INSERT INTO `wp_posts` VALUES (2309,1,'2010-11-28 21:24:16','2010-11-29 04:24:16','<p><a href=\"http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/10/l_ef10d8f613104533979b987f28006f01.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2305\" title=\"FOL1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/FOL1-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>I\'m a sucker for holiday traditions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Two days after Thanksgiving, my fair community turns on the lights.  Big time. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Every cactus, tree, and desert shrub along the main street is decked with white lights.  We are so darned festive that our light parade actually gets the name \"festival\".  We are known as \"The Festival of Lights\".  How cool is that???</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We even throw a big party to kick it off!  It\'s appropriately (although not-so-creatively) named The Festival of Lights Kick-Off Party.  Phoenicians and Suburbanites from all over my fair city descend upon us.  We have to close streets and shuttle people from the YMCA.  Yep.  My community knows how to throw a PARTY! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The party consists of more than a 100 street vendors, a stage with rotating entertainment, more bouncy thingies than you can count, lots o\' food, and a Beer and Wine Garden (EVERY Arizona festival has a beer an wine garden.  It\'s a state mandate.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The premier destination for most childless adults is usually the state-mandated Beer &amp; Wine Garden.  However, when you are a big dork like me, you <em>run</em> (not walk) when you see this beckoning in the distance...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/churl/852774508/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2306\" title=\"FunnelCake!!!\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/FunnelCake-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>A festival just wouldn\'t be a festival without funnel cake.  DELISH!!!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The Kick-Off Party concludes with Santa on a Harley.  I am not making this up. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.azcentral.com/community/ahwatukee/articles/1130ar-lights30Z14.html?&amp;wired\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2308\" title=\"santaharley\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/santaharley-300x205.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"205\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Only in Arizona, my friends.  Only in Arizona.  :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>What holiday traditions did you kick off this weekend?  Please share with us in the comment section below!<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 63:  Festival of Lights','','inherit','open','open','','2261-revision-3','','','2010-11-28 21:24:16','2010-11-29 04:24:16','',2261,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/28/2261-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(2306,1,'2010-11-28 19:09:05','2010-11-29 02:09:05','','FunnelCake!!!','','inherit','open','open','','funnelcake','','','2010-11-28 19:09:05','2010-11-29 02:09:05','',2261,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/FunnelCake.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2307,1,'2010-11-28 19:09:47','2010-11-29 02:09:47','<p><a href=\"http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/10/l_ef10d8f613104533979b987f28006f01.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2305\" title=\"FOL1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/FOL1-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>I\'m a sucker for holiday traditions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Two days after Thankgiving, my fair community turns on the lights.  Big time. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Every cactus, tree, and desert shrub along the main street is decked with white lights.  We are so darned festive that our light parade actually gets the name \"festival\".  We are known as \"The Festival of Lights\".  How cool is that???</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We even throw a big party to kick it off!  It\'s appropriately although not-so-creatively named The Festival of Lights Kick-Off Party.  Phoenicians and Suburbanites from all over my fair city descend on us.  We have to close streets and shuttle people from the YMCA.  Yep.  My community knows how to throw a PARTY! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The party consists of more than a 100 street vendors, a stage with rotating entertainment, more bouncy thingies than you can count, a beer and wine garden (EVERY Arizona festival has a beer an wine garden.  It\'s a state mandate.), and lots o\' food. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The premier destination for most childless adults is usually the state-mandated Beer &amp; Wine Garden.  However, when you are a big dork like me, you <em>run</em> (not walk) when you see this beckoning in the distance...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/FunnelCake.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2306\" title=\"FunnelCake!!!\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/FunnelCake-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 63:  Festival of Lights','','inherit','open','open','','2261-revision-2','','','2010-11-28 19:09:47','2010-11-29 02:09:47','',2261,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/28/2261-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(2304,1,'2010-11-27 21:38:49','2010-11-28 04:38:49','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when the whipped cream floats on top of the pie, it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (just ask my sister) is PROOF that I was emotionally scarred from this.  In retrospect, Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-26','','','2010-11-27 21:38:49','2010-11-28 04:38:49','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-26/',0,'revision','',0),(2305,1,'2010-11-28 18:49:01','2010-11-29 01:49:01','','FOL1','','inherit','open','open','','fol1','','','2010-11-28 18:49:01','2010-11-29 01:49:01','',2261,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/FOL1.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2303,1,'2010-11-27 21:37:10','2010-11-28 04:37:10','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when the whipped cream floats on top of the pie, it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (just ask my sister) is PROOF that I was emotionally scarred.  In retrospect, Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-25','','','2010-11-27 21:37:10','2010-11-28 04:37:10','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-25/',0,'revision','',0),(2301,1,'2010-11-27 21:32:52','2010-11-28 04:32:52','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when the whipped cream floats on top of the pie, it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (just ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-23','','','2010-11-27 21:32:52','2010-11-28 04:32:52','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-23/',0,'revision','',0),(2302,1,'2010-11-27 21:33:02','2010-11-28 04:33:02','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when the whipped cream floats on top of the pie, it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (just ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-24','','','2010-11-27 21:33:02','2010-11-28 04:33:02','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-24/',0,'revision','',0),(2300,1,'2010-11-27 21:25:15','2010-11-28 04:25:15','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when the whipped cream floats on top of the pie, it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday tradition.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (just ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-22','','','2010-11-27 21:25:15','2010-11-28 04:25:15','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(1394,1,'2010-10-25 18:37:17','2010-10-26 01:37:17','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-46','','','2010-10-25 18:37:17','2010-10-26 01:37:17','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401912.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2299,1,'2010-11-27 21:22:42','2010-11-28 04:22:42','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when the whipped cream floats on top of the pie, it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (just ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-21','','','2010-11-27 21:22:42','2010-11-28 04:22:42','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(2298,1,'2010-11-27 21:20:11','2010-11-28 04:20:11','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie, the whipped cream magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (just ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-20','','','2010-11-27 21:20:11','2010-11-28 04:20:11','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(2296,1,'2010-11-27 21:19:54','2010-11-28 04:19:54','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie, the whipped cream magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (just ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-19','','','2010-11-27 21:19:54','2010-11-28 04:19:54','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(2297,1,'2010-11-27 21:38:50','2010-11-28 04:38:50','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when the whipped cream floats on top of the pie, it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (just ask my sister) is PROOF that I was emotionally scarred from this.  In retrospect, Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-autosave','','','2010-11-27 21:38:50','2010-11-28 04:38:50','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(2294,1,'2010-11-27 21:17:55','2010-11-28 04:17:55','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie, the whipped cream magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-17','','','2010-11-27 21:17:55','2010-11-28 04:17:55','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(2295,1,'2010-11-27 21:18:01','2010-11-28 04:18:01','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pumpkin Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, pumpkin pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie, the whipped cream magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-18','','','2010-11-27 21:18:01','2010-11-28 04:18:01','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(2293,1,'2010-11-27 21:16:31','2010-11-28 04:16:31','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, this pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie, the whipped cream magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-16','','','2010-11-27 21:16:31','2010-11-28 04:16:31','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(2292,1,'2010-11-27 21:16:22','2010-11-28 04:16:22','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, this pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie, the whipped cream magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-15','','','2010-11-27 21:16:22','2010-11-28 04:16:22','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(2291,1,'2010-11-27 21:15:16','2010-11-28 04:15:16','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s T-Day parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, this pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie, the whipped cream magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-14','','','2010-11-27 21:15:16','2010-11-28 04:15:16','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(2289,1,'2010-11-27 21:11:18','2010-11-28 04:11:18','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s T-Day parade.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Secondly, this pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie, the whipped cream magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and accompanying therapist fees.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-12','','','2010-11-27 21:11:18','2010-11-28 04:11:18','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(2290,1,'2010-11-27 21:14:55','2010-11-28 04:14:55','[caption id=\"attachment_2265\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"Delicious and Nutritious\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s T-Day parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, this pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie, the whipped cream magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and accompanying therapist fees.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-13','','','2010-11-27 21:14:55','2010-11-28 04:14:55','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(2286,1,'2010-11-27 21:08:15','2010-11-28 04:08:15','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s T-Day parade.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Secondly, this pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Kkeeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and accompanying therapist fees.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>gratuitious cutest-puppy-on-earth shot</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-9','','','2010-11-27 21:08:15','2010-11-28 04:08:15','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(2288,1,'2010-11-27 21:09:43','2010-11-28 04:09:43','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s T-Day parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, this pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Kkeeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and accompanying therapist fees.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_2268\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Gratuitous &quot;Cutest Puppy On Earth&quot; Photo\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-11','','','2010-11-27 21:09:43','2010-11-28 04:09:43','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(2287,1,'2010-11-27 21:08:52','2010-11-28 04:08:52','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s T-Day parade.) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Secondly, this pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Kkeeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and accompanying therapist fees.<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-10','','','2010-11-27 21:08:52','2010-11-28 04:08:52','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(2284,1,'2010-11-27 18:35:11','2010-11-28 01:35:11','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s T-Day parade. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Secondly, this pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber, and keeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the costs associated with a therapist. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Fourthly, tak<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>gratuitious cutest-puppy-on-earth shot</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-7','','','2010-11-27 18:35:11','2010-11-28 01:35:11','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(2285,1,'2010-11-27 21:07:15','2010-11-28 04:07:15','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2265\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260189-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>I have a personal tradition that I follow every Friday after Thanksgiving.  And, no, it does not involve anything resembling Black Friday. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let\'s call my tradition Pie for Breakfast Friday.  Because that\'s exactly what I do.  I cut myself a large piece of pumpkin pie, top it with my freshly whipped cream, fix my infamous double shot almond milk latte with a touch of agave syrup, and plop down on my sofa to watch the 2nd half of the DVR\'d National Dog Show.  (The one that aired on T-Day after the Macy\'s T-Day parade.) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I highly recommend that you try this next year.  In fact, if you still have leftover pumpkin pie, please try this tomorrow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Firstly, I am giving you <em>permission</em> to eat dessert for breakfast.  What more do you need? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Secondly, this pie is actually quite healthy.  It\'s chock full of beta carotene which does all sorts of wonderful things for your body.  And let\'s not forget about the fiber.  Kkeeping \"regular\" this time of year is of the utmost importance!  Normally, I would say that dairy isn\'t the best for you (I know it\'s not for me), but somehow when it floats on top of the pie it magically transmits warm and cozy childhood memories which boost serotonin levels which is really, really good for your brain and your overall health. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Thirdly, I acted like an adult last Thanksgiving and refrained from my Pie for Breakfast Friday.  I have never been the same since.  The fact that I REMEMBER this when I have a HORRIBLE memory (ask my sister) is PROOF that you must partake now.  Pie for Breakfast for one day out of the year will save you from post-traumatic holiday stress and the costs associated with a therapist. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Fourthly, take a look at this! <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2268\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB260192-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>gratuitious cutest-puppy-on-earth shot</p>','Day 62:  Pie for Breakfast.  It\'s Good for You!','','inherit','open','open','','2259-revision-8','','','2010-11-27 21:07:15','2010-11-28 04:07:15','',2259,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2259-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(1402,1,'2010-10-25 18:46:18','2010-10-26 01:46:18','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-47','','','2010-10-25 18:46:18','2010-10-26 01:46:18','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401882.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1403,1,'2010-10-25 18:47:36','2010-10-26 01:47:36','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-48','','','2010-10-25 18:47:36','2010-10-26 01:47:36','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401913.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1404,1,'2010-10-25 18:48:57','2010-10-26 01:48:57','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-49','','','2010-10-25 18:48:57','2010-10-26 01:48:57','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA240183.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1405,1,'2010-10-25 18:49:51','2010-10-26 01:49:51','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-50','','','2010-10-25 18:49:51','2010-10-26 01:49:51','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401851.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(2283,1,'2010-11-27 17:56:17','2010-11-28 00:56:17','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2263 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I used to think that being single on Thanksgiving sucked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, how times have changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Here are the advantages of a single girl\'s TDay:</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>You get to spend it with people whom you <em>want </em>to spend time with, rather than people whom you are <em>obligated</em> to spend time with</li>\r\n	<li>As much as I love kids, I prefer peace and quiet during a feast</li>\r\n	<li>I am also a fan of adult discussions about music, art, and culture. </li>\r\n	<li>Discussions that quickly fall into the gutter are equally as fun</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Copious amounts of wine </li>\r\n	<li>Eclectic iTunes playlists</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Lots of laughter amongst good friends</li>\r\n	<li>Plenty of leftovers</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Kimeee and I have been spending Thanksgiving together since 2002.  Some gathering have been large, some have been small, some have included boyfriends, a few even included a fiancé (Kimeee\'s), and a couple have included our friend, Mark. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year we invited Laney into our inner circle.  A former wine rep, Laney knows wine and brought plenty of it.  Boy, did we <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">get lit</span> enjoy ourselves! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Laney also presented me with the most deliciously lovely book which doubles as a fantastic future blog idea!  Hurrah! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book:  <em>The Elixir of Life.</em></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>She had me at the title.  How perfect!   How appropros!  How Laney to pick something so perfectly appropros for moi!  xo</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book\'s tagline:  finding love and joy in the <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">passionate</span> pursuit of food. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, well, well.  Was Laney thinking of the <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/day-60-3-yes-3-when-harry-met-sally-moments-during-1-dinner/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>3 When Harry Met Sally \"moments\"</strong> </a>that I experienced at El Chorro the night before?  Hmmm?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The book\'s mojo:  author Lisa Dahl travels to Tuscany, Italy, to celebrate the elixirs of the olive and the vine, and the elixir of inspiration that underlies her decades of Italian- and Mediterranean-influenced cusine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong>The book jacket goes on to describe Dahl\'s \"lusty cooking\". </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, yeah. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>AND...coinkidink of coinkidinks...Ms. Dahl resides in my fair state!!!  In magical Sedona, which I just so happened to introduce you to on <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/22/day-25-sedona-woo-woo-and-other-adventures/\"><strong>Day 25!</strong></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So here\'s my plan, peeps: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>In early 2011, when we are all whining about our post-holiday blues (or perhaps even Valentine\'s Schmalentine\'s Day), we are all diving into food porn together.  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We are going to be soooooo <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135503/\" target=\"_blank\"><em><strong>Julie &amp; Julia</strong></em>,</a> and we\'re going to have a blast!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For one week, we are going to cook a different recipe(s) every night from Lisa Dahl\'s lusty book.  Yes, that\'s right.  We will all cook the recipes together in our perspective kitchens and then blog/comment about our experiences throughout the week. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If you want to live vicariously through us and simply stalk us on the blog, that\'s fine, too.  Lusty stuff always involves creepy peeping Toms and Tinas.  Just kidding!  Of course, you are welcome to just follow along and let us entertain you.  Or maybe you will be so inspired and filled with lust that you MUST cook one of the recipes or your life cannot go on.  Now THAT would make for a great comment section! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of all of this cooking/living vicariously/lustfulness, I will travel to the enchanting Sedona, Arizona (twist my arm) to dine at one of Lisa Dahl\'s fine culinary establishments, Cucina Rustica or Dahl &amp; Di Luca. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Now here\'s the outrageously fun part:  I am inviting all fellow Late Bloomers and Late Bloomer Wannabees to join me in Sedona for a Lusty Feast!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong> </strong></span></span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Hell -- even the token male readers are invited!  If you are hot, we even <em>encourage </em>you to attend!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am so excited about this that I don\'t know how I\'m going to sleep tonight. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Details to follow as the weeks pass. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until then, Buon Giorno!<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 61:  Thankful for Fellow TDay Orphans','','inherit','open','open','','2257-revision-14','','','2010-11-27 17:56:17','2010-11-28 00:56:17','',2257,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2257-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(2281,1,'2010-11-27 17:53:21','2010-11-28 00:53:21','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2263 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I used to think that being single on Thanksgiving sucked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, how times have changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Here are the advantages of a single girl\'s TDay:</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>You get to spend it with people whom you <em>want </em>to spend time with, rather than people whom you are <em>obligated</em> to spend time with</li>\r\n	<li>As much as I love kids, I prefer peace and quiet during a feast</li>\r\n	<li>I am also a fan of adult discussions about music, art, and culture. </li>\r\n	<li>Discussions that quickly fall into the gutter are equally as fun</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Copious amounts of wine </li>\r\n	<li>Eclectic iTunes playlists</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Lots of laughter amongst good friends</li>\r\n	<li>Plenty of leftovers</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Kimeee and I have been spending Thanksgiving together since 2002.  Some gathering have been large, some have been small, some have included boyfriends, a few even included a fiancé (Kimeee\'s), and a couple have included our friend, Mark. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year we invited Laney into our inner circle.  A former wine rep, Laney knows wine and brought plenty of it.  Boy, did we <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">get lit</span> enjoy ourselves! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Laney also presented me with the most deliciously lovely book which doubles as a fantastic future blog idea!  Hurrah! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book:  <em>The Elixir of Life.</em></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>She had me at the title.  How perfect!   How appropros!  How Laney to pick something so perfectly appropros for moi!  xo</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book\'s tagline:  finding love and joy in the <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">passionate</span> pursuit of food. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, well, well.  Was Laney thinking of the <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/day-60-3-yes-3-when-harry-met-sally-moments-during-1-dinner/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>3 When Harry Met Sally \"moments\"</strong> </a>that I experienced at El Chorro the night before?  Hmmm?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The book\'s mojo:  author Lisa Dahl travels to Tuscany, Italy, to celebrate the elixirs of the olive and the vine, and the elixir of inspiration that underlies her decades of Italian- and Mediterranean-influenced cusine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong>The book jacket goes on to describe Dahl\'s \"lusty cooking\". </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, yeah. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>AND...coinkidink of coinkidinks...Ms. Dahl resides in my fair state!!!  In magical Sedona, which I just so happened to introduce you to on <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/22/day-25-sedona-woo-woo-and-other-adventures/\"><strong>Day 25!</strong></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So here\'s my plan, peeps: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>In early 2011, when we are all whining about our post-holiday blues (or perhaps even Valentine\'s Schmalentine\'s Day), we are all diving into food porn together.  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We are going to be soooooo <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135503/\" target=\"_blank\"><em><strong>Julie &amp; Julia</strong></em>,</a> and we\'re going to have a blast!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For one week, we are going to cook a different recipe(s) every night from Lisa Dahl\'s lusty book.  Yes, that\'s right.  We will all cook the recipes together in our perspective kitchens and then blog/comment about our experiences throughout the week. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If you want to live vicariously through us and simply stalk us on the blog, that\'s fine, too.  Lusty stuff always involves creepy peeping Toms and Tinas.  Just kidding!  Of course, you are welcome to just follow along and let us entertain you.  Or maybe you will be so inspired and filled with lust that you MUST cook one of the recipes or your life cannot go on.  Now THAT would make for a great comment section! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of all of this cooking/living vicariously/lustfulness, I will travel to the enchanting Sedona, Arizona (twist my arm) to dine at one of Lisa Dahl\'s fine culinary establishments, Cucina Rustica or Dahl &amp; Di Luca. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Now here\'s the outrageously fun part:  I am inviting all fellow Late Bloomers and Late Bloomer Wannabees to join me in Sedona for a Lusty Feast!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong> </strong></span></span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Hell -- even the token male readers are invited!  If you are hot, we even <em>encourage </em>you to attend!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am so excited about this that I don\'t know how I\'m going to sleep tonight. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Details to follow as the weeks pass. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until then, Buon Giorno!<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 61:  Thankful for Fellow TDay Orphans','','inherit','open','open','','2257-revision-12','','','2010-11-27 17:53:21','2010-11-28 00:53:21','',2257,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2257-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(2282,1,'2010-11-27 17:56:09','2010-11-28 00:56:09','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2263 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I used to think that being single on Thanksgiving sucked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, how times have changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Here are the advantages of a single girl\'s TDay:</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>You get to spend it with people whom you <em>want </em>to spend time with, rather than people whom you are <em>obligated</em> to spend time with</li>\r\n	<li>As much as I love kids, I prefer peace and quiet during a feast</li>\r\n	<li>I am also a fan of adult discussions about music, art, and culture. </li>\r\n	<li>Discussions that quickly fall into the gutter are equally as fun</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Copious amounts of wine </li>\r\n	<li>Eclectic iTunes playlists</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Lots of laughter amongst good friends</li>\r\n	<li>Plenty of leftovers</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Kimeee and I have been spending Thanksgiving together since 2002.  Some gathering have been large, some have been small, some have included boyfriends, a few even included a fiancé (Kimeee\'s), and a couple have included our friend, Mark. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year we invited Laney into our inner circle.  A former wine rep, Laney knows wine and brought plenty of it.  Boy, did we <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">get lit</span> enjoy ourselves! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Laney also presented me with the most deliciously lovely book which doubles as a fantastic future blog idea!  Hurrah! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book:  <em>The Elixir of Life.</em></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>She had me at the title.  How perfect!   How appropros!  How Laney to pick something so perfectly appropros for moi!  xo</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book\'s tagline:  finding love and joy in the <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">passionate</span> pursuit of food. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, well, well.  Was Laney thinking of the <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/day-60-3-yes-3-when-harry-met-sally-moments-during-1-dinner/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>3 When Harry Met Sally \"moments\"</strong> </a>that I experienced at El Chorro the night before?  Hmmm?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The book\'s mojo:  author Lisa Dahl travels to Tuscany, Italy, to celebrate the elixirs of the olive and the vine, and the elixir of inspiration that underlies her decades of Italian- and Mediterranean-influenced cusine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong>The book jacket goes on to describe Dahl\'s \"lusty cooking\". </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, yeah. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>AND...coinkidink of coinkidinks...Ms. Dahl resides in my fair state!!!  In magical Sedona, which I just so happened to introduce you to on <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/22/day-25-sedona-woo-woo-and-other-adventures/\"><strong>Day 25!</strong></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So here\'s my plan, peeps: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>In early 2011, when we are all whining about our post-holiday blues (or perhaps even Valentine\'s Schmalentine\'s Day), we are all diving into food porn together.  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We are going to be soooooo <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135503/\" target=\"_blank\"><em><strong>Julie &amp; Julia</strong></em>,</a> and we\'re going to have a blast!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For one week, we are going to cook a different recipe(s) every night from Lisa Dahl\'s lusty book.  Yes, that\'s right.  We will all cook the recipes together in our perspective kitchens and then blog/comment about our experiences throughout the week. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If you want to live vicariously through us and simply stalk us on the blog, that\'s fine, too.  Lusty stuff always involves creepy peeping Toms and Tinas.  Just kidding!  Of course, you are welcome to just follow along and let us entertain you.  Or maybe you will be so inspired and filled with lust that you MUST cook one of the recipes or your life cannot go on.  Now THAT would make for a great comment section! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of all of this cooking/living vicariously/lustfulness, I will travel to the enchanting Sedona, Arizona (twist my arm) to dine at one of Lisa Dahl\'s fine culinary establishments, Cucina Rustica or Dahl &amp; Di Luca. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Now here\'s the outrageously fun part:  I am inviting all fellow Late Bloomers and Late Bloomer Wannabees to join me in Sedona for a Lusty Feast!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong> </strong></span></span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Hell -- even the token male readers are invited!  If you are hot, we even <em>encourage </em>you to attend!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am so excited about this that I don\'t know how I\'m going to sleep tonight. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Details to follow as the weeks pass. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until then, Buon Giorno!<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 61:  Thankful for Fellow TDay Orphans','','inherit','open','open','','2257-revision-13','','','2010-11-27 17:56:09','2010-11-28 00:56:09','',2257,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2257-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(2280,1,'2010-11-27 17:53:11','2010-11-28 00:53:11','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2263 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I used to think that being single on Thanksgiving sucked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, how times have changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Here are the advantages of a single girl\'s TDay:</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>You get to spend it with people whom you <em>want </em>to spend time with, rather than people whom you are <em>obligated</em> to spend time with</li>\r\n	<li>As much as I love kids, I prefer peace and quiet during a feast</li>\r\n	<li>I am also a fan of adult discussions about music, art, and culture. </li>\r\n	<li>Discussions that quickly fall into the gutter are equally as fun</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Copious amounts of wine </li>\r\n	<li>Eclectic iTunes playlists</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Lots of laughter amongst good friends</li>\r\n	<li>Plenty of leftovers</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Kimeee and I have been spending Thanksgiving together since 2002.  Some gathering have been large, some have been small, some have included boyfriends, a few even included a fiancé (Kimeee\'s), and a couple have included our friend, Mark. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year we invited Laney into our inner circle.  A former wine rep, Laney knows wine and brought plenty of it.  Boy, did we <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">get lit</span> enjoy ourselves! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Laney also presented me with the most deliciously lovely book which doubles as a fantastic future blog idea!  Hurrah! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book:  <em>The Elixir of Life.</em></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>She had me at the title.  How perfect!   How appropros!  How Laney to pick something so perfectly appropros for moi!  xo</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book\'s tagline:  finding love and joy in the <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">passionate</span> pursuit of food. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, well, well.  Was Laney thinking of the <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/day-60-3-yes-3-when-harry-met-sally-moments-during-1-dinner/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>3 When Harry Met Sally \"moments\"</strong> </a>that I experienced at El Chorro the night before?  Hmmm?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The book\'s mojo:  author Lisa Dahl travels to Tuscany, Italy, to celebrate the elixirs of the olive and the vine, and the elixir of inspiration that underlies her decades of Italian- and Mediterranean-influenced cusine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong>The book jacket goes on to describe Dahl\'s \"lusty cooking\". </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, yeah. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>AND...coinkidink of coinkidinks...Ms. Dahl resides in my fair state!!!  In magical Sedona, which I just so happened to introduce you to on <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/22/day-25-sedona-woo-woo-and-other-adventures/\"><strong>Day 25!</strong></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So here\'s my plan, peeps: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>In early 2011, when we are all whining about our post-holiday blues (or perhaps even Valentine\'s Schmalentine\'s Day), we are all diving into food porn together.  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We are going to be soooooo <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135503/\" target=\"_blank\"><em><strong>Julie &amp; Julia</strong></em>,</a> and we\'re going to have a blast!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For one week, we are going to cook a different recipe(s) every night from Lisa Dahl\'s lusty book.  Yes, that\'s right.  We will all cook the recipes together in our perspective kitchens and then blog/comment about our experiences throughout the week. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If you want to live vicariously through us and simply stalk us on the blog, that\'s fine, too.  Lusty stuff always involves creepy peeping Toms and Tinas.  Just kidding!  Of course, you are welcome to just follow along and let us entertain you.  Or maybe you will be so inspired and filled with lust that you MUST cook one of the recipes or your life cannot go on.  Now THAT would make for a great comment section! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of all of this cooking/living vicariously/lustfulness, I will travel to the enchanting Sedona, Arizona (twist my arm) to dine at one of Lisa Dahl\'s fine culinary establishments, Cucina Rustica or Dahl &amp; Di Luca. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Now here\'s the outrageously fun part:  I am inviting all fellow Late Bloomers and Late Bloomer Wannabees to join me in Sedona for a Lusty Feast!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong> </strong></span></span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Hell -- even the token male readers are invited!  If you are hot, we even <em>encourage </em>you to attend!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am so excited about this that I don\'t know how I\'m going to sleep tonight. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Details to follow as the weeks pass. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until then, Buon Giorno!<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 61:  Thankful for Fellow TDay Orphans','','inherit','open','open','','2257-revision-11','','','2010-11-27 17:53:11','2010-11-28 00:53:11','',2257,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2257-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(2279,1,'2010-11-27 17:51:12','2010-11-28 00:51:12','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2263 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I used to think that being single on Thanksgiving sucked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, how times have changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\">Here are the advantages of a single girl\'s TDay:</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>You get to spend it with people whom you <em>want </em>to spend time with, rather than people whom you are <em>obligated</em> to spend time with</li>\r\n	<li>As much as I love kids, I prefer peace and quiet during a feast</li>\r\n	<li>I am also a fan of adult discussions about music, art, and culture. </li>\r\n	<li>Discussions that quickly fall into the gutter are equally as fun</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Copious amounts of wine </li>\r\n	<li>Eclectic iTunes playlists</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Lots of laughter amongst good friends</li>\r\n	<li>Plenty of leftovers</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Kimeee and I have been spending Thanksgiving together since 2002.  Some gathering have been large, some have been small, some have included boyfriends, a few even included a fiancé (Kimeee\'s), and a couple have included our friend, Mark. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year we invited Laney into our inner circle.  A former wine rep, Laney knows wine and brought plenty of it.  Boy, did we <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">get lit</span> enjoy ourselves! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Laney also presented me with the most deliciously lovely book which doubles as a fantastic future blog idea!  Hurrah! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book:  <em>The Elixir of Life.</em></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>She had me at the title.  How perfect!   How appropros!  How Laney to pick something so perfectly appropros for moi!  xo</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book\'s tagline:  finding love and joy in the passionate pursuit of food. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, well, well.  Was Laney thinking of the <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/day-60-3-yes-3-when-harry-met-sally-moments-during-1-dinner/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>3 When Harry Met Sally \"moments\"</strong> </a>that I experienced at El Chorro the night before?  Hmmm?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The book\'s mojo:  author Lisa Dahl travels to Tuscany, Italy, to celebrate the elixirs of the olive and the vine, and the elixir of inspiration that underlies her decades of Italian- and Mediterranean-influenced cusine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong>The book jacket goes on to describe Dahl\'s \"lusty cooking\". </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, yeah. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>AND...coinkidink of coinkidinks...Ms. Dahl resides in my fair state!!!  In magical Sedona, which I just so happened to introduce you to on <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/22/day-25-sedona-woo-woo-and-other-adventures/\"><strong>Day 25!</strong></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So here\'s my plan, peeps: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>In early 2011, when we are all whining about our post-holiday blues (or perhaps even Valentine\'s Schmalentine\'s Day), we are all diving into food porn together.  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We are going to be soooooo <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135503/\" target=\"_blank\"><em><strong>Julie &amp; Julia</strong></em>,</a> and we\'re going to have a blast!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For one week, we are going to cook a different recipe(s) every night from Lisa Dahl\'s lusty book.  Yes, that\'s right.  We will all cook the recipes together in our perspective kitchens and then blog/comment about our experiences throughout the week. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If you want to live vicariously through us and simply stalk us on the blog, that\'s fine, too.  Lusty stuff always involves creepy peeping Toms and Tinas.  Just kidding!  Of course, you are welcome to just follow along and let us entertain you.  Or maybe you will be so inspired and filled with lust that you MUST cook one of the recipes or your life cannot go on.  Now THAT would make for a great comment section! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of all of this cooking/living vicariously/lustfulness, I will travel to the enchanting Sedona, Arizona (twist my arm) to dine at one of Lisa Dahl\'s fine culinary establishments, Cucina Rustica or Dahl &amp; Di Luca. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Now here\'s the outrageously fun part:  I am inviting all fellow Late Bloomers and Late Bloomer Wannabees to join me in Sedona for a Lusty Feast!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong> </strong></span></span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Hell -- even the token male readers are invited!  If you are hot, we even <em>encourage </em>you to attend!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am so excited about this that I don\'t know how I\'m going to sleep tonight. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Details to follow as the weeks pass. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until then, Buon Giorno!<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 61:  Thankful for Fellow TDay Orphans','','inherit','open','open','','2257-revision-10','','','2010-11-27 17:51:12','2010-11-28 00:51:12','',2257,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2257-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(2278,1,'2010-11-27 17:51:04','2010-11-28 00:51:04','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2263 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I used to think that being single on Thanksgiving sucked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, how times have changed! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\">Here are the advantages of a single girl\'s TDay:</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>You get to spend it with people whom you <em>want </em>to spend time with, rather than people whom you are <em>obligated</em> to spend time with</li>\r\n	<li>As much as I love kids, I prefer peace and quiet during a feast</li>\r\n	<li>I am also a fan of adult discussions about music, art, and culture. </li>\r\n	<li>Discussions that quickly fall into the gutter are equally as fun</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Copious amounts of wine </li>\r\n	<li>Eclectic iTunes playlists</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\r\n	<li>Lots of laughter amongst good friends</li>\r\n	<li>Plenty of leftovers</li>\r\n	<li>NO DRAMA </li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p>Kimeee and I have been spending Thanksgiving together since 2002.  Some gathering have been large, some have been small, some have included boyfriends, a few even included a fiancé (Kimeee\'s), and a couple have included our friend, Mark. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This year we invited Laney into our inner circle.  A former wine rep, Laney knows wine and brought plenty of it.  Boy, did we <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">get lit</span> enjoy ourselves! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Laney also presented me with the most deliciously lovely book which doubles as a fantastic future blog idea!  Hurrah! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book:  <em>The Elixir of Life.</em></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>She had me at the title.  How perfect!   How appropros!  How Laney to pick something so perfectly appropros for moi!  xo</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book\'s tagline:  finding love and joy in the passionate pursuit of food. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, well, well.  Was Laney thinking of the <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/day-60-3-yes-3-when-harry-met-sally-moments-during-1-dinner/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>3 When Harry Met Sally \"moments\"</strong> </a>that I experienced at El Chorro the night before?  Hmmm?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The book\'s mojo:  author Lisa Dahl travels to Tuscany, Italy, to celebrate the elixirs of the olive and the vine, and the elixir of inspiration that underlies her decades of Italian- and Mediterranean-influenced cusine. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong>The book jacket goes on to describe Dahl\'s \"lusty cooking\". </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, yeah. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>AND...coinkidink of coinkidinks...Ms. Dahl resides in my fair state!!!  In magical Sedona, which I just so happened to introduce you to on <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/22/day-25-sedona-woo-woo-and-other-adventures/\"><strong>Day 25!</strong></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So here\'s my plan, peeps: </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>In early 2011, when we are all whining about our post-holiday blues (or perhaps even Valentine\'s Schmalentine\'s Day), we are all diving into food porn together.  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We are going to be soooooo <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135503/\" target=\"_blank\"><em><strong>Julie &amp; Julia</strong></em>,</a> and we\'re going to have a blast!  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For one week, we are going to cook a different recipe(s) every night from Lisa Dahl\'s lusty book.  Yes, that\'s right.  We will all cook the recipes together in our perspective kitchens and then blog/comment about our experiences throughout the week. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>If you want to live vicariously through us and simply stalk us on the blog, that\'s fine, too.  Lusty stuff always involves creepy peeping Toms and Tinas.  Just kidding!  Of course, you are welcome to just follow along and let us entertain you.  Or maybe you will be so inspired and filled with lust that you MUST cook one of the recipes or your life cannot go on.  Now THAT would make for a great comment section! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of all of this cooking/living vicariously/lustfulness, I will travel to the enchanting Sedona, Arizona (twist my arm) to dine at one of Lisa Dahl\'s fine culinary establishments, Cucina Rustica or Dahl &amp; Di Luca. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Now here\'s the outrageously fun part:  I am inviting all fellow Late Bloomers and Late Bloomer Wannabees to join me in Sedona for a Lusty Feast!  </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong> </strong></span></span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Hell -- even the token male readers are invited!  If you are hot, we even <em>encourage </em>you to attend!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am so excited about this that I don\'t know how I\'m going to sleep tonight. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Details to follow as the weeks pass. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until then, Buon Giorno!<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 61:  Thankful for Fellow TDay Orphans','','inherit','open','open','','2257-revision-9','','','2010-11-27 17:51:04','2010-11-28 00:51:04','',2257,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/2257-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(1414,1,'2010-10-26 01:11:27','2010-10-26 08:11:27','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Question:</strong>  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answer:</strong>  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Question:</strong>  What could possibly be more wonderful???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answer:</strong>  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1421\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1437\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Love at First Kiss\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1437\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Doggie Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','publish','open','open','','day-29-puppy-breath','','','2010-12-12 21:31:50','2010-12-13 04:31:50','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=1414',0,'post','',9),(1415,1,'2010-10-25 21:47:50','2010-10-26 04:47:50','<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision','','','2010-10-25 21:47:50','2010-10-26 04:47:50','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(1416,1,'2010-10-25 21:48:01','2010-10-26 04:48:01','<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-2','','','2010-10-25 21:48:01','2010-10-26 04:48:01','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(2277,1,'2010-11-27 17:50:51','2010-11-28 00:50:51','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-2263 alignleft\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB250186-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>I used to think that being single on Thanksgiving sucked. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, how times have changed! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff00ff;\">Here are the advantages of a single girl\'s TDay:</span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>You get to spend it with people whom you <em>want </em>to spend time with, rather than people whom you are <em>obligated</em> to spend time with</li>\n	<li>As much as I love kids, I prefer peace and quiet during a feast</li>\n	<li>I am also a fan of adult discussions about music, art, and culture. </li>\n	<li>Discussions that quickly fall into the gutter are equally as fun</li>\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\n	<li>Copious amounts of wine </li>\n	<li>Eclectic iTunes playlists</li>\n	<li>NO DRAMA</li>\n	<li>Lots of laughter amongst good friends</li>\n	<li>Plenty of leftovers</li>\n	<li>NO DRAMA </li>\n</ul>\n\n<p>Kimeee and I have been spending Thanksgiving together since 2002.  Some gathering have been large, some have been small, some have included boyfriends, a few even included a fiancé (Kimeee\'s), and a couple have included our friend, Mark. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>This year we invited Laney into our inner circle.  A former wine rep, Laney knows wine and brought plenty of it.  Boy, did we <span style=\"text-decoration: line-through;\">get lit</span> enjoy ourselves! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Laney also presented me with the most deliciously lovely book which doubles as a fantastic future blog idea!  Hurrah! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book:  <em>The Elixir of Life.</em></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><em> </em> </p>\n\n<p>She had me at the title.  How perfect!   How appropros!  How Laney to pick something so perfectly appropros for moi!  xo</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>The book\'s tagline:  finding love and joy in the passionate pursuit of food. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, well, well.  Was Laney thinking of the <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/27/day-60-3-yes-3-when-harry-met-sally-moments-during-1-dinner/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>3 When Harry Met Sally \"moments\"</strong> </a>that I experienced at El Chorro the night before?  Hmmm?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The book\'s mojo:  author Lisa Dahl travels to Tuscany, Italy, to celebrate the elixirs of the olive and the vine, and the elixir of inspiration that underlies her decades of Italian- and Mediterranean-influenced cusine. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong>The book jacket goes on to describe Dahl\'s \"lusty cooking\". </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, yeah. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>AND...coinkidink of coinkidinks...Ms. Dahl resides in my fair state!!!  In magical Sedona, which I just so happened to introduce you to on <a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/22/day-25-sedona-woo-woo-and-other-adventures/\"><strong>Day 25!</strong></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>So here\'s my plan, peeps: </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>In early 2011, when we are all whining about our post-holiday blues (or perhaps even Valentine\'s Schmalentine\'s Day), we are all diving into food porn together.  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We are going to be soooooo <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135503/\" target=\"_blank\"><em><strong>Julie &amp; Julia</strong></em>,</a> and we\'re going to have a blast!  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For one week, we are going to cook a different recipe(s) every night from Lisa Dahl\'s lusty book.  Yes, that\'s right.  We will all cook the recipes together in our perspective kitchens and then blog/comment about our experiences throughout the week. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>If you want to live vicariously through us and simply stalk us on the blog, that\'s fine, too.  Lusty stuff always involves creepy peeping Toms and Tinas.  Just kidding!  Of course, you are welcome to just follow along and let us entertain you.  Or maybe you will be so inspired and filled with lust that you MUST cook one of the recipes or your life cannot go on.  Now THAT would make for a great comment section! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of all of this cooking/living vicariously/lustfulness, I will travel to the enchanting Sedona, Arizona (twist my arm) to dine at one of Lisa Dahl\'s fine culinary establishments, Cucina Rustica or Dahl &amp; Di Luca. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Now here\'s the outrageously fun part:  I am inviting all fellow Late Bloomers and Late Bloomer Wannabees to join me in Sedona for a Lusty Feast!  </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong> </strong></span></span> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong>Hell -- even the token male readers are invited!  If you are hot, we even <em>encourage </em>you to attend!</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am so excited about this that I don\'t know how I\'m going to sleep tonight. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Details to follow as the weeks pass. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until then, Buon Giorno!<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 61:  Thankful 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21:53:51','2010-10-26 04:53:51','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1421,1,'2010-10-25 21:54:57','2010-10-26 04:54:57','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-54','','','2010-10-25 21:54:57','2010-10-26 04:54:57','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1422,1,'2010-10-25 21:55:49','2010-10-26 04:55:49','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-55','','','2010-10-25 21:55:49','2010-10-26 04:55:49','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1423,1,'2010-10-25 21:57:10','2010-10-26 04:57:10','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-3','','','2010-10-25 21:57:10','2010-10-26 04:57:10','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(1424,1,'2010-10-25 21:58:00','2010-10-26 04:58:00','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-4','','','2010-10-25 21:58:00','2010-10-26 04:58:00','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(1425,1,'2010-10-25 21:58:44','2010-10-26 04:58:44','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-5','','','2010-10-25 21:58:44','2010-10-26 04:58:44','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(1426,1,'2010-10-25 21:59:27','2010-10-26 04:59:27','[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-6','','','2010-10-25 21:59:27','2010-10-26 04:59:27','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(1428,1,'2010-10-25 22:00:43','2010-10-26 05:00:43','<p>[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-8','','','2010-10-25 22:00:43','2010-10-26 05:00:43','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(1427,1,'2010-10-25 22:00:27','2010-10-26 05:00:27','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-7','','','2010-10-25 22:00:27','2010-10-26 05:00:27','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(1429,1,'2010-10-25 22:01:21','2010-10-26 05:01:21','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-9','','','2010-10-25 22:01:21','2010-10-26 05:01:21','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(1433,1,'2010-10-25 22:08:11','2010-10-26 05:08:11','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-12','','','2010-10-25 22:08:11','2010-10-26 05:08:11','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(1430,1,'2010-10-25 22:05:51','2010-10-26 05:05:51','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','Love at First Kiss','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-56','','','2010-10-25 22:05:51','2010-10-26 05:05:51','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401883.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1432,1,'2010-10-25 22:07:44','2010-10-26 05:07:44','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-11','','','2010-10-25 22:07:44','2010-10-26 05:07:44','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(1431,1,'2010-10-25 22:07:14','2010-10-26 05:07:14','<div class=\"mceTemp\">\n<div class=\"mceTemp\"> </div>\n<dl id=\"attachment_1418\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\" style=\"width: 310px;\"><dt class=\"wp-caption-dt\"><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></dt><dd class=\"wp-caption-dd\">Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! </dd></dl>\n<div class=\"mceTemp\"> </div>\n</div>\n\n<p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answer:  Yes.\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<div class=\"mceTemp\"> </div>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!Love at First Kiss\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<br class=\"spacer_\" /></div>\n\n<p>\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not?     Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p>\n\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. \n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong><br class=\"spacer_\" />\n\n<p> \n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>\n\n</p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-10','','','2010-10-25 22:07:14','2010-10-26 05:07:14','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(1435,1,'2010-10-25 22:14:12','2010-10-26 05:14:12','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-14','','','2010-10-25 22:14:12','2010-10-26 05:14:12','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(1434,1,'2010-10-25 22:13:25','2010-10-26 05:13:25','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. \r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n</p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-13','','','2010-10-25 22:13:25','2010-10-26 05:13:25','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(1436,1,'2010-10-25 22:14:27','2010-10-26 05:14:27','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-15','','','2010-10-25 22:14:27','2010-10-26 05:14:27','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(1437,1,'2010-10-25 22:16:59','2010-10-26 05:16:59','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','Love at First Kiss','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-57','','','2010-10-25 22:16:59','2010-10-26 05:16:59','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(1438,1,'2010-10-25 22:16:08','2010-10-26 05:16:08','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1421\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Best in Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-16','','','2010-10-25 22:16:08','2010-10-26 05:16:08','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(1439,1,'2010-10-25 22:17:47','2010-10-26 05:17:47','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1421\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1437\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Love at First Kiss\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1437\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Doggie Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-17','','','2010-10-25 22:17:47','2010-10-26 05:17:47','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(1440,1,'2010-10-25 22:18:02','2010-10-26 05:18:02','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1421\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1437\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Love at First Kiss\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1437\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Doggie Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-18','','','2010-10-25 22:18:02','2010-10-26 05:18:02','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(1441,1,'2010-10-25 22:18:18','2010-10-26 05:18:18','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1421\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1437\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Love at First Kiss\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1437\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Doggie Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-19','','','2010-10-25 22:18:18','2010-10-26 05:18:18','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(1442,1,'2010-10-25 22:20:02','2010-10-26 05:20:02','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Question:  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answer:  Yes.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Question:  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answer:  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1421\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1437\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Love at First Kiss\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1437\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Doggie Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-20','','','2010-10-25 22:20:02','2010-10-26 05:20:02','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(1444,1,'2010-10-25 22:22:31','2010-10-26 05:22:31','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Question:</strong>  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answer:</strong>  Yes.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Question:</strong>  What could possibly be more wonderful???</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answer:</strong>  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1421\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1437\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Love at First Kiss\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1437\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Doggie Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-22','','','2010-10-25 22:22:31','2010-10-26 05:22:31','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(1443,1,'2010-10-25 22:20:59','2010-10-26 05:20:59','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Question:</strong>  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answer:</strong>  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Question:</strong>  What could possibly be more wonderful?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answer:</strong>  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1421\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1437\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Love at First Kiss\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1437\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Doggie Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-21','','','2010-10-25 22:20:59','2010-10-26 05:20:59','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(1445,1,'2010-10-26 18:23:51','2010-10-27 01:23:51','<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Question:</strong>  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answer:</strong>  Yes.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Question:</strong>  What could possibly be more wonderful???</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Answer:</strong>  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1421\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_1437\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Love at First Kiss\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1437\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Doggie Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-autosave','','','2010-10-26 18:23:51','2010-10-27 01:23:51','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(1446,1,'2010-10-25 22:23:46','2010-10-26 05:23:46','<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1418\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Take a whiff. Nothing beats puppy breath! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1418\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401891-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Question:</strong>  Is there anything more wonderful in this world than puppy breath? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answer:</strong>  Yes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Question:</strong>  What could possibly be more wonderful???</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Answer:</strong>  The breath of 5 puppies! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1419\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Puppy Pileup!\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1419\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401931-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1420\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"I&#39;m a puppy, not a floppy eared bunny. Believe it...Or not? \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1420\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401914-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1421\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Got milk?\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1421\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401831-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1422\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Playing, eating and pooping! What a ruff day! \"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1422\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401852-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1437\" align=\"alignnone\" width=\"300\" caption=\"Love at First Kiss\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-1437\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/PA2401884-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>These precious bundles of joy are the pup-brothers and pup-sisters of my friend, Megan.   Megan\'s mother and her human sisters own and run After Hours, a small hobby kennel located right on the edge of Tonto National Forest.  In other words, these puppies enjoy resort-style living.  After visiting, I wanted to pack up my things and move to the country, and I am definitely a city kind-of-girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Megan\'s family is a real life Doggie Show family.  Check out their website at <a href=\"http://www.afterhoursecs.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>http://www.afterhoursecs.com/</strong></a><strong>.  </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 29:  Puppy Breath','','inherit','open','open','','1414-revision-23','','','2010-10-25 22:23:46','2010-10-26 05:23:46','',1414,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/25/1414-revision-23/',0,'revision','',0),(1447,1,'2010-10-24 21:55:23','2010-10-25 04:55:23','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/salcalvinfo.gif\"><img class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1326\" title=\"salcalvinfo\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/salcalvinfo.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" /></a><a href=\"http://www.hairpeace.com/Home.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1319\" title=\"salvadorsign\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/salvadorsign2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Most women tend to be fiercely loyal to their hairstylists.  Suggest to a woman that she try a new stylist and a look of horror (tinged with guilt) crosses her face.  A woman would sooner call it quits with her significant other than abandon or cheat on her mane guy/girl. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And, yes, this applies to women who are downright unhappy with their stylists!  They would rather stay in a dysfunctional hair relationship than break away to healthier pastures.  They walk around with a bad haircut and/or color because they don’t want to hurt their hairstylist’s <em>feelings</em>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I know.  I used to feel that way as well.  Until the day I was forced to break up with “G”.  He left me with no choice.   </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff00ff; font-size: large;\">Like all new relationships, it was A Match Made in Heaven.  At first.  </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff00ff; font-size: large;\"> </span></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>G was my hairstylist from five years ago.  I met him at a party.  At the time, I was displeased with my hair.  My metrosexual poster boy friend recommended a top stylist in Snobbsdale who dyed my tresses a lighter shade of black and razor cut my hair.  The color made me look like I was in dire need of a makeover, and the razor made my hair frizz to a frazzle. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the party (hosted by metrosexual poster boy, ironically), G sat down next to me and told me that he loved my dress.  (+10 points)  He then commented that my shoes were to die for.  (+20 points)  We talked incessantly for a while, and it came up in conversation that he was a hairstylist.  I immediately blurted out my hair woes. Don’t we often treat our hairstylists like therapists?  God bless them for listening. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>G calmly assessed the damage.  He explained to me that my hair was too dark and washed me out.  (+50 points)  G was HORRIFIED that someone had taken a razor to the hair of someone of “Mediterranean descent”.  (+100 points)  My hair should be blunt cut to eliminate the frizzle-frazzle!  (+500 points) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This was destined to be a hair relationship made in Heaven! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I called G that Tuesday to schedule an appointment.  When our big day rolled around, it was everything a girl could want.  I will never forget – he dyed my hair with a color called “Swedish blonde” which sounded ridiculous at first.  Me?  A blonde?  Uh…no.  BUT!!!!  G transformed my hair into shade of golden brunette perfect for my skin tone.  And his blunt cut layers made my hair bouncing and behaving!  (+ points ad infinitum)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was hooked. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>G and I also started to see each other outside of the salon.  (Platonically.  G wasn’t attracted to women.)  He shared my taste for indie restaurants and coffeehouses.  We had so much fun together.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080; font-size: large;\">Drama Queens belong on the stage and not in the salon.</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Then one day, G was in a mood.  (He had a flair for the dramatic.)  He was stressed out about a guy who dissed him and was ticked off at his landlord.  In the midst of relaying his hassles in vivid detail during my haircut, he cut my layers unevenly.  i.e. He screwed up my hair.  Big time.  Every woman’s worst hair nightmare. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am a forgiving sort.  I am prone to granting second chances.  We are all human.  We all make mistakes.  We should all give one another a little more grace. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So I went back to G for a quick fix. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which turned out to be not a fix, but another disaster. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000; font-size: large;\">Breaking Up is Hard to Do.  </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000; font-size: large;\"> </span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In some aspects, breaking up with G was worse than breaking up with a boyfriend.  With a boyfriend, you take time off to heal and ready yourself for another relationship someday.  With your hairstylist, you need to find another one right away.  This is far from ideal when you’re gun-shy and suffering from hair trauma. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Argh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I went through a few hairstylists after G.  Everyone was good at first, and then they slacked off after a year or so.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I was then introduced to a husband/wife cut/color duo who are great.  I absolutely adore them – talented, super smart, and warm.  But our schedules haven’t been meshing lately.  Availability is limited to one Saturday a month, and if I happen to have other plans that Saturday, then I’m SOL.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And this is how I came to cheat on my hairstylist.  I needed an appointment for this past Saturday, and my stylists were unavailable. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff6600; font-size: large;\"><strong>If you are going to cheat, then reach for the hairstylist to the stars.  </strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> For months, my friend Britt waxed on about <em>“Salvador”.</em>  From the way she talked about him, I envisioned some sort of mythical Hair God. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>“<em>Salvador</em> is the best stylist that I’ve ever been to.  He specializes in natural color.”  (+50 points)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>“<em>Salvador</em> is the only one in this town who knows how to cut hair.  He cuts the layers blunt so your hair is thick and voluptuous and doesn’t get scraggly as with point cutting.”  (+100 points)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>“<em>Salvador</em> has a really cool artsy studio downtown with art and photographs and instruments.”  (I’m a sucker for artsy fartsy.  +50 points.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>“<em>Salvador</em> understands how to cut wavy hair.” (+100 points)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>“<em>Salvador</em>!  <em>Salvador</em>!  <em>Salvador</em>!”  (+50 points for reputation of mythical proportion) </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>So this past Saturday morning I hauled my cookies downtown for an appointment with <em>Salvador</em>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon entering aforementioned artsy fartsy studio, I was greeted by an overly enthusiastic Golden Retriever named Tahoe.  (+ points ad infinitum)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.hairpeace.com\" target=\"_blank\"><img title=\"tahoe\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/tahoe2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"97\" height=\"118\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Salvador (with locks of mythical proportion) welcomed me to the salon and chit-chatted away about the morning.  I was up late the night before, slept in, and had just started drinking my coffee, so I slurped it down in a hurry with hopes that I could be a tenth as chipper as Tahoe and ready to talk to another human being.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Classical music played in the background (+10 points) while Salvador sat me in the chair and inquired about what I wanted to do with my hair.  I asked him what he would do given carte blanche. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>All I can remember is “natural color” and I agreed to the rest.  When a mythical Hair God shares his opinion, you really should just take it and get on with your day.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I was properly caffeinated, we were able to ramble on about all sorts of common interests from music to guitar to writing to entrepreneurship to topics ad infinitum.  (+1000 points)  I am sure that you will agree with me that NOTHING is more awkward than sitting in a hairstylist’s chair whom you are unable to talk to.  How can they <em>possibly </em>serve as your surrogate therapist/dating coach/sounding board if you can’t carry on a decent conversation??? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Salvador worked his magic throughout conversational turns and many musical shifts (as you ease into the morning the classical needs to be replaced with rock) and then…Voila!  Hair Extraordinaire! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have already received numerous compliments from “the outside”. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In this illicit affair, the cheating paid off and no one got hurt.**</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The most surprising thing about Salvador is that for a mythical Hair God, he is extraordinarily down-to-earth and <em>a really good guy</em>. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Often with myths, we develop high expectations that can’t be adhered to in Real Life.  Salvador will exceed your expectations.  And you’ll have fun in the process.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Go see him and Tahoe.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.hairpeace.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><span style=\"color: #ff6600;\"><strong>http://www.hairpeace.com/</strong></span></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>                           </strong> ****************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>** Please note that I do not condone cheating in other relationships.  But if your hairstylist isn’t cutting it (pun intended), then by all means get out there and sow your wild oats with someone new! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 28:  Have YOU Ever Cheated on Your Hairdresser?','','inherit','open','open','','1307-revision-45','','','2010-10-24 21:55:23','2010-10-25 04:55:23','',1307,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/24/1307-revision-45/',0,'revision','',0),(1448,1,'2010-10-26 12:41:51','2010-10-26 19:41:51','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p>\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\" *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Have you checked the children?\" +</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"  ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that loved ones are near.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  And then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  \"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision','','','2010-10-26 12:41:51','2010-10-26 19:41:51','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(1449,1,'2010-10-26 15:42:21','2010-10-26 22:42:21','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p>\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\" *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Have you checked the children?\" +</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"  ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that loved ones are near.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  And then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  \"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you\'ve asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  That\'s my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s tue.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even a handy template where you can submit them to me on this site.  (Click <strong>blah blah)  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks, so in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-2','','','2010-10-26 15:42:21','2010-10-26 22:42:21','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(1450,1,'2010-10-26 19:00:50','2010-10-27 02:00:50','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p>\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\" *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Have you checked the children?\" +</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"  ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  \"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you\'ve asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  That\'s my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s tue.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit them to me on this site.  [Click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks, so in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason</em> might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But this blog day involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us tickets. I love to be continually reminded that my students are growing up and I am...er...growing up. too.  Oh, joy! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can stand! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\", my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something for Intel.  Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions.  At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you ever going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew we were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning and initiate messing around, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-3','','','2010-10-26 19:00:50','2010-10-27 02:00:50','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(1451,1,'2010-10-26 19:01:50','2010-10-27 02:01:50','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p>\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\" *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  \"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you\'ve asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  That\'s my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s tue.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit them to me on this site.  [Click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks, so in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason</em> might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But this blog day involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us tickets. I love to be continually reminded that my students are growing up and I am...er...growing up. too.  Oh, joy! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can stand! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\", my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something for Intel.  Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions.  At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you ever going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew we were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning and initiate messing around, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-4','','','2010-10-26 19:01:50','2010-10-27 02:01:50','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(1452,1,'2010-10-26 19:04:37','2010-10-27 02:04:37','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  \"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you\'ve asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  That\'s my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s tue.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit them to me on this site.  [Click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks, so in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason</em> might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But this blog day involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us tickets. I love to be continually reminded that my students are growing up and I am...er...growing up. too.  Oh, joy! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can stand! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\", my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something for Intel.  Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions.  At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you ever going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew we were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning and initiate messing around, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-5','','','2010-10-26 19:04:37','2010-10-27 02:04:37','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(1453,1,'2010-10-26 19:19:45','2010-10-27 02:19:45','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  \"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you\'ve asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  That\'s my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s tue.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit them to me on this site.  [Click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks, so in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for saying this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason</em> might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But this blog day involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us tickets. I love to be continually reminded that my students are growing up and I am...er...growing up. too.  Oh, joy! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can stand! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\", (he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel), my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something for Intel.  Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions.  At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you ever going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew we were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning and initiate messing around, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  (I learned this factoid today. when I told people that I had seen it last night.)  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality, if that\'s a word.   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch</em>-style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bleck. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  Painfully slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I learned that this film didn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I will not talk about any further because I believe in living in the light.  What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of thie</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-6','','','2010-10-26 19:19:45','2010-10-27 02:19:45','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(1454,1,'2010-10-26 19:34:27','2010-10-27 02:34:27','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  \"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you\'ve asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  That\'s my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s tue.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit them to me on this site.  [Click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks, so in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for saying this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason</em> might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But this blog day involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us tickets. I love to be continually reminded that my students are growing up and I am...er...growing up. too.  Oh, joy! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can stand! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\", (he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel), my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something for Intel.  Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions.  At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you ever going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew we were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning and initiate messing around, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  (I learned this factoid today. when I told people that I had seen it last night.)  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality, if that\'s a word.   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch</em>-style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bleck. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  Painfully slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I learned that this film didn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>slow</p>\n\n<p>sickening (from cameras, not from gore)</p>\n\n<p>cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</p>\n\n<p>the real hero of the film (the sweet and obedient German Shepherd) is the first to \"get it\"</p>\n\n<p>no gore</p>\n\n<p>no gratuitous sex scenes</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-7','','','2010-10-26 19:34:27','2010-10-27 02:34:27','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(1455,1,'2010-10-26 20:06:10','2010-10-27 03:06:10','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  \"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you\'ve asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  That\'s my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s tue.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit them to me on this site.  [Click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks, so in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for saying this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason</em> might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But this blog day involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us tickets. I love to be continually reminded that my students are growing up and I am...er...growing up. too.  Oh, joy! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can stand! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\", (he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel), my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something for Intel.  Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions.  At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you ever going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew we were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning and initiate messing around, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  (I learned this factoid today. when I told people that I had seen it last night.)  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality, if that\'s a word.   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch</em>-style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bleck. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  Painfully slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I learned that this film didn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>sickening (from cameras, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>the real hero of the film (the sweet and obedient German Shepherd) is the first to \"get it\" </li>\n	<li>no gore</li>\n	<li>no gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily quiet.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-8','','','2010-10-26 20:06:10','2010-10-27 03:06:10','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(1456,1,'2010-10-26 20:06:42','2010-10-27 03:06:42','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  \"Never again!\", said I. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But you\'ve asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  That\'s my idea!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s tue.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit them to me on this site.  [Click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks, so in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for saying this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason</em> might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But this blog day involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us tickets. I love to be continually reminded that my students are growing up and I am...er...growing up. too.  Oh, joy! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can stand! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\", (he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel), my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something for Intel.  Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions.  At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you ever going to kiss me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And that\'s how I knew we were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning and initiate messing around, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  (I learned this factoid today. when I told people that I had seen it last night.)  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality, if that\'s a word.   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch</em>-style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  Painfully slow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I learned that this film didn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>slower than molasses </li>\r\n	<li>sickening (from cameras, not from gore)</li>\r\n	<li>cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\r\n	<li>the real hero of the film (the sweet and obedient German Shepherd) is the first to \"get it\" </li>\r\n	<li>no gore</li>\r\n	<li>no gratuitous sex scenes</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The house was eerily quiet.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-9','','','2010-10-26 20:06:42','2010-10-27 03:06:42','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(1457,1,'2010-10-26 20:31:07','2010-10-27 03:31:07','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  \"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you\'ve asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [Click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be in Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets. I love to be continually reminded that my students are growing up and I am...er...growing up. too.  Now THAT\"S frightening!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p> Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  (I learned this factoid today. when I told people that I had seen it last night.)  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch</em>-style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bleck. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also learned that this movie didn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>Sickening (from cameras, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\n	<li>No gore</li>\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" />No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answers to <strong><em>Name That Horror Flick!</em></strong><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-10','','','2010-10-26 20:31:07','2010-10-27 03:31:07','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(1458,1,'2010-10-26 20:47:47','2010-10-27 03:47:47','<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  <strong>It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.</strong>  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\"S frightening!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bleck. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\n	<li>No gore</li>\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answers to <strong><em>Name That Horror Flick!</em></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-11','','','2010-10-26 20:47:47','2010-10-27 03:47:47','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(1459,1,'2010-10-26 20:50:33','2010-10-27 03:50:33','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare. </span> </strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\"S frightening!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bleck. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\n	<li>No gore</li>\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-12','','','2010-10-26 20:50:33','2010-10-27 03:50:33','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(1460,1,'2010-10-26 20:51:49','2010-10-27 03:51:49','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare. </span> </strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\"S frightening!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bleck. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\n	<li>No gore</li>\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-13','','','2010-10-26 20:51:49','2010-10-27 03:51:49','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(1461,1,'2010-10-26 20:51:53','2010-10-27 03:51:53','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare. </span> </strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\"S frightening!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\r\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\r\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\r\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\r\n	<li>No gore</li>\r\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-14','','','2010-10-26 20:51:53','2010-10-27 03:51:53','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(1462,1,'2010-10-26 20:52:52','2010-10-27 03:52:52','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare</span> </strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\"S frightening!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\r\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\r\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\r\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\r\n	<li>No gore</li>\r\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-15','','','2010-10-26 20:52:52','2010-10-27 03:52:52','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(1463,1,'2010-10-26 20:58:59','2010-10-27 03:58:59','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\"S frightening!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong>  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bleck. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\n	<li>No gore</li>\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-16','','','2010-10-26 20:58:59','2010-10-27 03:58:59','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(1466,1,'2010-10-26 21:02:54','2010-10-27 04:02:54','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\'S frightening!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong> </span></span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bleck. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\n	<li>No gore</li>\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-19','','','2010-10-26 21:02:54','2010-10-27 04:02:54','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(1464,1,'2010-10-26 20:59:10','2010-10-27 03:59:10','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\"S frightening!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong>  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\r\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\r\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\r\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\r\n	<li>No gore</li>\r\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-17','','','2010-10-26 20:59:10','2010-10-27 03:59:10','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(1465,1,'2010-10-26 21:00:07','2010-10-27 04:00:07','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\"S frightening!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong>  [Don\'t get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\r\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\r\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\r\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\r\n	<li>No gore</li>\r\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-18','','','2010-10-26 21:00:07','2010-10-27 04:00:07','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(1467,1,'2010-10-26 21:03:11','2010-10-27 04:03:11','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\'S frightening!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong> </span></span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Bleck. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\r\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\r\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\r\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\r\n	<li>No gore</li>\r\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-20','','','2010-10-26 21:03:11','2010-10-27 04:03:11','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(1468,1,'2010-10-26 21:04:44','2010-10-27 04:04:44','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\'S frightening!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong> </span></span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Bleck. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\n	<li>No gore</li>\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-21','','','2010-10-26 21:04:44','2010-10-27 04:04:44','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(1470,1,'2010-10-26 21:07:34','2010-10-27 04:07:34','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\'S frightening!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong> </span></span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Bleck. </span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\n	<li>No gore</li>\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-23','','','2010-10-26 21:07:34','2010-10-27 04:07:34','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-23/',0,'revision','',0),(1469,1,'2010-10-26 21:05:22','2010-10-27 04:05:22','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\'S frightening!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong> </span></span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Bleck. </span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\r\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\r\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\r\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\r\n	<li>No gore</li>\r\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-22','','','2010-10-26 21:05:22','2010-10-27 04:05:22','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(1471,1,'2010-10-26 21:08:04','2010-10-27 04:08:04','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\'S frightening!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong> </span></span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Bleck. </span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<ul>\r\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\r\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\r\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\r\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\r\n	<li>No gore</li>\r\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\r\n</ul>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ugh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-24','','','2010-10-26 21:08:04','2010-10-27 04:08:04','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-24/',0,'revision','',0),(1472,1,'2010-10-26 21:09:48','2010-10-27 04:09:48','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\'S frightening!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong> </span></span> <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Bleck. </span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\n	<li>No gore</li>\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-25','','','2010-10-26 21:09:48','2010-10-27 04:09:48','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-25/',0,'revision','',0),(1473,1,'2010-10-26 21:11:31','2010-10-27 04:11:31','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s time to play <em><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick! </span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong> </strong></em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #003366;\">\"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!\"</span></strong></span> *</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #808000;\"><strong>\"Have you checked the children?\" </strong></span>+</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>\"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!\"</strong> </span> ^</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It\'s one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It\'s another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostalgically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"Never again!\", said I. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"No way, no how,\" I told Svenny. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>\"But you asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  Watching a horror movie alone is my idea!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>It\'s true.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit your ideas for my 365 project on this site.  [If you would like to do so now, kindly click <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/\" target=\"_blank\">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks.  So in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">You gotta live up to a double dog dare.</span> </strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week\'s bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I turned on my cable\'s ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that (and I feel ridiculous for verbalizing this) <em><strong>Freddy vs. Jason</strong> </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed  Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore <strong>NOT PICK </strong><em><strong>THE SHINING!!!</strong>  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW could I watch <em>The Shining</em> alone! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny\'s reply surprised me.  \"We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!\"</em> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At first, I almost blurted back, \"But Day 30 involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That\'s the whole point!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>And then I got smart.</strong> </span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us our tickets.  Now THAT\'S frightening!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, \"Have you and I been to a movie together yet?\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I coquettishly reminded him, \"No, we haven\'t.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, \"I just ate Chinese food!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl\'s heart can bear! </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate \"Lean Cuisine\" -- and he relayed this information while scarfing down a gigantic pretzel -- my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. <br class=\"spacer_\" /> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men\'s Health</em>.</strong> </span></span> <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something like that for Intel. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Anywho, Jim\'s perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist or something like that.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I couldn\'t help myself.  I inquired, \"Jim, are you<em> ever</em> going to kiss me?\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>To which he replied, \"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And that\'s how I knew Jim and I were not a match. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning ready to romp, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response from him. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I rarely watch TV, so I was unfamiliar with the <em>Paranormal Activity</em> commercials that everyone in the greater Phoenix-Scottsdale area has apparently seen.  Therefore, I didn\'t know what the heck this movie was about. Except paranormality (if that\'s a word).   And I  DIDN\'T know that it was filmed <em>Blair Witch </em>style with moving cameras that made me motion sick within the first two minutes of the film. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #808000;\">Bleck. </span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Equally upsetting was the unveiling of the dog in the film\'s initial moments.  I knew right then that the dog was destined for disaster, and I cannot handle doggie deaths in movies.  I\'d rather see Jason slash an idiot teenager\'s throat than see an innocent canine at the hands of the bad guy. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And.  The.  Film.  Was.  S-L-O-W.  <em>Painfully</em> slow. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I also learned that this movie doesn\'t involve your ordinary run-of-the-mill ghosts, but evil demons.  Which I refuse to discuss any further because I believe in living in the light. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">What kind of freakazoids spend months and years of their lives developing and filming this stuff?  Now THAT\'S scary!</span></span></span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> </span> </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<ul>\n	<li>Slower than molasses </li>\n	<li>Sickening (from motion sickness, not from gore)</li>\n	<li>Cute toddler (who is the victim of freakazoid\'s demented plot)</li>\n	<li>The real hero of the film, the sweet and obedient German Shepherd, is the first to \"get it\".  Bastards.  </li>\n	<li>No gore</li>\n	<li>No gratuitous sex scenes</li>\n</ul>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Horrors!  They just don\'t make them like they used to. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>On our way out, Svenny and I agreed that the movie wasn\'t scary.  Nope.  Startling at points, but certainly not scary. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>And then he dropped me off at home.  Alone. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ugh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The house was eerily silent.  Great timing for my broken SoundDock.  No music for me to break the silence.  Except...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I remembered the music channels on TV that I never use!  Feeling shaken by the \"dark stuff\" that I refuse to further discuss, the Christian channel seemed like the most logical choice.  Yep.  I BLARED Jesus throughout every corner of my house.  Worked like a charm. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Until bed.  When I needed to turn off the TV. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I hate to admit this, but before bed, I carried my phone with me throughout the house as I checked every closet.  How silly is that?  What if something had jumped out at me?  \"Pardon me, Boogeyman, but could you please give me a sec while I call Svenny?  He lives right down the street and can be here in a flash!\" </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I took an allergy pill to knock me out, and I slept like a wee babe. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>No more horror movies for me until my next cohabitation.  No way, no how. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>                                                          *************************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Answers to <strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Name That Horror Flick!</span></em></strong></p>\n\n<p><strong><em> </em></strong> </p>\n\n<p><em><strong>*  <span style=\"color: #003366;\">Friday the 13th.</span></strong>  </em>All 50 of them. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>+  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #808000;\">When a Stranger Calls.</span></strong>  </em>This is another one that you couldn\'t pay me to watch alone.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>^  <em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Shining</span></strong></em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 30:  Horror Movie Night','','inherit','open','open','','1309-revision-26','','','2010-10-26 21:11:31','2010-10-27 04:11:31','',1309,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/26/1309-revision-26/',0,'revision','',0),