-- I'm not one to go out and get gussied up for Halloween. I've never been much for costumes and all the hoo-hah that goes into getting myself made up to be someone or something for one night of debauchery.
This year, though, I kind of broke with tradition and actually took the time and effort to come up with a Halloween costume, which you see here on the right. If you look closely, you will see a bunch of baby chickens attached to my body, and I know the first thing that will come to your mind will be something along the lines of "Is he back in therapy yet?"
The costume I created -- with the help of the fine sewing talents of a good friend of mine -- is a "chick magnet." It's an offshoot of an idea I saw on the Townie News website run by Paul "Fitzy" Fitzgerald -- the idea on his website showed a guy with Barbie Dolls attached to his shirt.
Not having any Barbie Dolls around the house (since I no longer have a daughter in the house), I had to come up with an alternative. Originally, I had planned on going to a costume store to find a bunch of plastic chicks, but could find nothing but ducks. Fortunately, I have about a million graphic art pieces at home from my creative sources and was able to find a chick I could copy and print out about 40 times.
The costume was a hit at my poker league's Halloween bash (even if the cards did not cooperate). The only question I had was -- were they laughing at me because of the funny take on the phrase, or were they laughing because of the thought that I might consider myself to be attractive to the opposite sex?
Considering my recent track record with the opposite sex . . . my money would be on the latter.
-- This weekend my mom's side of the family is getting together to take family pictures.
It seems that every time there's a new addition to the family, there is a sudden urge to take pictures. The last time we got together for family photos, my youngest nephew was a toddler. Now that my niece has reached that stage, the time has come again to gather the family together, dress up and smile for the camera.
Thankfully, the family has not been waiting on me to add another twig to the family tree before doing the picture thing. If that were the case, the wait would be an extremely long one, and a lot of photographers would go hungry as a result.
-- One of the frustrating things about getting ready to move is trying to prioritize the things on your to-do list.
The other day, I found myself with about 10 things that needed to be done that day. Being the world-class procrastinator that I am, I found myself walking around in circles saying the following (to myself, of course):
"OK, first I need to take a shower, but the bills need to be paid so I should do that. Wait a minute, I need to organize my closet and get all the clothes I want to take to Goodwill out of there. I'll do that, BUT FIRST I need to do the dishes. Well, the dishes have been there long enough, one more day won't kill them, so let's get the cable box out and take that back to the cable company. Before I do THAT, though, I need to go through some boxes in storage and get out what I don't need. I'll get that done, but before THAT gets done . . . I need to play some poker."
So at least the day wasn't a TOTAL waste . . .
-- The weekend is going to be a good one, and I hope you enjoy yours. We'll be taking the first odd-numbered day of November off, and the next edition of DGMS will be up Monday morning.
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Have a good weekend . . .
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