Twenty-two Dollars and a Pair of Panties

Hello all:

I hope your Thanksgiving was grand. Mine was excellent and I'll tell you more about that in a later post. Here now is a story of the odd and unexplained:

I came home from Baton Rouge yesterday around 5pm or so. C keeps her home so outrageously orderly the first things I noticed in my own house was that it was decidedly messy, and a bit stenchy. I set about cleaning up a bit and cleaning the litterboxes and then took out the trash. I then returned, opened the front door and stared at my roomie R and said with a suspicious and only-slightly serious tone:
Me: "OK, R, what the hell happened this weekend?"
She looked puzzled and paused, paintbrush poised over her art project with the Bears game in the background.
R: "What do you mean? I went to a pot luck for Thanksgiving and I've been doing art. That's pretty much it."
Me: Well, I just found a pair of women's panties in my yard and also a small roll of cash. Twenty-two dollars."
R raised an eyebrow: "Well, I don't carry cash and I don't throw panties in the yard so I have no clue."

So, mystery may never be solved but the panties went immediately in the trash, even though C teased me that I finally had a pair to save since I was always trying to steal a pair of hers for a souvenir. True, I told her, but I know where she has been and no telling what hootchie mama was wearing these 'yard-drawers'.

So, R and I had a nice pizza with the mystery bucks and to add to the strangeness of the evening, the pizza place made us a medium instead of a large pizza so they made us two and gave us the second for free. So, free food bought with free money.

Overall, a great day.

As Corey says "You Can't Play With Crazy".

O.J.'s latest: 'If I Did It, Here's How It Happened'

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- In a new TV interview and book, O.J. Simpson discusses how he would have committed the slayings of his ex-wife and her friend "if I did it."
The two-part television interview, titled "O.J. Simpson: If I Did It, Here's How It Happened," will air November 27 and November 29 on Fox, the TV network said Tuesday.
"O.J. Simpson, in his own words, tells for the first time how he would have committed the murders if he were the one responsible for the crimes," the network said in a statement. "In the two-part event, Simpson describes how he would have carried out the murders he has vehemently denied committing for over a decade."
"This is an interview that no one thought would ever happen. It's the definitive last chapter in the Trial of the Century," Mike Darnell, executive vice president of alternative programming for Fox, said in a statement.
The interview, conducted with book publisher Judith Regan, will air days before Simpson's new book, "If I Did It," goes on sale November 30. The book "hypothetically describes how the murders would have been committed," the network said.
The book is published by ReganBooks, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers run by Regan. HarperCollins, like Fox, is a unit of News Corporation.
Simpson, who now lives in Florida, was acquitted in a criminal trial of the 1994 killings of his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend Ronald Goldman. Simpson was later found liable in 1997 in a wrongful death lawsuit filed by the Goldman family.
Messages left with Simpson and his attorney Yale Galanter were not returned Tuesday night.

Love is a Drug. Gimmie a Hit.

OK, remember that grrl that batted my heart like a cat toy? That hot grrl from B.R.? I went to see her this weekend. It was sooo wonderful. Am I insane? You bet? Idiotic? Probably. Blissed out? Yep! Who knows for how long but I've decided that shouldn't matter. I mean, should you decide not to have feelings for someone just because you can't see how you will end up in rocking chairs together? Yeah, probably no rocking chairs for me and this one but damn she is hot! My roomie always describes C as 'that hot girl'. Yeah, she don't know the half of it...

So she will be in San Antonio in less than two weeks for a conference, and she has invited me back to her place for Thanksgiving so I'm going to give it a try, even if it leaves me with claw marks and covered in slobber in the end. Actually I wouldn't mind those results DURING....

Oh. My. God.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. I was always bummed out when I lived in other locations- especially apartments- and didn't get a lot of trick-or-treaters. Things have definitely changed. My neighborhood is apparently Halloween Central. I think last night was a record-buster. I did my usual creepy pumpkin carving using the pattern book, put out some spider-web lights on the pathway and bought MAJOR candy to prepare. The first hour is always nerve-wracking. Will they come? Will I be stuck with so much candy I'll give myself Diabetes eating it all?

Then, they came. And came. And came. Hordes. Scores. Masses. Young mothers with costumed baby vampires and pumpkins. I know this infant has no idea what is going on and will (hopefully) not be eating the candy but I think it is sweet that having a child gives the parent the opportunity to go trick-or-treating as an adult. I got tiny princesses, fairies, mermaids and oh yeah- SO many pirates! Lots of Spider-men, Scream ghouls, bleeding skeletons and warriors. Some cowboys, football players and of course a large number of sullen-looking pre-teens with no costume at all and a pillow case or more often- a plastic HEB grocery bag. I didn't discriminate, I gave them all the standard, pre-arranged two or three pieces.

Then it got a bit scary. See, they didn't stop. It just got worse. Masses all showing up together in clusters of 10, 15, sometimes 20 kids at a time. Then the slow-moving mini-vans, trucks and cars would pull up like a drive by and Snow-Whites and Zorros would pile out in such massive numbers it looked like a clown car bit at a circus. I began to be afraid. My reserves were running low. At around 8:30 when the onslaught had not abated, I began to get desperate. I rifled through cabinets and found old rolls of life-savers, Hershey kisses, and when those were gone, fell back on my stash of fruit rollups, packs of 100-calorie oreo bits and personal candy bars and my treasured pack of pop-rocks. The last kid, right before 9:30, got an unpopped bag of microwave popcorn. At that point the light was turned out, the pumpkin extinguished and the door closed. I settled into the rest of Nip/Tuck feeling exhausted and exhilarated.

I can't wait for next year, but now that I know what I am up against, I will prepare for over 200 guests. I know they are out there, and they will be back.