Sunday, October 28, 2007: save the date

Pictures to prove Sunday afternoon is the new Saturday night.

A couple notes for next year:

- yes, yes, yes to Gido's chili recipe

- need clearly defined rules in place prior to pumpkin judging, and pumpkin guess-the-weight; preferably these rules need to be vetted by a representative sample of possible pumpkin carvers two months prior to the contest, only to be changed unilaterally five minutes before judging begins. Also, should add yet another bowl in the pumpkin gut chain. The first bowl will be dumped into a second bowl that is a bit bigger than the first, and then from the second bowl the guts shall be transferred into a third and even bigger bowl before dumping the whole thing into the garbage without even using the seeds, BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE WAY TOO ECONOMICAL, and we need to keep our jobs, right?

- maybe invite more non-public-servants to teach the rest of us about efficiency, and get us to lighten up about the integrity of our judging system, because, DUDE, ARE WE EVER NERDS

- everybody in attendance at the 1st annual pumpkin carving contest are mandated to attend the 2nd annual pumpkin carving contest. Violators of this policy will be prosecuted

pumpkin carving contest, Sunday @ 2:00 pm

If you can read this, and you live in the NCR, you're invited. Don't wait for a formal invitation, 'cuz it ain't coming. Judging at 4:30 pm. We'll have the basic carving utensils for use, but bring anything special you might need. Get creative! Remember, there is a FABULOUS prize to be won at the end of it all (for the best pumpkin AND for the best costume, though no costumes are required. If you can't think of anything to be just come as a bed head who vows the whole afternoon to "NEVER, EVER drink that much at Patty Boland's AGAIN - NEVER, EVER! - now pass me a coffee and Bailey's along with a bowl of chili, STAT!")

Knowing this thing has been coming up led me to put off all the household cleaning for a couple weeks, because it'll just get dirty again, right? I might as well give the house a good once over with Monsieur Clean just before I have a load of pumpkin guts strewn across the floor, because that? That makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE. Anyway, I'm listening to moo-zach as I do this, and Avril Lavigne comes on, and I consider shutting her off, because remember that spitting incident she had a couple weeks back with the paparazzi? I HATE SPITTERS. I hate the big loogies they leave on the sidewalk that I have to simultaneously sidestep and redirect Gordie so he misses them too, and I ESPECIALLY hate spitters who spit on other people. Tony Murrell did it to me in grade two, and I was DISGUSTED. (But what do you expect from a kid named TONY??) I would rather be punched in the nose or kicked in the crotch than spit on.

(How's THAT for a tangent?)

hable más despacio, por favor

The birthday boy gives a big thumbs up.
Kimu and the Cutest Baby Ever.
Adoring and Wonderful Husband, Chris and Samy.
Chris.
Lesley.
D-Man.

Samy and B-Rad.

a party in pictures

Get stuffed!













Cinnamon Toast Cupcakes. Fat content = 139%.













"Whose toque is this?"













Kym and the avocados, a brief love affair.


















Bridgee.


















Daddy and Boh.


















Chris and Justin eye the damage.













Bridge, Kym and Lesley.













Drink, drank, drunk.














"Man, does this party ROCK!"