Walking through Target the other day on a harrowing hunt for non-felt based elf costumes, I wondered down the tights section. Boy did I regret it. There they were, right in front of me: the two most gorgeous pair of shiny metallic tights EVA! One in gold, the other pair in silver. Sweeping them up into my long awaiting arms I began to bounce around and giggle, shouting for my D to come see the goodies the big red hath bestowed upon us. He tried to remove them from my arms, but finding it futile, amputated my arms and we quickly walked away.

Later, I was bored. I ran through surf the channel to see if there were any new episodes of my favorites I had missed (ps. what’s with Bone’s where chick was all like “oh yeah, I was all lesbian for like the week between episodes, but you blinked and missed that). So i decided to click on the ad for the new 90210 show. Vomit. Cross between OC and …um…something else equally vile, I began having flash backs to my Beverly Hills 90210 of youth…so I went a searching only to fall upon an archive of all the BevH 90210 you could ever want. It was like a Wonka Factory full of 80’s goodness: from the hairstyles to the clothing you walk by during your Goodwill Raids. I was really excited for two whole episodes and then couldn’t take another moment of teenage angst and shoulder pads, I fell asleep.

But, like the title says: This Has Nothing to do With the Eighties. Instead, it has everything to do with some of the greatest journalism I have yet to stumble on. It may just be my over exposure to Treasure Coast Journalism talking, but searching the web for party ideas, I came across an article on the Cloverfield movie that excited me.

Two things that kind of made me say “hmmm?” about the whole thing. 1. Cloverfield. 2. It was on the MTV site. It was full of meaty words and definitely not written to cater to the 5th grade mentality like most articles these days (THANK YOU USATODAY!). It was delectable, delicious and lush. It was stunning and made you feel like you were eating cheesecake.

“Who wrote this” she thinks to herself, I should read more of their work…Kurt effin’ Loder! Like THE “This is Kurt Loder with MTV News” creepy old guy from my youth. Sigh. It all caught up to me around then: the eighties were everywhere and I couldn’t escape it. Then I started thinking: what would things like “rad” and “righteous”, “cowabunga” and “eat my shorts” translate to in Lol and txt?

It was all too much, my sanity waning…I’m gonna go get a bad perm now. TTYL! Bye.

I’m like working all the time. It was ok at first, I just hoped it would calm down a bit, but like the phone…it’s always ringing, it’s always ringing when I am on it, so even just stepping out a few hours to run grocery shopping is getting out of control. I’m in the meat section fighting with D about cutting down on meat, getting Solaris to not touch the tripe and trying to coordinate weekend events. Then I feel guilty because I’m getting “you are impossible to get a hold of” and clients need immediate answers and something else needs done by a due date. So, like, I guess what I need to know is…if I just take an afternoon off once or twice a week so I’m not technically drinking on the clock, would you mind?

P.S. Crackberry Swag Ripped from Here.

My press credentials for the Jimmy Buffet/Obama Concert in Tampa came through. It was 5:30 when I checked, the concert was at 3. I am in so desperate a need of a vacation I can barely stand it.

D: Nice

S: We should have another baby

D: What? No.

S: Come on, we would get some time to ourselves according to this chart.

Tradition’s Halloween Festival, originally uploaded by shellgreenier.

Blue = Bad. Iz is Hi.

Tradition’s Halloween Festival, originally uploaded by shellgreenier.

Sol helped us hand out candy, and made out pretty well herself.

Tradition’s Halloween Festival, originally uploaded by shellgreenier.

Or how a sugar high came to be….

Tradition’s Halloween Festival, originally uploaded by shellgreenier.

Bryan and Pam came over for our Almost-Annual Pumpkin Carving Nite. Jack was born of this chaos. His seeds we dElish. nom.

Sol had her first field trip in school today. We went to the pumpkin patch down the road from our house (at the local church, my jaw kind of dropped when I first moved here and found out the churches held these things…considering it’s pagan roots, but that is a different blog, one I am not getting to).

Picking out Pumpkin

And listening to stories

And Iz came along…

The end.

It was cold enough the last week to bust out the bunny poncho. In fact, it was 45 degrees some nights, which, combined with the snow birds returning and firing up their electricity, created brown outs. Cold + no heat = pittsburgh?

PS. She licks windows. Mom freaks at the germ possibilities.