Maybe I should start a Halloween costume idea blog.

Because they just. keep. coming.

The latest: carry around a giant bunch of red balloons and be "99 Red Balloons." (or "Luftballoon," for our German friends.)

Seriously folks. I need more to do at work.

Oh, Facebook

I am now friends with my entire preschool/kindergarten carpool, thanks to Facebook. We're talking 1980. And we all still remember entirely too much about each other. Time for a reunion. Your mini-van/Wagoneer or mine?

Dressing slutty and getting a sugar high? Thank you, Halloween!

Actually, NOT dressing slutty this year - do that enough on a regular basis. But yes please, sugar high. Candy at 8am at work? Sounds like a good start to the day. And it's just going to get worse. By Monday morning I might need an emergency dental appointment. But totally worth it.

Also looking forward to counting how many Snookies and Situations I run into tomorrow night. Plus Antoine Dodson (the "hide yo' kids" guy). As a kid, I never dressed as the "it" thing. I remember in third grade, the cool girl in school was Boy George. And I was in a biker gang along with the rest of my family. Yep.

Then in high school, we were only allowed to dress up senior year. And did I look cute and sassy? No sir. (Of course, it was all girls, so who really cared anyway) Went with an all green unitard and flippers...Kermit the Frog. Flippers are ridiculously hard to walk in, btw. We even cut a ping pong ball in half and sewed it to a green knit cap for the eyes. Good times.

Chapel Hill really did Halloween right. Franklin Street was totally blocked off and it was just sheer mayhem. But senior year I had to work (Chili's. Nice.) and remember getting pulled over for speeding on the way home. Dressed in a ballerina costume. I knew the cop thought I had been drinking and was PRAYING I wouldn't have to get out and walk the line in my tutu. Luckily he saw my Chili's apron on the front seat and was apparently a fan of the Awesome Blossom because he let me go. Phew.

Viva Halloween 2010. One of these years I'll get too old for this shiz, but this year isn't it. :)

What I'm being for Halloween NEXT year

Sheer awesomeness.

I am also ghetto-fabulous, apparently.

Just realized that I have gaping holes in BOTH sleeves of the sweater-dress I am wearing. Which I am ALSO wearing to a happy hour immediately after work. Nice. No wonder this bad boy was on sale. Argh.

16 and Pregnant is so depressing

Don't get me wrong - Teen Mom is entertaining as hell. (And also slightly depressing - hel-lo, Amber and Gary)

But the latest version of 16 and Pregnant? Sheesh. The girl from Mansfield who races cars, owns goats, and plans on living in a barn with her new hubby? Nice. Really making Texas look good, sweetie. And why is she getting the IUD after the baby was born? Shouldn't this have been a discussion a year ago?

Sigh...(and yet of course I will keep watching.)

I am the most high-maintenance low-maintenance girl around.

After having so much fun getting fake hair and false eyelashes at the wedding in Iowa, I decided to try my luck on my own. Bought the fake hairpiece and lashes and went to town. But had to pull over. Couldn't master either one. Shouldn't come as a big surprise, considering I don't know how to use a curling iron either. (Or really a regular iron, for that matter)

For being such a girly-girl, I sure am dude-like when it comes to beauty and hair products. Although I do love me some glitter eyeshadow. So maybe I'm more like a tranny.