Ferris Bueller...You're My Hero

Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.


Ferris Bueller, Sloane Peterson and Cameron Frye, live and in person! We were pretty accurate - minus Ferris' leather jacket. I spent hours tonight trying to modify a black leather jacket but only ended up wasting a lot of money and making a lot of mess. But still....not bad! Craig was going to be our Cameron, but he overplayed the part and got sick. When Cameron was in Egypt's land...let my Cameron go-o-o-.... The understudy, my roommate Chris, replaced him.


The prize for the Funniest Costume went to Jamie and my Nameless Faceless Best Friend. Jamie improved his Mormon missionary costume by adding a partner in spreading the good word. Good little Mormons...But what do they really have in those backpacks?
You always wondered and now you know. They claim that everyone's favorite is the missionary position.

Other fun costumes...

David was the guy from A Clockwork Orange and the winner of the Most Original costume.

Laura was a boxer. Despite the black eye, she claims to have won the fight. The medal claims her first place status. Karissa and Eric were hippies (obviously)
And sadly another Halloween is over. :(

Halloween Collars

I felt guilty leaving the dogs behind when I went to Brazil, so like any weak parent, I bought them presents to show them how much I love them. And like any self-respecting kid, neither of them were happy with the gift they got, they wanted what was given to their sibling. Georgie is pouting because she wanted spiders, not crossbones. (Isn't she cute??)

Frankie is gloating over the spiders now that he knows that Georgie wants them.

It's back to their regular collars on Saturday - I'm sick of all the fighting.

Her Name Was Lola...

You don't have to be Jamie to wear a costume to a non-costume event. I also love a good costume no matter the occasion. The Fabigs hosted a Vegas-style casino night party tonight as a fundraiser for Project C.U.R.E. And I say...what's a Vegas-style casino night without a showgirl??
Of course I wasn't the only one dressed to play. You can always count on Jamie. He says...what's a Vegas-style casino night without a 1970's playa and his playee??
He also told me I looked like an Oompa-Loompa, which wasn't very nice at all! Of course, I know he's just jealous because I had the better costume...

The Nature of Nature

Today while I was running Trail 100:
I saw something that looked like this:
But Frankie wasn't with me so I realized that 20 yards ahead of me on the trail was really one of these:
I didn't take this picture - my camera was in my pack and when the coyote saw me he skulked back into the brush, as is the nature of a coyote. About 100 yards further on down the trail I ran into two other hikers, an older man and, presumably, his adult daughter. I told them about the coyote. The man's response was "Did it attack you? Because you are certainly attractive and if I had the opportunity, I would attack you!", as is the nature of a dirty old man. The daughter hauled him away in a hurry, as is the nature of an embarrassed daughter.

A couple miles down the trail I saw this:
I did have time to get my camera and take this photo, as it is the nature of the tarantula to move a bit slower than a coyote.

Not an Eyeball to Be Seen

Two blind mice...see how they run (a golf tournament):
Edited to add: For the few of you who told me you just don't get it... if you enlarge the picture you will see that you, in fact, cannot see our eyeballs. Though I am completely used to photos of me where my glasses cut off my lovely ojos, it is unusual for me to be photographed with an eye-less comrade, especially one not wearing ojo-hiders. Also, this photo was taken at a golf tournament that we were coordinating, thus the "see how they run (a golf tournament)". And if you're still confused, you might want to review your nursery rhymes, starting with 3 Blind Mice.