We don’t celebrate Halloween at the Catrow house. It’s not because of religious reasons; it’s because of the jerks that live in our neighborhood.
We spent our first Halloween as a married couple in our little apartment on Ellwood Avenue. No Trick-or-Treaters came because, hello, it was a creepy apartment building where none of the hall lights worked.
So, our first year in this house, I was all about Halloween. We carved the pumpkin, bought the candy, and waited for the knocks on the door. The first few (and I mean very few) visitors were exactly what you would want to see: little ones decked out and accompanied by their parents. Cuteness was everywhere, treats were given, and thank yous were even said.
And then the sun went down.
Out came the punks.
The tentative knocks transitioned into impatient, obnoxious poundings (which were SO FUN in my house with the Commisioner of the Fun Police). Upon opening the door, I was greeted by people approaching the legal voting age, wearing normal clothes, holding plastic bags, saying absolutely nothing: no hellos, no trick-or-treats, and definitely no thank yous.
Unfortunately, the jerks outweighed the cute. Until the cute prevails, my porch light stays off.
“Never drink more beer than you have hands.”
Now it’s time to tell you about the something I obnoxiously didn’t tell you about yesterday. It’s a something that my dear husband has been working on tirelessly for weeks and weeks to birth it from his brain and onto your Internets. Ladies and gentleman, I am so, so proud to present…
Here’s what’s on the about page:
Welcome to RVANews, a collective of Richmond area blogs, news, and all things awesome. We’re here to make your Internet perusal as convenient and River-City-Centric as possible. Because, well, we love Richmond and we think you should too.
RVANews is made up of two pieces: original and aggregated content.
Original content is just that: content written by some well-paid freelance joker or one of our fabulous columnists. The aggregated content is provided by Richmond’s fantastic network of community blogs.
Scattered throughout Richmond’s neighborhoods are a dozen or so hyperlocal community blogs. These blogs (Church Hill People’s News for example) provide immediate and insightful coverage of events that matter to the neighborhood. If you aggregate these together you get a good picture of what is going on in Richmond.
It’s kind of like RVAblogs but with news.
So, friends, it’s up to you now. Go check it out. Be quick about it.
You guys. Something awesome is happening tomorrow. Something that will change everything for everyone, now and forever. But I’m not going to tell you what it is. Yet.
Be sure to tune in tomorrow to find out!
We turned the heat on today because it was FIFTY NINE DEGREES INSIDE OUR HOUSE.
You wanna know what’s amazing about our new HVAC system? It works!
I glanced at the thermostat at one point today and discovered that the house was actually the temperature we had chosen on our magical, mystical high tech thermostat. Praise. The. Lord.
Incoherent emails sent: 4
Advils taken: 8
Glasses of orange juice drunk: 5
Hours slept: about 15 million
Husbands (who were nice enough to stay home to take care of me) cuddled: 1
Hopefully I will come back from the dead tomorrow. Until then, I sleep.
(*Note: please don’t remind me of the fact that I get sick a lot. I’m well aware. WELL. AWARE.)
Friday: Good day at work. Home to take an excellent nap. Went to pick up dinner. Puttered and off to bed.
Saturday: Slept until 11. Watched TV all day. Shower. Dinner with the in-laws. Home to watch some of the World Series. To bed late.
Sunday: Slept until about 10. In-laws came over to start putting down the quarter round. Rode bikes to church. Had a laugh-attack during worship. Rode bikes home. Got dinner. Snuggled and napped on the couch. More puttering and to bed soon.
I have great eyelashes. It’s true. Here, look:
I often get asked if they are real. Yes, they are.
But, here’s the thing. I apparently have a tendency to buy mascara. A lot of it. Take a look at what I found in my makeup bag this morning…
Yes, that would 7 tubes of mascara, 2 of which are EXACTLY THE SAME.
An intervention might be necessary.
“Babe, I have so many exciting presents for you!”
“Really?!? Like what?”
“The new Mac OS and a sticker.”
“Oh. Right. Great.”