Ghosts of a Different Color

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It’s Halloween! Time to give out some candy. I can hardly wait to see the little ones this year. It’s shaping up to be a pleasant night-not too cold, no rain, just right for some late autumn mischief. Speaking of mischief, ghosts, cooking, and the like, a few things lately have been stirring up some ghosts for me.

For starters, it’s almost November which, along with NaNoWriMo, means it’s also NaBloPoMo month. I decided not to do this “blog a day” challenge this year because…well…frankly, I think I yap enough as it is. I mean, I’m loose in cyberspace yapping and snapping away on a good day so why encourage me? You can’t really expect me to “step up” to this challenge and force myself to blog every single day now, can you?

Imagine the strange drivel that would come out of this mess. It’s bad enough around here without making it worse. You want me to do what? Every freaking day? Blog? Oh the humanity!


This otherwise “normal” blog post has been interrupted by a fit of insanity known as NaBloPoMo. Yes, you read it here first. I’m going to try to blog every day in November. Please heed this dangerous warning-you don’t know what you might read here come the end of the month. You have been warned. Stay inside, lock your computer, and start scratching your heads now, before it’s too late.

And now back to our regularly scheduled insanity…I mean, um, blog post…

If I get bored, you’re going to get receipes, oddball account of my childhood, things my therapist (If I had one) would tell me not to talk about, and the like. I don’t know how to cook, you don’t want to hear about what happened thirty something years ago and like some secrets are best left hidden so you’re just going to have to keep me entertained or be faced with 30 days of “how to cook an egg” Carol style.

Step 1: Find a pot, preferrable a clean one.
Step 2: Shove some bubbly water into it. Not Champagne, water that actually bubbles.
Step 3: Throw an egg into the pot and the bubble water.
Step 4: Um…this step “left as an exercise for the reader”
Step 5: My “secret” ingredient-grab as many take out menus as your hands can hold and run screaming from the kitchen. Immediately dial 9-1-1 followed by the telephone number of the nearest restaurant that serves anything resembling “boiled eggs.” (Note: this might take the form of a pizza.)

Hey, you must admit, it’s way more entertaining than, “it was a dark and stormy night…”

Until next time…


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