Sunday, October 19, 2008

Somebody Gotta Save My Soul

I ran my seven mile route that goes past the Halloween barn on North Scott Road. I hadn't photographed it in a couple of years, and I saw some new stuff, so I went back with my camera.

So, I took most of the weekend off from the blogosphere. I needed a break and I had a great weekend. I think most of that was due to the fact that I didn't have a migraine. So nice.

When I got off work on Friday, it was raining. Both of the girls took off to their different social engagements and I had most of the night to myself to hibernate and watch movies. I saw The Big Bad Swim, which had an ensemble cast. It was a little slow getting going, but I liked it by the end. If you're into fast action and shit blowing up, this probably isn't for you. The other movie I watched was Fracture with Anthony Hopkins and Ryan Gosling. It was pretty interesting, and it had Ryan Gosling in it. There was a courtroom scene and some things seemed a little unbelievable, but it had Ryan Gosling in it. I think the most memorable thing about it was Ryan Gosling. Did I mention Ryan Gosling had a pretty big role in the film?

I liked this skeleton in parts on the fence.

The girls worked most of Saturday. I try to do at least one crappy practical thing during the day on Saturday. This week, I took in my recycling and did some house cleaning. I couldn't run my eight mile route, because there was a home game and the West side of town was crawling/stumbling with drunken Hawkeyes.

Apparently, you get dead from jumping on the bed.

Around six o'clock, my friend Sara came over and we ate nachos and drank beer and I let Sara burn some CD's of my incredibly cheesy music and caught up on the last year. It was perfect.

At one point, some of Coadster's friends came over to pick her up for a party. Sara hadn't been around teenage girls for a while and when they left, I asked her if her head hurt. She said, "A little." I told her the key was not to show fear around them. I just talk a ton of shit, and they always tell Coadster how cool they think I am, even though I'm probably the biggest dork they'll ever meet.

The skeleton on the lawn chair was the first thing that caught my eye when I ran past the barn.

Originally, I thought I was going to the Picador, but I guess that's next weekend. I figured I'd probably just stay home after Sara left. Around 9:30, I got a call from my friend D. asking me if I wanted to meet her at the Dublin. Sure, I did. She said she had just been on the phone with a woman she met when she was studying in Germany. The woman told her about how she had been in Europe for three weeks. The first week, she was at a wedding in England and the other two weeks, she walked across Spain. She then described her wonderful life in San Francisco, where she does swing dance competitions. After D. hung up the phone, she decided that after all her friend does, she should at least leave her house.

This demon head was pretty creepy too.

After some picking up of Stinky girls, I finally made it to the Dublin. It was packed full of twenty'ish year old boys. My friend Dexter, looked around at all the guys and told me it wasn't the best singles bar for him. I said, it wasn't for me either because they were all too young.

I love it that they used a rusty farm implement to make this creepy monster.

I finally decided to take my leave of the Dublin and as I was going, my friend D. introduced me to a guy she knew. He was pretty hilarious and very drunk. He was telling me about how all the women in the world wanted to sleep with him. He then pointed to the one table of cute young girls in the whole bar and said, "See them? Yeah, they're chubbie chasers. (he was heavy set) They're totally checking me out." I looked over at the girls, as they were all checking out some other hot young guy.

"Oh, yeah. They're all over you," I said. Then I told him I had to go.

"Is my hotness too much for you? You having a hard time controlling yourself?"

"How did you know?" I asked. "Was I that obvious? I'm going to run home and take a cold shower right now."

Here is a zombie coming out of the ground.

Sunday was pretty relaxed. I got a text from my friend K. to meet her and her boyfriend and his son at the Vine for football. Our friend James joined us a little later too. The Steelers won, my Bears won and The Cowboys lost, (if you're a Cowboys fan, I'm sorry. I like you, I just don't like your team) so it was the perfect football trifecta for me.

I've photographed this goblin before, but I still love it and now it's on the ground so I was able to get a better shot.

I also obviously ran my seven mile route and took some creepy photos. Now, all I have to do is gear up for Monday, and since it's after midnight by the time I'm actually finishing this post, what I really need to do is go to sleep.

Here is a head on a stick on a fence.


Anonymous said...

I love the creepy pictures. It sounds like a very relaxing weekend you had. I wasn't expecting my Bengals to win anything yesterday. I'm rooting them on for an 0-16 season.

Remiman said...

Glad you had a spooky run and weekend of fun.
We did yard work and went out to dinner both nights for D's b'day.

Mrs. Hairy Woman said...

Those are great pics..There is a house in my area that gets all decked out for Halloween.. I must go for a walk and get some shots..

Susan said...

This looks like the sort of place that'd scary the hell out of me. I don't do haunted barns, houses, trails and so on...

Your Humble Proprietor said...

Jumping on the bed has been known to be fatal in primates. Most of these fatalities come by way of head injuries.

Minyo said...

I've recently read 5 Little Monkeys Jumping On The Bed. It's a good read :)

Cool pics! The owners of the barn must have a blast decorating every year.

Churlita said...


I'm sorry about your Bengals. But I wasn't in a position to be too sorry.


IT sounds like a great way to spend a birthday weekend.


Yes. Do and then post the pics on your blog. I'd love to see them.

Susan. It was all on the outside. There was nothing cool to go in the bar and see.


Ha ha. That was my daughter's favorite song when she was little. WE had to sing it every night before she went to bed. What a morbid cautionary tale, huh?


I don't think I've seen the book. It's probably too late for my girls to appreciate it now. Darn.

michelle said...

Great advice re teenage girls - just show no fear. I'll remember that. Mine is tring to scare me into giving her back her internet access.

Cricket said...

I had a friend in HS who'd lost a brother to jumping on the bed.

I know a lady who lost a son over 30 years ago to a piece of balloon lodged in his windpipe.

There are some odd says to die.

And then you become a Zombie.

laura b. said...

I wish I had a haunted barn to look at! I'd totally go running then. Um, yeah.
Sounds like a great weekend to me. Especially the part about being internet and migraine free.

booda baby said...

Well, that was just a nice weekend for you ... Except hanging with the kidlets. Kidlets are nice, but drunk kidlets? Are drunk kidlets.

The Cowboys were so sad, they ruined my breakfast. Or maybe my breakfast was just bad since A. picked the single worst bar/restaurant in town to watch the game. They're sooooo lucky they show sports or I'm pretty sure they'd never have another customer.

Churlita said...


STay strong. I know it's hard, but if you need help out-bitching someone, I'd be happy to give you lessons.


Those are some weird ways to die. And I had no idea dying in weird ways, makes one a zombie, but it's good knowledge to have.


Ha ha. Yeah. It's good not to have a migraine for the weekend. I don't get that much more done, but I do have more fun.

Booda Baby,

Are you a Cowboys fan? I had no idea. Once again, sorry.

Tara said...

Those are awesome Halloween props. I like the skeleton stuck in the fence too.

another good thing said...

ok. stealing some of these ideas for my house decor- and wishing I had a barn or a corn field...

booda baby said...

No. A's a Cowboys fan. As soon as everyone got hurt, he was okay. He actually has a really good attitude 'bout those Dallas chappies.

I used to be a Cowboys fan, but - please. They were no Bears. :)

NoRegrets said...

Great photos!!!