Halloween has always been magical and so much fun around my house. My daughter has always accepted my costume choice with enthusiasm and even at seven almost eight no complaints. I always went overboard because she has always made the costume just come alive in gymnastics and dance and of course, out to trick-or-treat was the icing on the cake with thee oooohs and ahhhs of adults cooing over my child that never appears to be preening and voguing, but I know full well she knows how to work over admirers.
Now I find myself ranting at the computer and realizing the month has flown by and I have yet to go teach Character Education for the month. I have mirrors decorated for each child stating: Respect Begins with Me! and then there are my worksheets, and my favorite tattooed picture to rouse up conversation, along with Shel Silverstein's Rotten Convention to read. The ranting came over having to hobnail my printers together to print off all the sheets for the kids with color. Now I'm sending it off to a new teacher, praying she likes them and being irritated at myself for doubting my teaching abilities.
Then there is the computer guy that is coming to my house today, supposedly. Just talking to him on the phone makes my mind swirl with all the possibilities. I can't help it. Magic is thinking big again, and my expectations come with a red sticker. Said sticker inspires people to think to the track 'Do the Hustle'. I need to stop. The conflict of what I feel and past experience doesn't rate judgement before I meet him. Sad thing is, I was more excited in the beginning, because meeting DD DJ was a shiny new experience and how fun was that!? So he reeled me in like a mackerel just because of common interests, singing with him was cool (he actually isn't bad when he's not crooning country) and he didn't see my knife by invading my personal dance space. Then, after not enough sleep and realizing I about know his entire life story in less than a month....ooooh Faye.... DJ said Computer Guy was his 'friend'... SHIT BRAIN... stay here....but your body just left for help!! This inner dialogue reached tantamount heights with DJ being middle man. Again. Brain thinks: THIS IS NOT A DOPE DEAL... it's my computers. EJECT! EJECT! Then I met his daughter. Oh how I wanted to like this child that was trying to be more than a kid. But no, gut said: good with daughter, but she will probably find Shrubbery on first night and have the gall to hang out in your room and breathe. THUD! Damn, I know what feeling she gave me! ITT. Intent to touch. I never make snap decisions on kids, because that's what they are, even if they are so ego inflated that high speed thought processing can only be achieved during REM cycle. Boy do I let my mind just take off running. Anyway, I prepared myself for disenchantment ... only to find myself putting DJ on cruise, so I can downshift and test this man's injectors. *sigh* Listening to him speak was so mysterious and fun ... I finally know a Bruce. A person. I have always secretly thought Bruce was just a sexy man name which was pinned on faceless pinnacle moments (There are people that do, and people that lie about it)
OK, new paragraph because that one is on the line of TMI. Anyway, this voice with this name sounded so 'in season' and I really couldn't divine too much on the phone .. which also means this thing is a bit long and I didn't even reach the part where I dressed up as the Bee Girl from Blind Melon's music video: No Rain.
I will dedicate myself to blogging another entry about Halloween, because there is too much for one entry, so.....
Gotta run. LATER today, I will talk about Bruce again because I'm being weird, and for me to actually see it.. hum. I wanted to add this man to my bucket list the moment I clapped eyes on him! WTF? I'm not used to exertion of composure skills The crazy part was me wanting to tell him. Then calling up DJ friend and telling him that he should stop TRYING to ever explain his friends when he has overcompensation issues. Anyway, I'm digressing. I do want to twist his ear though. He's worse than my BFF for gossip that is sideways bad.
So I want to discuss shadows. Holding hands with Nattie. I believe that was the best part of trick or treating. Running with her hand in mine.. our shadows cast stark against the night... happiness..
John observing a bee lover come out of his home to watch Nattie and I get into his truck .. and how I blushed when John told me. It felt weird to be worried about what impression I left. I merely wanted to be that Bee Girl.. out loud ... because I always have been.
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