For Halloween fun…

The Mabey Pumpkin Patch!

10090 So 1000 W., South Jordan. Phone: 801-254-1261. Open: Monday To Saturday, 9:00am to 8:30pm

First, we, meaning my sweet husband Eric and I, went to Gardner Village. We were sure there would be pumpkins there! BUT, even though there were holiday festivities, decorations and hayrides galore, there were no pumpkins for sale! ZERO. I was BUMMED!

EERRRRIIIICCCCC!!!! Where are the PUMPY-KINS!!!????? (stomp stomp stomp)

Worried I would turn into a six-year-old (even more) and throw a (worse) temper tantrum, Eric quickly found a pumpkin patch using the GPS on his phone. GOD BLESS YOU STEVE JOBS. But first I made Eric pose with all of the Witches at Gardner Village.

He loves me. Then we got a free sample of fudge in their adorable old-time candy store. They have this pumpkin cheesecake fudge that will BLOW YOUR HALLOWEEN MIND.

Eric knew he only had a half an hour or so before my happiness from the fudge wore off, so he quickly put me in the car and took me to the Mabey Pumpkin Patch.

IT WAS WONDERFUL!!! Yes, it was freezing and I was not dressed appropriately. I mean, I was wearing leather ballet flats, HELLO, pumpkins grow in the dirt! But! It was so fun nonetheless. A very nice family greeted us and told us we could take a “Pumpkin Barrow” out in the fields. This obviously thrilled me.

I think they were a tad overwhelmed by my enthusiasm, seeing as how I was giddier than a kindergartner jacked up on Fun Dip. But they were polite all the same. I ran though the field screaming,

“No I want the green pumpkins! The green ones!!”

And Eric slowly wheeled the Pumpkin Barrow behind me while I took as much time choosing pumpkins as I did our living room couch.

In the end we got nine wonderful pumpkins. And they were only $16!! Talk about a steal. I got two green ones, one white one, two tiny stripped ones, one tiny white one, one HUGE orange one (that’s Eric’s) a little orange one, and a squatty Cinderella pumpkin that’s almost red. I LOVE IT. Here’s how I felt in the field.

Anyway. I really think a pumpkin patch is the way to go for all your pumpkin needs. Don’t cop out and just get the Albertson’s pumpkin. Plus, the lady assured me the pumpkins would last until Thanksgiving. I mean that’s value!

So, I hope you can make it out for some Halloween fun soon. If I make a lovely table scape with my pumpkins I’ll post it…and then I’ll head over the Arctic Circle for my senior citizen discount right after I watch my favorite episode of Matlock.

Til then…Would you look at those mountains!

PUMPKIN YOUR FACE OFF!

xoxo

Alison

It’s like this, my sister got married on Saturday and that is a REALLY BIG DEAL!!! And it’s Monday so you would think, naturally I would update you on that. But…I have a hard time focusing on something that happened all the way 2 days ago and…

I want to talk about how last night I found out that our next door neighbor moved out because she thinks us, and the other neighbors are spying on her! And that makes me sad, because I would hate to think people were spying on me, even if I did have paranoia issues…

I also want to talk about my new baking book, BAKED, I got in the mail!!! It was waiting at my desk for me today. (I had it sent to work, it’s a nice pick-me-up in the work week to get a package) And tell you all about how I’m not much of a baker but this book will shortly change all that…

And I want to talk about how I want to go to a pumpkin patch and how I love when people decorate for Halloween, and how I want a green pumpkin, and how Cafe Rio has a lot of spiderwebs as decoration…

AND! I also want to talk about Prop 8, and the presidential race, and the economy…JK I really don’t want to talk about those things! YUCKY. But they actually are upsetting me, and it’s hard to be oblivious and blissful when “real” issues keep getting pushed in your face. Geesh! GO AWAY.

So! I will just say this:

Andrea Faulkner and Brian Todd Williams are married! The wedding was PERFECT and beautiful, and I will post pictures of me (Maid of Honor)…and I guess the bride…as soon as I have some. They are on their honeymoon in Cancun.

When I have successfully baked something from my new book, maybe I’ll share pictures and a recipe and photograph my goodies with my new green pumpkin.

AND as for all that serious stuff, like I said, this is not the blog for such things. Go read the DRUDGE REPORT or something along those lines that my husband likes to read.

BUT IN THAT SAME VEIN, but with an appropriate amount of absurdity, do you find the following criteria acceptable for PARTIALLY basing your presidential vote on:

Which candidate, and their wife, would you rather have over to dinner?

You know…to discuss issues, laugh about the latest episode of The Office, and swap dessert tips with the wife while the President and your husband play Halo.

YES OR NO. Yes, you think this is a reasonable reason for voting for someone, or No, your think that it is absolutely irrelevant.

I’m DEAD SERIOUS.

p.s.

sorry for all the polls…but I guess tis the season!!!

xoxoxoxoxoxo

OK. So here’s the problem.

1. My sister/John was right. I was probably going to do what I deep down wanted to do no matter what the polls said. This is not your fault! It’s just who I am!

2. I was SO BORED. Something HAD TO BE DONE.

3. But, with the poll and months of thinking about it, and talking to all my friends at work about it, and the workers at Maverik, and people in the grocery store line and…you get the point, I did what I always do…

BUILT UP TOO MUCH HYPE! Like Christmas, like sex, like all good things, the build up is always the best.

So, by the time I actually got my hair done, I felt vulnerable and exposed and a little let down. Because I like to act like I’m so tough and I can share my life all the time with everyone, but at the same time, then I am totally holding myself accountable to my BILLIONS ok fine, hundreds of readers, and then I feel all crazy town in my head.

So, I followed my heart…and it took me dark.

I didn’t cry, cause I mean I still am PRETTY tough. But I was a little blah about it at first.

But! This morning I woke up and loved it, and feel great. And all my animal friends at home told me it looked good. And my sweet husband Eric loves it…so! I’m a happy camper.

PLUS…at the end of the day…IT’S JUST HAIR.

Now we can focus on things that matter more…

Like the fact my sister is getting married on SATURDAY! And I get to go home to beautiful San Diego tonight and miss TWO GLORIOUS DAYS OF WORK!

I love you all. Thanks for your love, support, votes, and indulging me.

xoxo

Alison the Brunette’s might have more fun

Call me Natalie Imbruglia and slap me silly, I’M TORN!

Thank you all so much for your votes, and even though it’s obviously leaning one way…I’m more confused now than ever!!

So! I don’t care who you are, if you haven’t voted yet, VOTE! (see post below)

D-DAY is tomorrow!

Do it for your country, the red white and the blue, do it for your country, your country wants you to.

As an aside, today is the last day you can register to vote by mail in Utah, for things that don’t matter quite as much as my hair. Here’s a link.

As ANOTHER aside. Here’s friend I made…myself. This weekend. Eric named him Maverik…because he always points steady and true. But I want to name him Mandy. And this is why.

VOTE VOTE VOTE!

As an aside, this post is entirely about me, and has nothing to do with candidates that have yucky cheeks or flashy suits. If you want to read about that type of thing you should read Bobby’s Blog. I simply can’t focus on other people that long.

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Just one of the many sacrifices you make to be a SUPERSTAR is to subject yourself to public scrutiny. I know! I know it’s brutal and unfair, I mean us stars are just people too! We sweat, and cry and bleed. But that doesn’t matter to the paparazzi, they pick and prod and make life just that much harder.

Anyway, since I’m well on my way to becoming a SUPERSTAR (and I hope you are fully aware that every time I write the word in all caps I am mentally throwing my arms in the air, lunging, and holding out the “a” with Molly Shannon like enthusiasm”) and my life is no longer my own…I thought I’d run this MONUMENTAL decision by you.

I’m getting my hair done next week, and I just cannot decide whether or not I should go dark! And I don’t mean like joining Darth Vader, I mean like brown vs. blond.

So that’s it! That’s the huge life altering decision I have to make! I mean this could affect what kind of parts I get cast in for the summer blockbusters, what type of clothing labels want me to model their brands! I mean this is huge!

Actually my sister is getting married, and I am the MOH! But she promises she doesn’t care what color my hair is in the pictures.

“But Alison, we don’t care what color your hair is either.” I know you don’t, but I do! Does that not mean anything to you people!

Look how bad my roots are!!

Sorry to scare you before Halloween!!

Anyway, I’m going to supply you with some pictures for comparison. I have been dark before. But here are a few things to consider…

This is how I look now, if I stay blond, I will essentially look about the same.

Though in time, I might stop making that face.

Other things to consider…

1. Once you go dark it’s not easy to go blond all over again
2. It fades, so it won’t stay quite as dark
3. My hair is shorter than it has ever been…I don’t know why this matters, just a thought.
4. The dark brown brings out my eyes…POP
5. I might look worse or better in some of these pictures because I might have been a) thinner, b) tanner
6. Eric likes change and doesn’t care what color I choose
7. I get restless if I don’t shake things up, changing my hair is about as WILD as I can get these days

That was my Graduation announcement, it said, “A degree to dye for.”

I KNOW RIGHT!

How ugly is that top middle picture? SO BAD. When I came home with my hair like that my brother Evan said, “Ali, your hair is the same color as your face.” I was mad at him then, but now I can see how right he was. I LOVE YOU EVAN.

Which is why I have narrowed this all down to two choices for you…

BROWN VS. BLOND.

If you only vote once this electoral year, VOTE ON THIS.

xoxo

Alison the Narcissist