Obligatory Halloween Pictures and Almost a Movie Review But Not Quite. You Are Welcome.

Thanks to those who participated in my Things That Rock bloggy listy carnival thingy. Yeah.

If you haven't posted yours yet, you have until Wednesday!

Of course, we did Halloween'ish activities this weekend. But, we opted for a "no rain or freezing cold" alternative to our original Trick-or-Treating plans.

We booked 4 tickets (ok, 3. Chase is free) to see 'Where The Wild Things Are' at the movies. This sounds like fun, right? It was, but for extra reasons. I have not been in a movie theater since March of 2005.

Uh huh.

That's a '5'.

And Mike is a huge movie buff.

And I didn't even make it all the way through that movie. I was pregnant. And lots of peeing took place.
Sigh.

Conner has never had more than a 4.27 second attention span until recently, so we figured that a movie lasting 90 minutes? We might could just get through. And he did an excellent job.

Conner didn't know movie theater's were SO big:

The movie really was great and did a wonderful job of 'filling in the missing plot'. As you've probably heard/read, the costumes are precisely as the book's illustrations and since the book is extra short, it was easy for the movie to stick with a few lines and the overall theme.

I know some people have heard it's 'scary', but this is, in my opinion, necessary to get the emotional impact of the story. At times, people (or monsters) are sad. They are angry. They just want to run away and hide, but to let your child feel and witness these raw emotions... and then for the movie to 'solve' the problems... I think that teaches something important - to just stick with it.

But this isn't a movie review.

Also part of The Halloween Plan was for Conner and Chase to wear their costumes. Psssssssh. No.

Conner was a ninja, which meant head-to-toe black and a little restricting around the face - not movie appropriate (he could just BLEND IN.... :) ). And Chase? Ha. I came towards Chase with his dragon costume and he didn't run. He didn't scream. He didn't tell me 'no!'. He just stood there, lowered his chin to his chest, and gave me the World's Biggest Eye Roll followed by the There's Just No Effin Way I Am Going To Wear That, Lady, So You Might As Well Back Up Off, K? look. You might know which one I'm referring to.

I gave Chase a little crap about it, attempted to put it over his head (we actually did put this on him the night before, and he DID scream bloody murder then..so yeah...).. and he rejected the entire idea. No costume, no pictures. He's stubborn.

Movie With No Costumes .... or games:

(poooor Conner)
 was tons of fun (except the part where Chase watched 3 cumulative minutes), then we hit up Chick-Fil-A which had candy bags, free ice cream for the kids, a playground and this:

Holy Mother Of Cows... These are just amazing. I enjoyed one about twice a week last Holiday Season (which, you know, seems to last from September to January now.. and I am SO not complaining). SCORE.

Here's Chase enjoying the site of incoming ice cream:

Then we came home, costumed-up Conner:

...and trick-or-treated to 5 whole houses. Believe me... that's enough candy since we didn't have a single ballerina or spiderman visitor for the rest of the night, which in turn left us with 3 bags of candy. Daaaarnnn.

Chase went in his fleece and jeans. I attempted a mohawk (but failed), so Chase was just... an Old Navy model? Clark Kent in a fleece? Adorable? (totally) Complaining the entire time because his hands were cold and HOW DARE WE make him CARRY a BUCKET in the FREEZING WEATHER and OMG! DUDE! Why can't I go in these people's homes??? IT IS WARM IN THERE, WOMAN! Yes. He was that.

We came home and Chase ate Snickers. He was finally happy:



And of course, Obligatory Carved Pumpkin Picture. YOU try and get them to sit still. Aint happenin'.

The Tool Academy

OMG.

Have you SEEN the new reality tv show on VH1 The Tool Academy? FREAKING HYSTERICAL!

Mike and I were on the fence about watching this one, but the commercials cracked me up. And honestly, the general concept had me at hello, but Mike was a bit more apprehensive about adding another “junk” show to our soon-to-implode DVR schedule.

The premises of the show is that a select number of men show up to compete for Mr. Awesome. Oh, but what they don’t know is that their girlfriends have really enrolled them in the Tool Academy. These guys had numerous casting interviews in which they are trying to “prove” to the casting directors that they are the ultimate Mack Daddy’s and what better way to prove such than listing off how many times you cheated, how often you take advantage of bathroom, um, “special meetings”, and of course, how often you work out, tan, use excessive hair product, oh…and tan.

I mean, look at these tools Contestants:

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What. The. Crap.

One of their catch phrases - "Saving relationships, one tool at a time"

BRAHAAHA



The girlfriends get to watch their interviews for "Mr. Awesome" and are floored when pretty much every single contestant reveals he’s cheating. One even claims he’s “trained his woman to do everything - cook, clean, laundry, anything he desires”. Practically none of these GIANT TOOLS Contestants have jobs, all of them party to excess on their girlfriends dime (on even uses his girlfriend’s child support check for his spending account!). It’s sickening.

The idea is that each Tool will face challenges in Charm School fashion to obtain levels of proper etiquette, manner and all-around-GrownUpNess. After the challenges, one will be eliminated and then must face his girlfriend who then has to decide whether to stay with her Tool or leave him then and there. The winner receives $100,000 and a shred of his dignity back.

But the best part, by FAR, is that after a contestant is eliminated the man Dude Judge says “I’m sorry you are eliminated. You are - just a tool.”

The way he says it! Mike and I DIED laughing for a solid 10 minutes. I think the show has its first airing Sunday night (VH1 always airs its Sunday lineup in the morning too, so we’ve already enjoyed this masterpiece for the day).

WATCH IT THOUGH!

This leaves me with a question - On the show each Tool is given a name correlating to the type of Tool they are - Playin’ Pimpin’ Tool is obviously a no-good cheating a*hole, there’s two with Superhero names that are L-A-M-E, Tiny Tool is some Boston dude and MAYBE 5’4”… you get the point. Then there’s Slacker Tool who DOES. NOTHING. This is the guy the one who uses his girlfriend’s child support money I do believe.

Have you ever dated/hooked up with/blocked a number to a Tool? What would his “Tool name" be?

Mine: Money Tool - not creative, but interesting. This guy entered my life halfway through my Freshman year (before another Tool that I won’t even WASTE my BREATH on….He’s more a sociopath than a tool anyways… I digress). He has OODLES of money, as in his own brand new 5 bedroom house with a gourmet kitchen in a very nice area, 3 cars, a bike, and did I mention TONS of CASH! He was set through an inheritance (something like 1.7 million at the time). He had investments in real estates, he was good looking and we really did have great conversations. But, because he had money he was disillusioned to believe that had a one-way golden ticket to my pants! NOT SO MUCH, MISTER! After I denied him access, he kept calling (in a non-stalky way), but I never really got it. That is, not till later. Most girls would have swooned over a man that was financially stable, witty and good looking…. Throwing themselves at him in hopes of earning their MRS. and never lifting a finger again.

But me? Not so much impressed. I mean, I thought it was all very nice, but that doesn’t mean you can just bang me and throw me to the curb? Which I knew he would. I was some kind of challenge, a game. I knew that if I were ever to just give him an inch (oh you dirty girls, that was metaphorical!!!), he’d never talk to me again. Just another notch in his $500,000 bedpost. Sorry dude, I’m not a hooker.

Who’s your tool? Leave in the comments ladies!