Freaky Friday

It is after all Friday the 13th so a Freaky Friday is totally appropriate. When we were younger we would watch the movie Hocus Pocus all.the.time. The VCR tape is probably on it's last leg actually because I would normally say we have watched it 500 times but without any exaggeration I could probably safely say 300. We were all a character, Sarah was of course the pretty hot witch Sarah, Mitchell was Whinny, Shanna was Mary and I of course was the tom boy trouble causing little sister or the rat tail they find in their cottage. Oh and Alisha was the little girl Emily in the beginning that the witches kill within the first five minutes or Binx the cat. We pretty much became these people. One Summer day we were out front messing around and keeping out of my mom's hair, in other words letting her put the house back together before hurricane Sorensen Kids ripped it up like a helpless trailer park. Our mailbox hadn't been bricked around yet so it just sat on top of a big wood post inside of a five gallon bucket of cement. Sarah decided that she wanted to mount the mailbox like it was a broom and start singing the song Sarah the witch sings to enchant the children. We were enchanted alright but Father Brian sure wasn't, it sucked him away from fixing the dent in the wall (from my head) and straight to the front yard where he did his classic whistle and said his famous "What are you doin?" I don't think I have ever seen Sarah jump so high or anyone dismount a mailbox that fast but you can be sure none of us ever got on it again. We moved on to more stable, unnoticeable things like the pitch of the roof.

I Almost Forgot

Can anyone guess who Shelbie was for Halloween?

No, I Haven't Died

I am back from my vacation to the distant planet of who knows where. It was like my brain forgot to remind me that I had a blog to write all the annoying things that happen on, how rude. Maybe it is because I am trying to be nice and I have nothing nice to say? Just kidding... sort of. I think I need another vacation because Disneyland twice within a year isn't enough. Life has been so crazy the past few months, I feel like walking on stilts with my hands having babies strapped to my feel all while trying to memorize Michael Jackson's medical records might be an easier task. Now that my life is about to slow down, I feel like I will have more to write about that doesn't include me giving away information that could lead to some Internet predator to my front porch with a plate full of gluten free cookies and a pan of mashed potato's, hot dogs and cheese. *Take note predators, those are my favorite. With the snow coming on I am sure you are to hear of all the idiots that can't drive, park or scrape their windows so they can see. Oh and good news, this year I will not be forced to ice pick off a few inches of ice or dig my car out from the gutter. You are right, Nick has done that for me the last couple of years. Other news, Nick won't have to do that either so we all win. Life is good. On the other hand, when I logged on to my mom's computer the other day I saw this. On the FM100 website with inspirational quotes and sacred pictures, there is Avril Lavigne. There was so much I could say about this but then one of you might end up on my porch.