What's That Noise?

I can't sleep.

I keep hearing "things".

Or it could just be the TV. Yeah, that's probably it. I can't seem to fall asleep without it most nights. A habit I'll soon have to break myself of permanently. Gareth hates trying to sleep while it's on and with Gidget in with us for a while after she gets here, I won't be able to keep it on then either.

I fell asleep around 10pm, which is pretty early for me considering I've been averaging anywhere between 12am to 1am. Then around 11pm I'm awoken by some screaming and yelling. Oh, it's nothing after all, just some lame horror movie when the girl who you thought was bright enough to NOT go down into the cellar, for one reason or another finds some herself needing something out of the cellar, and she's obviously not returning from her trip down there.

I manage to doze off again only this time to be woken up by utter stillness in the house with just that eerie blue/gray light reflected off the TV onto the walls, but no sound. Then I look at the TV and it's a really bad photograph of former Senate Leader Tom DeLay staring back at me. That was pretty frightening. I don't much care for him, but just to have this image stare at me was giving me the willies. I was trying to figure out if he'd died or something because normally utter silence like that with a still photograph has dates under the name, presumably birth and death dates, but no such luck with Mr. DeLay. I got up to go to the loo and that damn picture almost seemed like it was watching me as I walked by. Kinda like those statue busts at Disneyland when you're getting off of the ride, The Haunted Mansion (my favourite by the way!) and the eyes follow you out.

Yeah, good ole Tom DeLay was creepin' me right out!

While I'm in the bathroom I hear music come on the TV -the kind of of music that can only signal the fact that there are technical problems somewhere and they'll return to normally scheduled programming soon. Sure enough, I walk back into the bedroom and there is scrolling text going across the screen about some sort of problem. Probably a gremlin in the wires somewhere....it is afterall , Halloween.

So I crawl back into bed and switch on the Jay Leno show. Some woman I've never seen before is about to wrap up her chat with Jay and I'm about to switch the channel when he announces his next guest is none other than Ozzy Ozbourne. I like Ozzy and decided to leave the channel there for a bit.

I have to say, Ozzy is looking good, really good as a matter of fact. I'm more familiar with his wife, Sharon as she used to manage a few bands that would wander through various radio stations I've worked at before and we struck up a friendship through a cancer awareness program when I was back in So Cal getting ready for my wedding....but having seen Ozzy a few times in person, I was struck with how great he looks now. And he's started to develop this fantastic sense of humour. He did do one thing that annoyed me though. And leave it to a female to notice this. He kept flicking his hair. I found myself wanting to slap his hands away from his head everytime I'd see him reaching for his hair.

Other than that, Jay only had to offer the audience and folks at home minimal translation. Ozzy's speech isn't nearly as faltering as it used to be. And he's got a new CD coming out. It's called Under Cover and it's got a DVD with it. I think I'm going to pick it up because he covers a few Beatles songs. I don't care too much for the Beatles but I'd like to hear his covers of their work. I just noticed, looking at the track listing, he also covers the Rolling Stones', "Sympathy for the Devil". Yep, add this one to my gotta have list.

I just had a thought....Occasionally one is brave enough to pass through my brain. I have really wimped out this Halloween. Not only did I not have my own little scare-a-thon, I didn't even read any Edgar Allen Poe like I usually do, I didn't watch any of the usual shows on the cable channels about spooks, spectres and the like.....all I did was put in a CD of scary music for the kiddies when they started getting here and then I hung out the rest of the night.

I did enjoy all the trick-or-treaters. Some of the costumes were really cute and very original. I was graced by a 3 year old gollum, a 7 month old lion, a few Jedi Knights, a princess or two, the most adorable dalmation I have yet to see on two legs, and various and assorted other kiddos. Had a couple of older kids too in less original and more predictable costumes. But thankfully I got a "Thank You" from each and every one, even the older kids. And I was just chuffed with myself for having gotten what is apparently the "good stuff"....meaning chocolate! I heard quite a few; "woah check it out, she gave us the good stuff!". And I'm still really surprised at how many kids showed up. It's grown so quiet around here with all the summer folks having left for the season, that I assumed we wouldn't have much of a turnout around here.

Now I'm left with way too much candy. I either over-buy or under-buy. I can never get it right. I've got Butterfingers, Crunch Bars, and Baby Ruths. Lots of them. What does one do when one has so much of this stuff left over, and one doesn't eat them herself?

Ahhhh well, it was a good night. And remarkably enough, I've just realized this is my very first (and last) Halloween which I've spent on my own......meaning I've either been at a party, or with Gareth back in the UK, or just been around others. It's not a bad thing, just rather boring. Next year though, Gareth and I will be helping (ok, so we'll be doing ALL the work I imagine as Gidget will only be 10 months old) Gidget carve her first pumpkin. Just makes me all warm and fuzzy on the inside thinking of all the wonderful things we have to look forward too. And I can't wait to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas with her.

So, back to bed I go. Only probably to be awoken by nightmares of Homey-the-Psycho-Killer-Clown-Phlebotomist, or God-forid another image of Tom DeLay.