Excited for tomorrow — yet another posting every day experiment.
Excited because I woke up not feeling like green death today.
Excited for mole tonight and
excited to see all the little trick or treaters
excited.

Have seven full days of work to catch up on.
Despite that itchy fact, I will be updating three awesome blogs for Nablopomo.

You can find me hawking tips for avoiding holiday disasters at the not yet live (oops) wine blog,
you can find me giving a web noodle a day at the (sad and neglected) Maplevine blog and
you can find me here at helenjane.com.
(Here, I’ll be talking about how I keep my house working.)

I’m excited to jump back into blogging after an awful month of injury, illness and administration.
I missed you cats.

Oh and I dragged myself from bed to attend an hour of halloween festivities last Saturday. That hour made me one sad mamma jamma who couldn’t attend her team’s bocce playoffs on Sunday. I don’t wish that illness on anyone.

That picture up there is of James and me as Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Last week, James told me that I shouldn’t run around with wet hair.
“You’ll get the flu,” stated calmly.

“Ha!” I said, shaking droplets off my mane, “That’s an old wives’ tale. You get flu from picking up germs, not from having a wet head.”

But two days of high temps, sweats and chills, swollen glands, achy aches and groaning, well, he may have been right.

TO BODY:
“Hello body, if I have done something to offend you this month, please know I am sorry for it. The breaks and falls and flus, well, I’m wondering what they all mean.

If you just said, “Hey Helen Jane! Quit eating so much cheese!” I’d totally comply. You don’t need to go getting all broken and sweaty over it.

Sorry if I owe you something.
I’m getting to it as soon as I can.
Ugh.

I went to Cancun last week. Did I mention that? We got to go with our dear pals G and Lurla and boy, it was awesome.

Super-relaxing.
Super-Planter’s Punchy.
Super-awesome.

They were also the perfect traveling companions.
Smart, funny, they were hungry with us and they were tired with us.

I also spoke about email marketing at a wine club manager’s meeting last week.
No tears or mispronounced acronyms, that’s a relief.

We didn’t do too well at bocce last week with playing.
(Ugh, we lost all three games.)
We did one thing well, Tony and Natalie were crowned King and Princess Chili at the cross-team chili cook off.

And damn, it was all delicious.

This past weekend, we attended the St. Helena Harvest Festival. They have a pet parade and authentic Sopas and more community spirit than your town had last weekend, I’ll tell you what.

I’m gearing up to write on two sites for next month’s Nablopomo.
I think it’s making me shy.
Performance anxiety?

Still struggling for a Halloween costume.
You’re awesome.

When at a party and wearing high heels
When at a party and wearing high heels that are too uncomfortable
When at a party, do not borrow someone’s flip flops

Someone’s flip flops are a little different than yours.
You aren’t used to those flip flops.
You will trip.
And you will break the toes on your feet.

There on the left foot, there is a broken toe.
(or maybe two)
There on the right foot, there is a broken toe.

Ow. Ow.

Driving doesn’t work, stairs don’t work, walking the dog doesn’t work.
Because these tiny bones are broken.
Broken on some flip flops.
Broken for a while.