1. Walking up stairs in which I can see through. I do not need to know how far away I am from the ground.
2. Children in horror movies. Seriously, there's nothing like watching a cute little demonic child terrorize a sleepy mountain town that doesn't make you rethink your plans for becoming a foster parent, or even a biological parent.
3. Turning into a zombie. Seriously, if I get bit, just lob my head off. Don't be a pussy about it, just do it.
4. Unfinished basements. I don't care what you say, but if your basement only has a cement floor and a swinging lightbulb, you are hiding something from me, and no, I will not go downstairs and fetch something out of the freezer for you.
5. Moving into a home that has a mean ghost. I have lived with some weird dead people before, but all of them have been very nice from what I experienced. I do not ever want to live with a spirit that is an asshole.
6. Not only am I terrified of experiencing my own death, but I am really afraid of dying and not having my body found until it is all gross and bloated and eaten by birds and rodents.
7. Aliens. I believe they are out there, and I would really appreciate it if they never, ever set foot in my bedroom at night to take me away and do tests on me. Thanks in advance, space people.
8. Happening upon a dead body while walking in the woods.
9. Showering at night, in a bathroom that doesn't have a locking door. I'm looking at you, hostels and campgrounds.
10. Being the slowest runner in the group.
Showing posts with label halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label halloween. Show all posts
Oct 31, 2007
Best Halloween Ever.
The celebration of Halloween is a little bit different for those who live out in the country. For me, it was anyways. It was rare that other kids came by to trick-or-treat. You had to drive to the 'neighbors', if you wanted candy from them. I'm guessing it was a big headache for the parents who had to dress their kids up, argue about whether or not they were going to put their snowsuit on over their costume, and then drive into town on the crappy gravel roads, in crappy weather, and wait for the children to run from house to house, begging for candy, before making the big trek back to the farm.
My mom was a trooper. Every year, she got us all dressed up, somehow came out on top in the "put your snowsuit on, it's twenty below!" argument, took some pictures, loaded us in the car, drove into town, and let us wander about begging.
It always snowed on Halloween. It snowed BIG. Not like nowadays, when we get a little skiff, and the temperature drops. I have many memories of trudging through snow up to my knees, (and one year, up to my waist, in my pioneer girl dress, when we went trick-or-treating out at the lake), in my costume, just to get to the door to sing a stupid song. For a kid who didn't even like candy, I put myself through a lot on this holiday.
I was thinking about this the other day, while decorating the house for the party, and my ol' memory bank reminded me of a Halloween Night, long ago.
I must have been in about grade three. Or maybe grade four or five. I don't even remember Film Star in this memory, so he must have just been a baby. I think that my dad was away working, as he was a good chunk of the time throughout my childhood. It was just mom and the kids. We came home from school, pumped to go out trick-or-treating, and excitedly telling mom about our day.
The weather was bad that night. Bad. Storming. There might have been something else going on too, that my young self wasn't aware of, or my adult self doesn't remember.
Mom had to break the news to us, that she couldn't take us to town to trick-or-treat. I was upset. What would I tell the kids at school the next day? That I just stayed home, while they went out and had fun and got candy?
Mom didn't want us to miss out. Mom didn't want us to have a boring, grumpy night at home. So, she made it fun.
I remember that I wanted to dress up as a punk rocker. GQ wanted to dress up too. All of a sudden, Mom's off-limits make-up bag was out. We gathered in the bathroom, and mom helped us put on our make-up. I got to wear green eye-shadow, and red lipstick. Mom helped give me the highest, punkiest hair in the world. We scoured the house for cool rock star clothes (thankfully, we had one heck of a Mr. Dress-Up-esque tickle-trunk!). I looked so cool. I loved it.
We spent the evening listening to music on the record player, making Halloween crafts, and eating popcorn and candy. Mom lined us up in the kitchen, and took pictures, like she did every year. We laughed, a lot. We accepted the fact that we had to stay home, and we just had fun together, doing what we could.
The next day at school, one of my most annoying classmates, grilled me about how much candy I had gotten, and bragged about how many bags of candy he had filled up. I told him I didn't go trick-or-treating. He teased me, and attempted to get everyone else to tease me too.
One of the other farm kids said that they didn't get to go out either. And then another farm kid piped in. And then another. We all compared stories, and bragged to the town kids about how much fun we had at home with our moms and dads, and how we got to eat as much candy as we wanted, and we didn't have to wear a snowsuit over our costumes, because we were inside all night. It was at that moment, that I realized how lucky I was.
So thanks Mom, for that night. And for all the other Halloween nights, of driving into town in heinous weather, and standing in the cold, just so I could collect enough candy to sell to the brothers. It was always much appreciated.
My mom was a trooper. Every year, she got us all dressed up, somehow came out on top in the "put your snowsuit on, it's twenty below!" argument, took some pictures, loaded us in the car, drove into town, and let us wander about begging.
It always snowed on Halloween. It snowed BIG. Not like nowadays, when we get a little skiff, and the temperature drops. I have many memories of trudging through snow up to my knees, (and one year, up to my waist, in my pioneer girl dress, when we went trick-or-treating out at the lake), in my costume, just to get to the door to sing a stupid song. For a kid who didn't even like candy, I put myself through a lot on this holiday.
I was thinking about this the other day, while decorating the house for the party, and my ol' memory bank reminded me of a Halloween Night, long ago.
I must have been in about grade three. Or maybe grade four or five. I don't even remember Film Star in this memory, so he must have just been a baby. I think that my dad was away working, as he was a good chunk of the time throughout my childhood. It was just mom and the kids. We came home from school, pumped to go out trick-or-treating, and excitedly telling mom about our day.
The weather was bad that night. Bad. Storming. There might have been something else going on too, that my young self wasn't aware of, or my adult self doesn't remember.
Mom had to break the news to us, that she couldn't take us to town to trick-or-treat. I was upset. What would I tell the kids at school the next day? That I just stayed home, while they went out and had fun and got candy?
Mom didn't want us to miss out. Mom didn't want us to have a boring, grumpy night at home. So, she made it fun.
I remember that I wanted to dress up as a punk rocker. GQ wanted to dress up too. All of a sudden, Mom's off-limits make-up bag was out. We gathered in the bathroom, and mom helped us put on our make-up. I got to wear green eye-shadow, and red lipstick. Mom helped give me the highest, punkiest hair in the world. We scoured the house for cool rock star clothes (thankfully, we had one heck of a Mr. Dress-Up-esque tickle-trunk!). I looked so cool. I loved it.
We spent the evening listening to music on the record player, making Halloween crafts, and eating popcorn and candy. Mom lined us up in the kitchen, and took pictures, like she did every year. We laughed, a lot. We accepted the fact that we had to stay home, and we just had fun together, doing what we could.
The next day at school, one of my most annoying classmates, grilled me about how much candy I had gotten, and bragged about how many bags of candy he had filled up. I told him I didn't go trick-or-treating. He teased me, and attempted to get everyone else to tease me too.
One of the other farm kids said that they didn't get to go out either. And then another farm kid piped in. And then another. We all compared stories, and bragged to the town kids about how much fun we had at home with our moms and dads, and how we got to eat as much candy as we wanted, and we didn't have to wear a snowsuit over our costumes, because we were inside all night. It was at that moment, that I realized how lucky I was.
So thanks Mom, for that night. And for all the other Halloween nights, of driving into town in heinous weather, and standing in the cold, just so I could collect enough candy to sell to the brothers. It was always much appreciated.
Halloween
So, it's Halloween. With Halloween being in the middle of the week, I don't know if anything is going on in this town, but I am determined to get dressed up as something or other, and go out tonight, because it's my night off.
We had a nice party here at the House of Pain on Saturday, a sort of "Halloween Birthday Bash", due to it being the Saturday before Halloween, and three friends having their birthdays land on or around Saturday. It was a good party, but I feel that I didn't dance as much as I should have, so I want to dance tonight. I better call The Pub, and see if they are doing the dance party they did last year.
Of course though, I have no idea what to dress up as, so if it's warm, the trashy Courtney Love costume from the Dead Celebrity Party will have to come out for one more round. I love Halloween, and I love dressing up, but I'm really bad at thinking of, and putting together costumes. The last few years, I have dressed up as "Whatever-I-Found-In-My-Closet", named it something, and hit the town. Thankfully, I have a very eclectic closet.
My whole life, I have been jealous of those who create these amazing costumes. You know the people, the ones who dress up as tables, or toilets, or paintings. The ones who not only dress up as a superhero or a cartoon character, they become it. They put so much time and effort and money into one night of fun, and I wish I had the time, effort, money and creativity to do the same. It basically just comes back to my laziness. I'm the girl with the weird clothes, who admires the folks in the cool costumes. I'm okay with that, I think.
Happy Halloween!
We had a nice party here at the House of Pain on Saturday, a sort of "Halloween Birthday Bash", due to it being the Saturday before Halloween, and three friends having their birthdays land on or around Saturday. It was a good party, but I feel that I didn't dance as much as I should have, so I want to dance tonight. I better call The Pub, and see if they are doing the dance party they did last year.
Of course though, I have no idea what to dress up as, so if it's warm, the trashy Courtney Love costume from the Dead Celebrity Party will have to come out for one more round. I love Halloween, and I love dressing up, but I'm really bad at thinking of, and putting together costumes. The last few years, I have dressed up as "Whatever-I-Found-In-My-Closet", named it something, and hit the town. Thankfully, I have a very eclectic closet.
My whole life, I have been jealous of those who create these amazing costumes. You know the people, the ones who dress up as tables, or toilets, or paintings. The ones who not only dress up as a superhero or a cartoon character, they become it. They put so much time and effort and money into one night of fun, and I wish I had the time, effort, money and creativity to do the same. It basically just comes back to my laziness. I'm the girl with the weird clothes, who admires the folks in the cool costumes. I'm okay with that, I think.
Happy Halloween!
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