Sandra Bullock was recently asked a question that put her in total shock and confusion. Much like whatshername who botched a speech while announcing her candidacy against Hillary Clinton for US Senator in New York, Bullock stared off for what seemed like an eternity before finally answering.

The question: “Who are you?”

In other news…

With every passing day, the Family Moo is considering another big move. It’s not the best move, but it’s better than being stagnant and doing nothing at all.

It sucks because we want to do what’s best for the entire family. The move would put food in our mouths and get us off Long Island, but it would hamper Heather’s collegiate goals. Staying in New York would keep that alive but hamper the family’s ability to live in an affordable environment. The move would also put us apart from our families, but bring us closer to some friends.

It’s horrible to think about this, and every time we start discussing this it ends up the same way: there’s usually a fight put up by one of us, and we both gain no emotional ground.

There are other aspects to consider, none of which I have intentions of going over at this point. It’s just tough, let’s say. I’m willing to sacrifice just about everything to make sure my kid’s taken care of and to ensure the “happy family dynamic.” Sometimes there just isn’t enough to sacrifice, or the dynamic is just not possible to reach.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re happy together. But I want to make sure that our happiness isn’t a kind of blind faith, where we are happy but are really in destitute or something. There needs to be something more, like a comfort zone. I don’t want to be working week to week just to pay bills.

I did that already, and I was able to survive no problems. Pay the insurance, bills, and still have enough to throw around if I wanted. But that was pre-family. I’m not paying for me, I’m paying for “us,” and every penny has to work it’s way around all our tummies.

Maybe I’m just clueless.

Halloween

As far as I’m concerned, this is the only holiday of the year worth recognizing. With the Lil’ Baby Moo, I guess we’ll have to acknowledge Christmas or something. I’m not religious anymore, but I want to make sure Christmas doesn’t become a gift holiday. His birthday is worth spoiling, but Christmas should be a spiritual holiday.

We had a couple of Jehovah’s Witnesses come to the house Sunday. As they were coming up the driveway, one of them looked in my eyes. I was tempted to give her the finger but I chose not to. Instead, I simply closed the blinds and giggled while she knocked on the door for five minutes.

They always make me laugh. A few years ago I did a Halloween thing at my friend Bob’s house, and the neighbors were Jehovah’s Witnesses. Their house would never be decorated, and when the kids came trickin’ and treatin’, they would turn all their lights out. One of the kids would start walking up their driveway, and I would tell them (using a microphone and loud sound system, of course) that they were too scared to celebrate Halloween.

About two or three years ago I was at a friend’s house for dinner, and while I was waiting for them to come to the door, a Jehovah’s Witness came up the steps and started talking to me. I was simple and polite; I let them know I was not interested. However, they insisted on trying to talk with me, to spread the word of God. Despite the repeated “No thank you” replies, they kept at me.

My friend finally came to the door and I quickly used my rapier wit to finally solve the problem. “I’m here to see my boyfriend” finally shoo’ed the women off with a scoff and a shuffle as they went to the next door.

“Jehovah’s Witness?” my friend asked. I nodded and went in.

Anyway…. situations beyond our control have us patrolling the local Long Island Halloween routes instead of heading up to Heather’s mom’s and going through the ritual there. I’m happy for this because this would make it “our” Halloween, but not so happy because I like Heather’s family (for the most part anyway; there’s a drunken deadbeat I shouldn’t talk about that I can’t stand, but his day is coming) and they simply love the Lil’ Baby Moo.

I was considering dressing up in my ghoul of Doom get-up but if we’re going to be doing lots of driving and such here, I’m thinking I’ll do minor make-up and dress up in all black. It’s so not what I want to do. The circumstances don’t let us do otherwise though, and that’s fine. I’ll probably get the camera going and we’ll have loads of pictures posted (read: one or two) in the next day or two.

But the best part? All the candy Lil’ Baby Moo will be getting for Mommy and Daddy!