Seven

I’ve been tagged by Kim Kasch to write Seven Unknown Facts about me. I have done a similar tag titled 12 Weird Random Things About Me….but I’m strange and mysterious (okay, I’m stretching the truth a bit)…so I’ll add seven more…
I tag whoever would like to disclose their seven facts about themselves…you know you want to join in on the fun!

Seven Unknown Facts about Kelly Polark
1. I have had three c-sections.
2. I’ve stood on a glacier in Alaska (see picture).
3. I’m an alumna of Kappa Delta sorority.
4. I was an All Conference and All County pitcher on my high school softball team.
5. I have no sense of direction (my husband bought me a GPS for Christmas so I wouldn’t get lost).
6. I am a homebody, just like my astrological sign, Cancer, suggests.
7. My favorite holiday is Halloween!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

BOO! Blogapalooza!

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Now to my true, scary story titled

MCGREGOR

My best friend, Becky, and I moved in a little closer to hear Grace tell the story around the campfire. Grace’s gray, bobbed hair glowed from the reflection of the fire. She continued, “And every once in a while, Bill and I can hear the faint sound of a siren in the night.”
Even though the night was humid, and the fire was hot, I shivered. Becky gave me a sideways glance and said, “You’re just joking, aren’t you, Grace? We may be only ten, but we’re not that gullible!”
I laughed nervously, hoping Becky was right.
Grace smiled, “Becky, I have never seen McGregor. I’ve only heard the stories from Old Joe, who owned this place before us. If McGregor is still living somewhere in the woods, he’d never hurt you. He’s probably just a sad, old soul who lost his family and became a little unbalanced. The siren we hear almost sounds like a wailing cry.”
Grace and Bill were old friends of Becky’s parents. They were an older couple who had retired to this isolated cabin in the deep northwoods of Wisconsin. Surely she wouldn’t lie to us.
“Let’s hope that McGregor is vacationing in Florida right now,” Becky’s dad joked. I jumped as he spoke. I was thinking intently about the legend of McGregor, the crazy old man who lived among the tall pines.
“Let’s get to our cabin, girls,” Becky’s mom said. “It’s getting late.”
“Goodnight,” I called to our hosts. “Thanks for dinner tonight!”
“Goodnight, girls! Sleep well!” Grace called to us.
“Yeah, right,” I thought to myself.
“Mom, are you scared?” Becky asked her mom.
“No, honey. Grace and Bill were probably having a little fun with you,” she replied.
Becky’s mom laid out our sleeping bags on the screened in porch. We were hoping the breeze would cool us off a little on this hot, sticky night. I was a little nervous sleeping on the porch after hearing the McGregor story.
Becky’s mom gave us a flashlight, and we said our good nights.
“Becky,” I whispered. “Are you scared?”
“A little,” she hissed.
“Me, too,” I said, but that was a lie. I was a lot scared.
We heard a rustle outside. I stiffened and croaked, “What was that?”
Becky bravely turned on the flashlight and shined it on the hundreds of trees. We saw a raccoon’s rear end scurry off into the darkness.
“It was just a raccoon,” Becky sighed.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. All I could think about were things that could be lurking outside: raccoons, bears, coyotes…and McGregor. Finally I fell asleep, only to be awakened by Becky’s foot kicking my leg.
“Listen!” she squeaked.
It was the long, wailing sound of a siren. I was so scared, I couldn’t move.
Becky whispered, “Let’s go!” and we ran into the house.
“Mom! Dad!” Becky called.
“What?” Becky’s mom asked sleepily.
“Can you hear that?” Becky gasped.
The siren sounded like it was getting fainter.
“I bet that’s McGregor!” Becky’s dad said excitedly.
Becky and I huddled on the couch as her parents peered into the woods. The siren stopped.
The headlights of a vehicle startled us all. Bill and Grace rushed inside. They cried, “Did you hear that?”
“Was it McGregor?” Becky asked.
“It must have been. We came to check on you,” Grace continued.
“Oh, no!” I cried. “I can’t sleep here with McGregor outside!”
“Me neither!” said Becky.
Grace and Bill tried to calm us down, but Becky and I wanted to get the heck out of there.
“C’mon, girls. You’re safe here. McGregor’s not real,” said Bill.
“Was it you?” Becky demanded.
Grace and Bill looked at each other. “Yeah. Sure it was. We were playing a trick. Now go on to bed, girls. You don’t need to be scared.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yep,” Grace said unconvincingly. “Now go on to bed. Sorry you were spooked.”
As Becky and I lay our sleeping bags on the living room floor, I asked, “Do you think it was really them?”
Becky hesitated and answered, “I think so.”
I still wasn’t so sure…

Tune for Tuesday

Since it is the week of Halloween, today's video features various Halloween spoofs. The tune is "Psycho" by the band Puddle of Mudd. "Psycho" is off of their lastest album, "Famous." I played this tune all summer long. It is definitely catchy, and a little humorous, "Maybe I'm the one who is the schizophrenic psycho..." I also find it funny, because for some odd reason, my four year old loved this song. He'd sing along, "Maybe I'm the one who is the stitsophenic psyto!" I hope he won't need therapy in the future...

Click to hear PSYCHO

Ghosts of Halloween Costumes Past

Halloween is big in our house. It all started when my oldest son, JC, was two years old. We went trick or treating with our cousins; he loved it. After that, he talked about Halloween throughout the year. He loved everything to do with Halloween, the costumes, the spooky decorations, the celebration we’d have with our family each year. JC loved the movie, “The Nightmare Before Christmas.” Every time we were in the car, he’d shout, “Graveyard!” when we passed a cemetery. In fact, we’d take him to the cemetery just for kicks.
When JC was three, his preschool had a career day where the child came to school dressed as his/her future occupation. JC wanted to be a gravedigger. Yes, you read right, a gravedigger. My husband and I tried to convince him to be a fisherman, a businessman, a football player…we were a little embarrassed to send him as a gravedigger. JC was adamant about being a gravedigger. So, I put overalls on him, went outside and rubbed dirt all over him (I got a few weird looks from passing neighbors), and sent him to school with a shovel. I told him, “I guarantee that you will be the only gravedigger at school today, JC! Have fun!” And he did. His aspirations have changed since then…to a meteorologist, director, and now a rockstar (he just started guitar lessons). I know they will change again.
And all of this brings us to a big Halloween Hoopla every year. We go all out. I’ve collected more and more decorations as the years go by, indoor and out. We have our very own graveyard set up in our front yard, skeletons and ghosts hanging from the trees, and jack-o-lanterns greeting our guests. We also have family party every year so the kids (okay, and the adults) can dress up in their costumes and play with one another. Last night we had our annual get together. Here’s a fun picture from it…and some of my costumes from Halloween past.

As you can tell from the picture above, my husband and I were Todd and Sarah from Alaska this year.

Last year I was a beer wench, he was a scary dude, I guess.


The year before that I was Wonder Woman. When I was little, my mom used to tell my sister and I that she was Wonder Woman but had to give up the title when she got married. Yep, we believed her for a while. Is my family strange? Or imaginative?!


And lastly, I'm throwing in one from my youth. I'm the football player. No frou-frou costumes for me, I was a tomboy and proud of it! The witch and the clown are still two of my best friends today!


What were some of your favorite Halloween costumes?

Senior Moments

Some fellow bloggers are daring their blog peers to expose their past and post a senior high school picture! I accept that dare with delight.
I may be one of the few who loved every year of school from kindergarten to college (which may have led me to my career in teaching). In grade school, I soaked in the knowledge like a sponge. I loved racing friends at recess. I truly liked my teachers. High school brought a fresh variety of friendships, more clubs and sports to enjoy, and increased challenges in my education. My biggest challenge: chemistry! UGH!
My senior year began in the fall of 1988. I was laughing at Rosanne and Cheers on TV. My favorite movie in high school was “About Last Night,” but my senior year I remember loving “Coming to America” with Eddie Murphy.
Hair was permed and big. Music was either syrupy pop or hair metal (I loved the latter).
Some of my fave songs of that school year were “Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard and “Sweet Child O’ Mine” by Guns n Roses. Other notable hits were “Father Figure” by George Michael,“Angel” by Aerosmith, and “Every Rose Has Its Thorn” by Poison. Man, I love the 80’s.
I was extremely involved in high school: homecoming court, yearbook staff, cheerleading, basketball, softball…not to mention filling out college scholarship applications, fun with friends, and of course, a steady boyfriend. And don't forget Spring Break. My best friend's parents invited three of her friends to sail with them on a sailboat in the Caribbean for a week. It was unbelievable!
Oh, wait, you just stopped to see the embarrassing pictures.
Fine, here you have it.
A cheerleading pic taken the summer before my senior year. Our team won first place at cheerleading camp that year! Go! Go! Fight! Fight! Gee, I hope I look all right!


Ahhh, senior prom. Here's me behind my big hair and blue eye shadow.


Next year is my twenty, yes, twenty year reunion...I'll have to search for some cool 80's music for that. Oh, wait, I have them all on one of my fave Itunes lists.

Tune for Tuesday

I'm not a sap. I am so not a romantic. But today's Tune for Tuesday is more of a love song. "Love Remains the Same" is the first single from Gavin Rossdale's first solo album, Wanderlust. Gavin Rossdale was the British lead singer of the 1990's group, Bush. Bush had many hits including "Machinehead," "Glycerine," and "Little Things." You may also know Rossdale as Gwen Stefani's husband; I enjoy Stefani's music as well, especially her No Doubt days.

Rossdale's solo album isn't as heavy as Bush's music, but does have some of the same 90's grunge, angsty feel to it. I chose "Love Remains the Same" this week, because I seriously cannot get this song out of my head! The chorus is quite memorable. I find myself replaying it on my Ipod over and over. Another great song from his album is "Trouble I'm In."

But first take a listen to

Love Remains the Same.

And We Laughed

Last night I took my mom to see comedian, Joel McHale, for her birthday. My mom and I regularly watch Joel McHale host The Soup on the E! channel. McHale basically shows clips from TV and makes fun of them in a very sarcastic and blunt way. The clips themselves are usually funny, but Joel’s take on them make it laugh out loud funny. The Soup is one of my few “must watch” shows every week.
Here’s a clip from The Soup, the funniest show evah!:


When we arrived to the theater for the performance, my mom and I had a drink, then I led her to our seats. Unbeknownst to her, I had purchased second row seats for us. She couldn’t believe our awesome seats, it turned out we had no one in front of us either!
The warm up comedian, or “fluffer” as he called himself, was Chris Hardwick.

I had never heard of him, but he had us giggling like school girls. Chris started the show making topical, sarcastic jokes about the general vicinity and Wisconsin (which we live near). It’s refreshing to hear jokes tailor made for the audience, and obviously new material. About midway through his act, Chris also mentioned he was the voice of one of the cows in the Nickelodeon cartoon, “Back to the Barnyard.” My kids watch that show so I yelled out, “Which cow?” Hey, I knew my children would want to know! He proceeded to heckle me which was fun, even as my face turned red. Second row seats have its advantages.
Next Joel McHale walked on the stage to loud applause by his adoring fans. After watching him every week, my mom and I enjoyed having Joel right in front of us making us chuckle. McHale joked about many of the fellow shows on E! and pop culture that he repeatedly makes fun of on The Soup. Much of his act was talking about his parents, his young sons, and other family topics, things the audience can relate to. My mom’s eyes were red from tearing up and laughing so much. He also heckled two ladies in the audience throughout the show that made us laugh even harder. I imagine they took it well, because you had to have a sense of humor to be there in the first place! He is just so freaking funny! I love sarcastic, inapproprate humor...I get to hear it every day from my husband, too!

After his performance, a long line formed to meet him and buy Soup T-shirts. I convinced my mom to get in the long line, even though we were one of the last ones. It seemed there were about 150 people in line, so we gave up after a while knowing we’d be there for an hour or two. I thought it was gracious of Joel though to sign autographs and take pictures with his many fans after the show. We left the theater with big grins. If you enjoy biting wit, check out the Soup on E! on Friday nights or even check out that guy Joel if he performs near you.