Thursday, November 1, 2007

Post-Halloween Grave Situation

Did you know I have nieces? As an only child, I didn't know if I'd get any, but the secret is to marry someone whose siblings procreate.

Anyway. When I went to the store to get candy yesterday, a man working there was dressed as a country bumpkin. Freckles, overalls, hay.


I hate to state the obvious, but you are in a town of 3,000 people. We are surrounded by cotton fields, horses and not much else. Do you think maybe the country bumpkin attire was a tad redundant? Is this outfit as opposed to your normal, city slicker look that you sport when you're dashing around town in a cab to get to meetings in one of our many high rises?

...There was a sort of festival uptown last night, and all the businesses had sidewalk events and gave out candy, and every single little boy dressed as Spiderman. Now, I know I am dense, but I did not attend movies this year and I do not have kids. Was there a Spiderman movie out this year?

There were many, many girls wearing princess ensembles. Now, these were my peeps. Every year I managed to be a princess, a fairy, or a fairy princess. Excepting the year my father made me a robot costume, which garnered me first prize at school.

We also went to the church where I am now employed, as they had a bonfire and a hot dog roast. I officially knew everyone there, which was fun. There is one woman, who I adore, who beelined over to Marvin Gardens after she hugged me. I knew she was gonna give him shit for not going to church ever.

She said, "Now, I know you're a Jew. That doesn't mean you can't come to church."

Have I mentioned I love her? I love old women, I really do. I guess it's because they often have no filter anymore. They just go ahead and say it.

So, that is all the Halloween news that's fit to print, but before I go, I have a NEW dilemma.

There is a giant tombstone right in front of my grandparents' graves. It is annoying. I have looked into it, and we can MOVE their stones six feet away and give them their OWN large tombstone.

I have had big plans to write a letter to our entire family, asking people to chip in for this if they want to.

I have been bugging my mother for months to go to the cemetery to take a picture of the graves, so everyone could see just how bad their current situation is. She never took the pictures, so when I was home, I took them myself.

But guess what? I didn't have a digital camera, so I would have to actually get my photos developed, and that is not ALLOWED. There is no way I can say this is a valid expense. So those dang photos will have to sit there till New Year's day. Annoying.


Lisa said...

Those are the cutest kids I have ever seen.

Anonymous said...

ditto-thats why i also sent you the pictures

Guilty Secret said...

Oh, how annoying.

I have been reading your blog a little while and I must say it's very interesting. It has inspired me to think more about how I spend.

I like your style and look forward to following you into your next blog in the new year.

Anonymous said...

Send your mother back to the cemetery to get the photo.
Gotta love that small town life! And love you for sharing it with us

Anonymous said...

Oh for the love of bought the ding dang diposable camera... get the dang pictures developed.

June Cutoff Cash said...

Yeah, but I had to buy the disposable camera, because it was the only chance I'd have to take the pictures. However, this isn't the only chance I have to develop them.