This is exactly why clowns terrify me. Well, that, and the movie “It.” Ugh. Check out the set of photos of childhood fears brought to life.

Anyway, I wore black and orange today in honor of one of the best holidays in existence. Truth be told, I say that about almost every holiday. I’m trying to keep a positive attitude, though, since I just found out that most (OK, all) the work I’ve been doing for the past month has been a complete waste of time. Ugh. Funny how we in the communication industry lack good communication skills. And that’s all I have to say about that.

I enjoyed this video about the history and origin of Halloween and the role Irish Celts and their religion, paganism, played in Samhain, All-hallows Eve and Halloween. It talks about traditions such as Halloween costumes, pumpkin carving and trick-or-treating. Or, if you prefer to read, there’s some history here. Actually, everything  History Channel-related comes highly recommended from me.

After a conversation at work this morning, I’m seriously considering making the trek to WalMart to buy a bumble bee costume for Callie and a hot dog costume for Velvet. If that happens, expect pictures.

I really need to get a good photo of the pumpkin my brother carved for our mom a few years ago. He used one of those fake, plastic pumpkins so she could have it year after year, and she uses some sort of light instead of a candle, but it’s pretty sweet. And when I say it’s Captain Jack Sparrow from the Pirates of the Caribbean series, it doesn’t even do it justice.


While working on a story for work, I came across a slight dilemma: I know when referring to the Palouse, you’re on it… but when referring to the Columbia Basin, are you on it or in it?

I finally decided we live in the Columbia Basin while WSU is on the Palouse, though I’m still not 100 percent sure, because they’re both regions so wouldn’t you describe them sort of the same way?

Anyway, I was voicing my confusion to Pete when he offered this explanation: “The Palouse is an outtie and the Basin is an innie.”



Too often in life, there comes a time when goodbyes must be said. Our pride and selfishness must be pushed aside for another’s benefit and, if you’re a crier, tears must be shed.

Unfortunately for me, one of those times is now. Even more unfortunately, I’m a crier.

I’ve been trying to hold it together – for Pete, because he doesn’t always deal well with my tears when he’s not the cause of them; for myself, because I’m okay with this, right?; but mostly for Luci, because I know this is something she not only needs but wants to do. And most of the time I think I do a pretty alright job at being okay with this.

Unfortunately for me, this is not one of those times.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m excited for her. A big move to Cali may be just the thing she needs in her life, in so many ways. A new place, a new job, new people, new responsibilities and maybe even a whole new take on life. I know she may have her doubts but there are none in my mind that she will leave the state of Washington on Friday, southbound, and succeed at any- and everything she attempts in California.

This is where pushing the selfishness aside comes in, because it’s not her I’m worried about. It’s me.

I know that, in recent months, her and I have not been as close as we have been in the past… but, in my head and heart, only in the sense that we don’t talk as often as we used to. I’ve attributed that to busy lives and schedules. It takes a toll on friendships when a girl moves in with her boyfriend, and I know that part of it falls on me. But she’s still always been a short drive away when I need her or, more importantly, when she needs me.

Most of it’s fear. And selfishness. Fear that something’s going to come up in my life when I’ll need her more than anyone else and she won’t be able to be here TONIGHT. On one hand, I know that’s an incredibly selfish thing to be afraid of. On the other hand, what are best friends for?

I want her to go – no, seriously – because I know she wants to go. I just have to accept the fact that my best friend’s leaving me for California. Again. What’s Cali got that I don’t?

That’s a joke, Luci, and I say that because there’s no doubt in my mind you’re reading this (it helps to know your homepage is my blog…).

Know these things:

  • You’re gonna do great down there.
  • I’m gonna miss you.
  • I can’t wait for you to come back. Because you. Are. Coming. Back. Love!