It will be October on Saturday and as you all know the Halloween stuff has been up since May. I hadn't really thought much about it until I saw two moms thrashing it out for a 0-3 month size Spider Man costume at the grocery store. That's when I decided "Gee, I'd better jump on this Spider Man bandwagon!" Hah! Tricked you! You thought I was going to dress up in a 0-3 month size costume for Halloween! FOOL! Really, I just decided that I want to dress up this year despite Camilla's protests that "Silly Aunt Tirienne, grown-ups don't dress up! Only kids." She's just afraid I'll out-do her. Whatever. I'm about to turn 20, my ego's not fragile or anything but IT'S ON LITTLE GIRL!!!!

Ideas. Let me know what you think.

"Nothing"

This is where I would dress regally in my own clothes and be the life of the party that I usually am.

Pros

1. Would look sweet
2. No one would be able to guess my costume
3. Would be seen as "hip", "forward thinking", "hot" as per usual.

Cons

1. Camilla would beat me.

Final Decision- No freakin' way.

"Pregnant Lady"
Arwen's kids have these things called bilibos and if you happen to stick one under your shirt you look about 9+ months pregnant.

Pros

1. Verrrry realistic
2. People who know me would think it was funny(-ish)
3. If the party was a drag I could pretend I was going into labor

Cons

1. People who didn't know me would be like "Woah, that is a really pregnant girl."
2. Inevitably, someone who I vaguely know would see me, tell someone I know well (who would probably be from church) and the next time I saw that person they would be all like "Sooo, I didn't know you were pregnant! Did you have your baby yet?" and I'd be all like "What baby?" a la Polly St. Clair in Two Weeks Notice, and then they'd be "Uh so why are you hiding your baby?" and I'd be all like "No, really, WHAT BABY!?!?" Explaining would lead to further confusion. CPS would most likely become involved and then the FBI and before you knew it there would be an Amber Alert for a nonexistent baby.
3. People would want to touch my belly. Or bilibo.

Final Decision- Maybe.

"Spider Man, in the 0-3 Month Size"

Pros

1. All except my right calf I could dress in my regular clothes.

Cons

1. Would spend the evening with a sweaty calf.
2. People would comment "Uh. I think a tiny Spider Man is eating your leg."
3. Would have to scuffle with grocery store moms to procure said costume

Final Decision- Heck yes.

As always, thanks for reading. My next post will be: "Reflection- was that Scuffle Really Worth the Jail Time?"

Our First Anniversary

Moshers, Moshers, Moshers (Moshers) Those four. Dorky, Quirky, Beautiful, Adorable. Or, as you better know them: Bryan, Arwen, Camilla, Blaise. It's been exactly a year since I came to live with these wonderful, fabulous people and, oh what a rollicking ride it's been. These are just a few stories and observations that I'd like to share with you because it's always fun to get an insider outsider's opinion, right? Right??

When I first arrived here all I was apt to get from Blaise was a casual “What's up?” as we passed in the hall. Now he shrieks out my name when he sees me. I mean, it took him a year but he finally figured out that I'm awesome. Or, he figured out how to say my name. One of the two. (By the way if you were wondering it's pronounced Teary-n, like a sad, sad N that has no home, no family and no shoes.) Needless to say, I find that my littlest nephew is pretty sweet, a good hang, likes to make me laugh, and wears his sister's shoes when he finds them, you know, just in general an awesome guy.
Putting in his daily call to China.


What Camilla has learned in the past year is, “Sarcasm 101”. Her dear, wonderful father has finally broken through to her. The first few months when she asked “Daddy, can I have some juice?” and he responded “No, no you can't.” she would usually cry. She's wised up though. Now she says “Daddy, you're just teasin'. Now get me my juice, fool.” She's figured it out, and dang, she ain't got no time to mess around.

Her job is checking the mail. She's very serious about it.

On moving in, I knew that my brother-in-law liked poop/fart jokes. I just didn't realize how much he liked them. His favorite time to make jokes like this is when he's changing Blaise's diapers. So far these are the names he's come up with for Blaise: “Poopy McPooperson of Poopy, Poopy Lane”, “The Poopenater” and my personal favorite “Knight of the Brown Table, Sir Blaisey McPoops-a-lot”. If you're not a person who appreciates poop humor, then I just feel sad for you. Because you'll only think about half of Bryan's jokes are funny. And he's a funny, funny guy. Actually, after a year of observation I'm pretty sure that's the main reason Arwen married him. (Bryan! Hey! Just kidding, she married you because you're handsome, intelligent and caring, and don't you forget it! Please don't kick me out of your house.)


This is actually how I picture Bryan in my mind. Yep.

Lastly but not least-ly we come to my dear, sweet, sister Arwen. Living with her for a year has let me get to know the sister I thought I never would. Our age gap is such that my first real memories of her are ones of her coming home from college for the summer. It's kind of sad to me that I didn't get to know Arwen better sooner because she's one of the most generous and caring people I know. Also one of the most hilarious. I think out of all four sisters Arwen and I have the most similar sense of humor. So thanks for all the fun times, big sister.

This past year has been one of the best and most fun in my memory. You guys have helped me grow as a person and as a sister so Moshers, thank you for letting me live with you. It's a privilege.