a few minor mistakes which she seemed to carry off with a joke here and there - she is really rather funny. Her talent is mind-blowing and I would suggest everyone go see her live. My friend Jesse went with me and had never really heard her music except for a couple of songs she did for CSI from her last album. He was blown away and is now a total fan.

It was a great night of music and I hope you get the chance to experience her first hand. LA was the beginning of her tour so she could be coming to a concert hall near you...watch out for her!

Imogen's new album is called Ellipse and is available on iTunes now.

Little Shit

Ahhh the joys of a small dog. As you all know by now I have a little dog named Becka. She is the most comical little thing I have ever seen and AZ and I both dote on her like she's the best thing since sliced bread. We have been spending time training her and for some reason it's just not sinking in.

We have been doing crate training with her to try to potty train but it has not managed to take. I mean, she does go potty outside when we take her but she is not putting it together that she is only to potty OUTSIDE!

Last night I got home late and my husband made sure to let the puppy out to potty before settling into bed. I snuggled in bed with the puppy and started writing my blog and farming on my Facebook Farm...all of a sudden I smell dog shit. I'm thinking "Wow, what dog farted?" (I have the big dog that sleeps under my bed as well). I continue to write and the smell gets worse so I look at the puppy now curled next to me and I wonder what the fuck? I look over and low and behold the damn dog decided to pee and shit on my bed. ON MY BED!!

So I grab the dog and put her in her cage and go get my husband in the other room and ask him "DID YOU TAKE THE FUCKING DOG OUT??" (it's past 11pm at night BTW). He yells back that, yeah he just did it and why? I'm then shouting "She shit on the bed!" and then he starts in with "I have been picking up shit here and there for days now and am finding little poops everywhere. Did you spank her?" I said No she weighs all of 4lbs how do you spank a little dog...

So at this point we are perplexed by what to do. We can't spank her and she already has an 'I own this house' attitude so we are going to bring out the big guns. THE SQUIRT BOTTLE! Yep, that's right we are going to squirt her. It works on cats and she is about the same size so we are going to try that method.

The other annoying thing is you can't wear socks in the house without her attacking your feet! My poor kids are dragging her around cause she's attached herself to the socks. It does make for a good laugh but when I was putting on my $85 dollar Wolford tights and she went after them like it was a steak it quickly became not so funny.

So let the squirting begin and I am praying that this works cause I'm running out of options. ON MY BED!!?? I mean that's just NASTY!

Flying High

I woke up the other morning and thought to myself, "I want to learn the trapeze".

A while back I went and saw Pink in concert and noticed that she was in great shape and remembered seeing her doing trapeze work in Santa Monica. I guess she was working on her Funhouse Tour stuff. So I decided to pop in to the school and see what they had to offer.

I walked in and asked them for the info on private lessons for silks and static trapeze. 'Silk' being the long fabric you see the Cirque people wind up and down in and 'static trapeze' being the stable bar and whatnot that you swing around on but it doesn't move with you. I have never really done any type of sport and I find that I'm in okay shape but not that strong, I can manage to do 1 pull up if that, so I asked them for some more info. The lady I spoke with said that I will love it and that people really become proud when they are able to accomplish it on their own with no help. The flying trapeze you're belted to and pulled through the tricks is fun but not as good of a workout. She also said to cancel my other exercise classes because I will most likely be too sore to carry on with them.

So I decided to start taking the classes as of next week. I have a silk class and a static trapeze class. I will be going 2 times a week. I am scared shitless of heights as well so this should make for an interesting couple of days. My husband is excited as is my Dad to accompany me to my lessons - most likely to heckle from the side lines and get funny stories to blog about on level 26!

The other thing scaring me is that I have no idea what to expect - all I do know is I want Pink's abs and a fun workout. I mean, I know it's hard but how hard could it really be? When I talked to the performers from my Halloween show they said It takes some time but I should be able to do it. Most importantly I'll need to be patient with it. This was coming from the young girl that did the full SPLITS with the silks from my party. I have NEVER been able to manage the splits at all. I am rather fearless though and I am always looking for new things to do.

Who knows I may just be able to do this or it could end in utter disaster. I will defiantly give you all the goods on my first lesson. so wish me luck!

"She Can't Help It, The Girl Can't Help It"*

Today I backhanded a tennis ball across the court to my husband. We'd been playing for almost two hours without incident (incident meaning me getting hit by a ball).

In fact, he had just commented (the dear), "Hey, you haven't been hit by a ball!"

I merely muttered, "Please don't go saying things like that before we're finished playing."

So I had quite nicely hit the ball over to his side when he whacked it back and it headed straight for my chest. No bounce, just straight towards me. I instinctively stuck my hand out, which did, effectively stop the ball. It really hurt and I had to fight the urge to throw the racquet.

Now, I realize that getting hit with a tennis ball (hard) isn't necessarily out of the ordinary, but if you're thinking that, then perhaps you don't know me too well.

I am, for lack of a better word, clumsy. So much so, that Drew (my husband) the other day whacked his leg against a concrete flower pot and thought to himself that he just "Pulled an Adri." Wow. All I can say is that the man is lucky I'm in love with him.

Let me explain just what all "Pulling an Adri" could possibly mean:

I drop things, a lot. Primarily kitchen utensils (the sharper the better, right?), markers, papers, sometimes books while teaching, and Drew's favorite, M&M's all over the kitchen floor while attempting to fill up our dispenser.

I hit my shin on the bathtub at least once a week. You can check my bruises. The bathtub doesn't change, and I should theoretically know through conditioning to raise my leg higher.

I constantly stub my toes. Oh, you know on things like walls, table legs, and other people's feet. Once I even ran the vacuum cleaner over my big toe.

I get stepped on quite frequently. Yes, stepped on. In line by adults, at school by children, it doesn't really matter. Of course I usually have flip-flops or peep-toes on at these moments.

If something can be slammed shut, I will do it. Not because I actually SLAM it shut, but more so because it just...seems...to...slip out of my hand...really quickly, making a loud noise.

If I am bent over, picking something up and there is a sharp corner anywhere in the vicinity, my head will find it.

Flip flops + me + any moisture at ALL = recipe for disaster.

And let's not forget that I get hit by flying objects more than the average person should. Frisbee during a picnic in the park, soccer ball simply walking by, multiple dodge balls to the thigh just passing, tennis ball in the hand, and my personal favorite, a fly ball at a Texas A&M baseball game. The ball came soaring towards me as I thought, "Surely it won't hit me?" Well, as my, then boyfriend, ducked and covered, I was hit square in the chest, sending my popcorn flying several feet up into the air. Upon recovering from having the wind knocked out of me, I picked the ball up out of my lap and received a semi-standing ovation from those around me.

I kept the ball.

Is this all because I'm not paying enough attention? Because of some random genetic wiring? Because I'm left handed?

Who knows.

I just know I want to stop getting hit by things.

*The title is pulled from Fergie's song, 'Clumsy' off of the album, The Duchess.

Just Visiting

Tonight I decided to curl up and watch the long awaited return of the newly made series V.

I watched this show years ago when it was a mini series and the visitors were lizard type Aliens. I enjoyed it back then although the budget was pretty low. A lot has changed since then and it looks to me like they have put a ton of money in to this show.

I do have to wonder why it is we keep bringing back the oldies like Melrose Place and 90210. Being that my husband is in the TV business, I always like to see what shows start off the Fall Season. Are there really not enough good ideas out there that we have to keep on rehashing old ones? Or are they just trying to nab the younger generation by bringing them back? I do like the way they have changed this show around a bit. I am liking the actors and where it seems to be going. Not much has impressed me this season. One show I really didnt like was the cheesy Vampire Diaries. Just because Twilight did so well doesn't mean we need to saturate the TV, movies and the teen section at the bookstore with just any vampire concept. But I do believe that's what they do. When Star Wars came out in 1977, suddenly EVERYTHING being green lighted was sci-fi...bringing us Bucks Rogers, Battlestar Galactica (another 'reimagined classic') and the return of Star Trek.

I remember the 1st year of CSI: Las Vegas - my husband went to a producer and had an idea about a new spin off idea about a female investigator who solves dead cases or as they are known to the police 'Cold Cases'. Back then we were new to TV land. My husband was told that "it was too soon" and to give it a couple years before pitching a new show to the network...

Surprisingly, the next season a little show called Cold Case showed up. How strange.

TV and networks are a strange brew that I don't think I will ever understand. One of the best shows this season is The Good Wife. I was really surprised at how well done and original this show was and that it was a completely different take on a law show. V seems to be promising and I will give it my traditional '4 episode undivided attention' and if it holds me I don't remove it from the Season Pass list on my Tivo.

I would really like to hear for everyone in the Forum on what shows this season you liked and why. I only have so much time to check out new shows but here is a list of whats on my Tivo at the moment:

V, The Good Wife, Survivor, Project Runway, Hung, Nurse Jackie, So You Think You Can Dance, Hells Kitchen, Lost, Gossip Girl, America's Next Top Model, Brothers & Sisters, Heroes, Greys Anatomy, Little Britain USA, True Blood, The Tudors, Californication, Weeds & Big Love...that's a lot of viewing hours.

These are all shows that I think are worth watching. If you haven't caught any of these shows please give them a few episodes and let me know your thoughts. If you have favorites that I have not mentioned, again, give me the low down.

Bobble Head

So, today at around 1pm in the afternoon I find out I have tickets to the World Premiere of 2012 and a car is coming to get me at 4:30. I called my husband and he said he didn't want to go - that leaves me dateless and in dire need of an outfit.

I texted my LA BFF and thank goodness he had just arrived home from NYC and said he would go. I decided to take my father for a quick lunch and sat quietly putting together outfits in my head as we ate - narrowing it down to 3. I got home and proceeded to get all glammed up for the big event. All I really know about this film is that the world ends but I was excited to see it. So I get my make up done and my hair sorted and I move in to the closet to put on outfit number one...

See I broke out in a bit of a rash from the massage oil on my neck yesterday and wanted to go for something that would hide it a bit. I try on the 1st outfit and it looks like crap. I liked the black slacks but the top was all wrong, so I try for a different top and I still wasn't feeling it. You see it only takes me about 40 min to actually get ready but another hour or so deciding on what the hell to wear! When BFF Daniel came round he concurred what I already knew about my outfit choice and then the panic set in. I had been digging through my closet for an hour now and couldn't find a stitch to wear. I finally settled on an always chic black dress and a pair of Minolos. I felt good about it but not fierce.

Anyway, onto the premiere. We arrive right on time and I find out that the film is 2 hours and 45 minutes long. Oh my... that's long. I grabbed my popcorn and headed to my seat. Right in front of me was George Hamilton and I must say he looks damn good for his age. After the movie we bolted for the door to the After Party. We wanted to be sure to get a seat and get the first go at the buffet - by this time I was starved!

The party was good and the food was even better. We chatted with some of the people we knew there and then we got serious and started to work the room. My BFF wanted a picture of himself with Adam Lambert (runner up in American Idol 2009) in the worst way and I of course wanted one with John Cusak. We came across the area where John was and waited while the hoards of people took a moment and then Daniel popped in and said "can we get a pic?" In the rush to get the picture my BFF, bless his heart, only got my head!

It is not the most flattering of pics for sure but I got one and Mr. Cusak was rather gracious about it (although he doesn't look it from the photo!). Now on to Adam Lambert. I see the older women American Idol fans start to circle him like sharks and I knew if I didn't get in there fast we would be screwed...so I b-lined it over there and cut off a few women in the process. "Can I get a pic for my friend?" I asked sweetly. He was so nice and said sure.

After a pic and some fashion talk (he was wearing a studded Balmain jacket) we decided to pop a couple of cheesecake bites and head on home. It was a fun filled night and I will be sure to give you the skinny on the movie in my movie section.

Felt Up

Today I woke up and deemed November to be ME month. I was up to my ass in stress during October and I wanted to just enjoy a day of pampering. I decided to check myself in to the local spa. In Vegas I had many hotels that offered what I like to call 'fake vacations' where I could check in to a hotel spa all day. I'd drink and dine all night have a bit of a gamble and then wake up the next day and drive 15 min home!

LA doesn't have many of those types of hotels but I did manage to find one with a really nice spa. I woke up and handled my morning duties and then I was off to the Montage Beverly Hills. I went on up to the 9th floor conservatory restaurant and pool and ordered a Bellini right off the bat - I figured I was going to be there all day so may as well start off with a drink! It was nearly noon and I figured it was fine (not like drinking at 9am would be - that would constitute a rehab trip not a spa one). Anyway, I ordered my light lunch, pulled pork BBQ sliders that were so yummy I'm nicking that recipe for the family.

SO off I went to the spa where I started off with a salt scrub...it figures that with my luck that I had shaved the day before so as the lady was scrubbing the shit out of my skin I knew when she rinsed me off that it would sting like all hell and it did just that. Note to all, NEVER shave before a scrub. DUH DUH me. Then came my heavenly mud wrap. I was all toasty warm in my mud tin foil contraption while she gave me a nice head massage. After that I laid there with my attractive paper bra and panties and had a hot vichi shower. Then I went in for my 90 min massage.

Oh the joys of a massage. Right as I am getting all druiley and relaxed I realize that she is rubbing my back in such a way that I felt a fart coming on. Yes, I dont know about you but when you get all relaxed and you're being jostled and rubbed it tends to bring out the gas or in some of my friends case (male) wood. I guess I am lucky that I was able to refrain from letting it go but shit it sure did wake me out of my trance. I kind of knew what it felt like for a moment being a guy and getting all aroused and how embarrassing that would be if the therapist noticed but in my case a rather womanly fart was the issue. I slipped back into my thoughtless, relaxed state and when it was over I left feeling relaxed and happy.

I think that people in general need to give themselves ME time. Maybe not the spa but anything, maybe a day with a good book and a hot bath or a day of golf. Anything that gives you some time to just be. I think it does a soul good and makes you better at life in general if you can take the time to treat yourselves. I know that with some of my friends that they don't make the time and I think that they should.

Stress sucks and worse it ages you - I am trying to stay as young as humanly possible. On that note I think everyone should plan a day and be sure and write me about what kind of day you had and how you felt after.

Bad Breath

Halloween comes round once a year and I always look forward to dressing up my Munchkins and heading out for some Trick or Treat fun. Unfortunately, I don't live in the kind of neighborhood that you can trick in. I left a HUGE bowl of candy outside - now it's 10pm and it's still there! I guess that's a good thing if you don't want to get bothered.

So, I packed up my kids and drove off to Santa Monica to a neighborhood with sidewalks. My oldest dressed up as Rocky complete with a black eye. My middle one was Spidey without the mask. I guess it annoyed him, and the youngest was Yoda. They were all jazzed up about going and it brought back some great memories of when I was a child. I lived in Las Vegas way back when and our house was on a ranch in the middle on nowhere - my Mom had to drive us out of the way to an actual neighborhood so we could Trick or Treat.

I remember there was a time that we would all have to go and get our candy X-rayed because of a candy apple razor blade thing and poisoned candy. At least there is none of that going around anymore.

We took the kids house to house and it all goes according to plan. Making our way back home, 1 by 1, I dumped out each kids bag of goodies to inspect them like a Mom does and imagine my surprise when I come across mints from El Pollo Loco. YEP! That's right someone gave out fast food mints. Now I'm not sure about you but to me if I dont want to give out candy I turn my light off, not give out old ass fast food mints. I put it to the side and kept digging through and low and behold a few more mints..I move on to the other kids bag and same thing. There wasn't many but the fact that there were any at all was lame. I guess they figured it was dark and no one would even notice that they had chickens on the wrapper!

LMAO. I mean, last I checked my 2 year old doesn't have gingivitis.

I had to laugh about it though because my goodness that's some quick thinking or planning. How does one get their hands on all those fast food mints unless you collect them throughout the year for this very thing? No one is that lame RIGHT? Overall they had a successful score and I will most likely be dipping into the bags for months to come. I think all mothers will be.

My grab is for the Almond Joys and Snickers. I hope everyone had a great Halloween and feel free to share all your fun from the night as well!