DMorgan Hallow 2010

Of note I don't say twenty-ten, and for some odd reason it annoys me. In two-thousand and ten I give you this offering and you need sound, louder the better.

I did not want to do a typical video of the front show of my house, I thought I would write you a little story. Thanks to my dogs, somewhat..... they were rewarded for being extras. Don't miss other action posts below.



- DM

Children of the Corn!

After almost six months of nurturing, growing and otherwise telling my crops they were the best crops ever, I harvested. Mostly because of a freeze but also in part because I'm really tired of it. Not so much just the watering and weeding, but every day for the last six months on the other side of the fence is a zombie neighbor than paces back and forth, and forth and back...... all day. It fucked up my watering enjoyment.

I admit I planted too late, and the freeze came too soon but here are my takings, not fully grown up but I don't mind them. Ham dog..... shoo!

Yes I know them. From Left to Right........

Apple, Margaret, Pigpen, Linus, Eloise, (no idea found that one during harvest),Winifred, Sloopy, Little Ricky, Ricky, "Can't Make Me", Jorge, Alfred, Amii and Sam.

Out front are Rabbit and two others. Rabbit weighs more than I do.

Then my corn! Mr. Morgan insisted I'd grow fucked up crazy mutant corn, missing pieces and otherwise something never to be ingested. Nay. Perfect corn, just stunted again by late plant and cool temperature. Mutant this!


I'll post my video tomorrow for anyone who hasn't seen.

- DM

AvaChick

Ok listen, I make my dogs dress up too... which I'll post soon, but I've never once added any chickens.



- DM

Medication Nation

There is a particular time when all that you are is stripped into a gown, open in the back they tell you, and sit waiting for your annual check to make sure nothing has crawled in or is crawling out sort of adventure of your lady bits. I had the double pleasure this week of not only a hello to my ovaries but a shot in my ass which yes, today hurts in the way it generally nags when a needle is forcibly thrusted into your backside. I don't mean to imply my nurse threw the thing like a dart, in hopes of hitting her target, I mean more so that I felt my flesh having a conversation on which way to switch up for the least nerve upset.

Now comes the fun. My doc enters, cheery and in a pink shirt and tie. I appreciated that shirt without knowing why. I did however know that I like the man a good deal and have entrusted my uterus and other belongings to him for over ten years. Until he fucks up, he has my vote. He asked how I was and I said with no thought to anything "Well I suspect you'll tell me in a few minutes"

He replied with ... "ok right then". But he's not a shabby doctor so wanted to ask if I were really feeling well more or less or had concerns. He is always thorough about his patients, and not in a rushed, pissy way. I could have detained him if I wanted with a rag list of questions and he would not have left me in quandary. Pink shirt was sitting and perched all for ME at that time. And consider, this is a very well known obgyn, he is not bored and serving only my vagine, he is actually the exact thing you want from someone inspecting your bits.

"Lay back and scoot down please"

Scooted.

"Bit more."

Scoot scoot.

"Another inch please."

What the fuck you can't see it from there? Do you have little tyrannosaur arms that make you unable to reach more than 4 inches? No let's us just let me dangle my arse and genitals for a nice fine view of something I am never happy for anyone to see, especially before the sun has risen proper.

Not that mine is different from others, I just find it an odd profession to aspire towards. I shimmied lower. Ugh.

He nonchalantly did his work with bright blue gloves, and forgot who I was for a minute and said "Oh good no tumors or lumps" I reminded him that I am a hypochondriac and introducing words into my head might not be a great idea, he laughed softly. I hadn't even considered that I was full of lumps and cancer, jesus!

Checked my boobs, also lump free, so I can for a year say my girly goods are in check. As he said I could dress, he asked if I was ok in my head. He didn't use those words albeit, and I paused for a moment in wonder if I had acted out and didn't know. I am generally in the know when I behave poorly. Turns out, his nurse who I also adore and trust, snitched about my having a somewhat tear session over family problems. I didn't break down, but it's hard to be asked, and then try to lie.

I was offered brain pills. And ya know, fuck you not, each and every time I see a doctor I am offered brain meds. I simply must be doing something wonky, or they are on a monthly brain pill quota. I generally take the script, sometimes fill, sometimes don't. When I do fill I'm like a fucking hobbit, a pill hoarder if you will. I won't take the shit. I just like knowing it's there, hidden. No one except me knows the stash location. That is rather odd, to collect and never take. Maybe I'm a rainy day person, does that make me crazy? /she sings with below song

Below, for my being weird, then the hallow submission.








- DM

Potty Count!

Getting closer my little ghouls. The pumpkins are refusing to ripen proper and frankly I have come to think it's a mutiny. I am unable to say why but very able to say Margaret is the one who spearheaded the bullshit tardy reluctance to bloom. I had not planned to carve any of them, as I've nurtured for many months, but that bitch is going first just for being obstinate and inciting a riot.

In other news, Simon still thinks it's funny to poop on my carpeting. Ever notice people calling carpet "carpets?" as if it's plural when talking about one room? I have come to notice these little dialect differences as I adventure through spanish. I also cringe when someone says two pairs. Isn't two pair? Pair already implies plural. Digressing. So Simon is going to see his best friend tomorrow Dr. Pulver, as in Pulverizer to those who shit inside! but he doesn't know it. Frankly, I'm going to let him think his happy ass is going to the park to roll and sausage himself in the grass. No. He's getting a finger up his ass to express glands and I am all but calling a staff meeting for all to watch him and add the humiliation factor to it. "Get the interns, let's all learn from Simon!" Teach him right to be getting old and sloppy on me.

Soooo. well why not on today's submission. I don't think it's out of line for puppets to start getting honest.



- DM

Halloween Pups

I'll buy the soundtrack!



-DM

What about Steve??

20 days to go! I've finished my video, will post as the time gets closer. It's good. For today I offer you this, not exactly halloween... but it kind of is because it's creepy and casualties result.



- DM

Thunderscares

Holy rain much? Both of my dogs have been complete pussies, refusing to get wet - lest they melt - and one was even in the bath tub wearing a shower cap as a precaution. Wet AND cold? Hell no they said in unison. Here is today's submission.

The ending here is the most awesome.



-DM

It begins.....

Well let's get this party started! The 31 days of hallow. My pumpkins are finally turning into a lovely ripe orange. What are you all doing to gear up?



- DM