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A new day. A new life continues.

Halloween has been a hoot, as they say back at the beginning place.  Not home surely.

Xena dressed in all brown and glued some big, white clothe letters on her back that said “BACK”.

She said it was the scariest thing she could think of while we stayed in Kansas.  Brownback.  A few of the students got it, so did a few of the teachers.  A few got mad when they figured it out, a few laughed, a few cheered her at lunch.  One couple, a terrorist and his toxic waste girlfriend said that they wished they would of thought of it.  He wanted to be a silverback to her Brownback.  I dressed almost the same as I do everyday, but changed just a little so that I would be OW’ler from the occupy people at wall street.  Not scary but important anyway.  I guess Xena is more aggressive.  I made a kindof owl costume but it didn’t convince very many people.  A few negative red necks at school scOWled.

There was a Twilight festival on the tv this weekend. I didn’t know anything about the movie or the books.  Xena was disgusted with me and went and got me the book.  It was a good read.  Now I told her to find me the second one since they keep advertising it on the tube and on the internet.  I thought about being a cold one but Xena said I didn’t have the eyes, among other things, which she didn’t elaborate.

I see her post about the farmers market.  Here’s a better look at it.  It’ll be a lot of pastels when I start on it.