recap, new cap

I don't really know where to start ever.
Lately most people I know, myself included, are in a rut. A big fat apathetic one.
I don't know if it's the weather changing or our age or Oklahoma or what or why.
The cold weather makes me want to bake lots of pumpkin pie.
I'm smoking fewer cigarettes, very few now. Out of the ordinary for wintertime but I'm happy about it.

The Blow and Jenny Lewis and Will Scheff were all wonderful in concert. They all were magical. Will Scheff only played about 4 songs and seemed frustrated when he left the stage. This was justified as most people were talking during his set.
During Jenny Lewis and her stupendous band's set, the trademark (i guess it's mandatory at every great musical concert) idiots who don't give a shit about the music itself, who rather care more about people knowing that they know the music... they were right behind us. Easily remedied though: we moved up, though they sang at the top of their voices to Jenny Lewis's solo "Rabbit Fur Coat". As loudly as they could. They ruined that one.

Oh well.

Halloween was just mediocre this year, I won't elaborate but it was. Mediocre is sometimes worse than awful.

I babysat on Saturday and took the kids to a soccer game. Olivia and Jackson are 5 and played. They go to one of those mega churches that has a parking lots big enough for 100 small houses but is instead full of expensive cars owned by white people. Only white people. One that probably has it's own spa and McDonald's. This one does have Starbucks actually.
So, not surprisingly, they also have an enormous soccer area with multiple playing fields and multiple teams.
They stopped the game (really kids playing with the ball and eachother) at halftime for prayer time and bible study.
For five year olds who don't understand and spent most of it picking at the grass or each other.
And the kind mother next to us scolded her son for not paying more attention to the game which was being played without goalies or rules.
Poor kid. He'll probably end up just like his tight-ass parents.

Anyhow,