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#iPPP: Halloween cuteness…

I didn’t dress up for Halloween this year. In fact, I did my typical hide-in-the-house-hoping-the-kids-don’t-come-knocking act. After all, I am apparently the epitome of friendliness with my neighbors. (Yes, that sentance may have been dripping with sarcasm.)

But I did venture out to my brother’s house to see my 21-month-old soccer player nephew. And boy was he WOUND UP. And apparently he hadn’t had any candy yet. Yikes.

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My lil buddy and brother (the referee… although the stripes fell off his shirt… so I’m not sure how good of a referee that makes him.)

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And of course lil buddy had to show me his soccer moves. Should I be worried that he only kicks with his left foot?

How was your Halloween?

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This is linked up with iPhone Photo Phun at Belle Bean Chicago Dog & Taming Insanity – and with Boo! in the Blogosphere with Four Plus an Angel & Sellabitmum.

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Halloween and respect…

Halloween gets me thinking each year. Each year I sit and wonder why it is that this holiday is so popular.

It’s filled with scary things… and purposely scaring people.

It’s filled with spiders (which I hate!) and vampires and blood.

And it’s filled with people pretending and encouraging others to be who they aren’t.

For kids, I believe this is great. They get to expand their imaginations and create new dreams of something they could be one day.

But for adults, it seems this holiday and it’s parties seem to be surrounded by sex. Especially for women.

After all, a couple of the top adult women’s costumes* look like this…

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Why is it that women allow themselves to be a “Red Hot Pirate Wench” or “Snooki”. Why is it that we need to become an object of sexuality to be part of the “top costumes” or to win a contest.

Yes, sex sells. I realize that.

But when did it become such a popular thing to objectify ourselves? To go to these parties, in clothes for the other 364 days a year you wouldn’t be caught dead in, and then post the pictures on facebook, twitter and other social sites to laugh & remember the good times with your friends.

Do you think about the women that have gone before you – working hard for equal rights, working hard to build respect… and make each of us more than just that sex symbol that objectifies all of us.

Yes, I know that “it’s all in fun” for one day a year. But really… do you think that men who see you in your everyday life forget the image of you immediately when you leave that party?

I think not.

This really comes down to a respect issue. Maybe we need to do a better job of respecting ourselves… and teaching the women that come after us to do the same.

After all, while we may not be dressing up like this… those that do are still daughters, nieces, friends, neighbors… women.

It's one of those weeks…

You know the kind. Where you are too busy to notice which way is up?

Yeah, it’s one of *those* weeks for me. And it’s not going to let up for at least another couple of weeks.

And it’s partly my fault.

But I *need* to do certain things to fulfill obligations.

But I *need* to do other things because I’ve signed up and paid for it.

But I *need* to do yet something else because it would be fun to do… and I might get to meet up with a couple of blog/twitter friends.

 

But is it all worth it?

The sleep lost.

The stress level raised.

The time away from home.

The time away from spending time doing things that need to be done.

 

So I might have to say no.

I might not be able to live it up on my (one) Saturday off this month.

 

I’ll take my time off and spend it doing things that need to be done.

Room by room.

Project by project.

Until everything is back in it’s place.

And I feel more in control.

 

Hopefully… this will only take me one day.

And hopefully… it won’t be one of “those” weeks again next week.

The 9 reasons I'm glad to have a new office…

I’ve only talked about my day job on here once that I recall. And then… it wasn’t even really about the job itself (even though it was the “things I like about my job”. Haha!) As I said back then, if I tried to tell you what I did… I would bore you to sleep (for the most part). No kidding.

But a new person is starting here at the “Office of Julie” this week and (as soon as she’s trained) I’ll be leaving the room I’ve called home since starting here and moving upstairs in the building. I’ll be honest, I’m not very happy about the move itself. There are many reasons why… but I’m not highlighting those today.

Since I’ve been here for 9 years now… I’m giving you the 9 reasons I’m glad to move upstairs.

New office window will be the one by the tree

 

9. Don’t have to hear others annoying habits. (And they won’t have to hear mine.)

8. Miss out on the off-key song extravaganzas. (Although at times they are fairly entertaining.)

7. Instead of looking at the park across the street, I’ll be able to look over the park. I’ll even be above the traffic light.

6. Hear the rain on the rooftop again.

5. There’s a balcony. On sunny days, I can hang out and write on my lunch hour. (Or just play on twitter.)

4. Will not be one of the primary phone answerers any longer (hopefully.)

3. My very own bathroom.

2. Climbing/descending the stairs at least twice a day. Yay for a little bit of extra exercise!

1. New computer. With Windows 7. :)

So there you have it. The top 10 reasons I’m glad I’m moving to a new office in the building. Maybe after I move I’ll share how the transition went… and whether I’m loving it by then.

Have you ever changed offices? Was it traumatic? Did the change go well? Did you hate it?

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