Oh, trick or treating was sooo fun. I think I would rate it right up there with the time my neighbor and I were playing catch as kids and he hit me in the nutsac with a baseball. Ok, it wasn't that bad, but let's just say that Demonchild lived up to his name. He wanted that GhostFace costume and wouldn't go for anything else and what happens? By the time we hit the 3rd house, he's already pulling the mask off. "This making me scratchy. And it's hot." No matter how many times I threatened his life, he kept trying to take it off. On top of that, he never once said trick-or-treat or thank you, but of course, was able to growl at everything and everyone he saw. Little shit.

How come women with a southern drawl sound sexy and men with a southern drawl sound stupid? I was reading Action Grrl's diary and she said she can't stand guys with southern accents but feels the opposite about girls with southern accents. It made me think.

When I used to work for my father, when he had his Sears store, we had to call a help line for credit card approvals. I remember one day calling the number, which I believe was routed to South Carolina but I'm not sure, and getting a young lady on the phone with a sweet southern accent. A pretty strong one too. I spent like 30 minutes on the phone with her after getting the confirmation. I just really enjoyed talking to her. She sounded very sexy and I didn't want to hang up. About 20 minutes later, I get a call from a local guy wandering if his package had come in. He had a southern drawl no where near as thick as hers, but he just sounded...dumb. It doesn't mean he was dumb, but he just sounded that way. It's odd how just a slight inflection in the voice, and a subtle difference in pronunciation can affect your opinion of someone. Sad really.

I'm really starting to hate daylight savings time. Or are we back on standard time? I can't tell. Anyway, I hate it. It's dark by 6:00 here and it's bright and sunny around 5:30 in the morning. I can't sleep in and be late for work if it's going to be all nice and sunny, dammit! Plus, I think Icebear Jr. has a little bit of rooster in him. Seems like, no matter what time we put him to bed, he's awake and talking at first light. We put him to bed one night around 9:00 and the next morning, I woke up around 6:30 and had to use the restroom. I wander by the boys' room and there he is, lying on his back, talking to his feet. Luckily he didn't see me. He's content to talk to his feet, the wall, or his stuffed animals, but the minute he sees you it's like the baby-talk version of "Hey! Fatass! Come 'ere. Yes, you! I've got a little gift for you in my pants. No, I don't wanna give it to mommy, she took my last two. You get this one. And feed me, dammit, I'm hungry here. I haven't eaten in like 4 hours. Now, don't talk to me like I'm a little imbecile, talk normal. That's it. Just a bit closer. Little closer. Yeah, come here, I'm smiling so you'll come closer. A little to your left, I still don't have complete control over my legs. There you go, now don't move, and...*wham*. Aw, did I kick you in the balls again? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to kick you like that...I was trying to do it harder! Next time you get your ass in here when I call for you, dammit! If I could snap my fingers, I would, numbnuts. Hey, that fits you now, numbnuts. Fine, stop crying and go get the mommy. She listens better than you do, ya fat bastard. Stop crying, you're getting me wet. Go on. Sheesh, ya baby."

Ok, so maybe he's not saying that, but sometimes, it feels like it. I'm hoping to get the pictures we took of him in his Halloween costume and put them on the diary. Maybe in tomorrow's (11/2) entry. I have to get the wife to get them off the digital camera first. They're cute, though.

Well, I'd best get going. Been a busy day and I've actually gotten a lot done. Feel pretty productive today. Gonna go home and relax, watch 7Days and just chill with the fam. I'll catch you guys tomorrow.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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