Category Archives: Halloween

Do Halloween. Check!

Another Halloween has come and gone. 

Because I’m mildly insane about holidays and celebrating them to the fullest extent the day will allow, I feel complete in my soul when said holiday goes well.

In this case Halloween was a great success!  Especially with it’s rocky, ambivalent start.

Did The Punk have fun?  Check!

Did he get enough candy to last him until at least Valentine’s Day?  Check!

Were our Pumpkins amazing and did a ton of people comment on how cool they were?  CHECK!

Especially my mother’s art… er I mean her Jack O’ Lantern?  Check!

Did I have any fun?  Check!  Check!  and CHECK!

Shelly and I went out to our favorite holiday hang out (OK not really but we were there for New Year’s too, ergo, now our favorite holiday hangout.  Sorry Shelly… it’s true) for some great music and even better costume watching.

This couple was interesting.  When I asked “Hell Boy” if his dead Indian friend was in his movie (sadly Hellboy has never made it into my Netflix queue) he said, “No, she just likes to dress up as dead things.  Last night she was a dead Chef.”  Alrighty, then.  Good to know.

This guy made me pee my pants with fright. 

Since my therapist says you should always confront your fears, I asked in my biggest brave girl voice, “Um, will you take a picture with me Mr. Fucking Scary Clown Insane Guy?”  His grunt meant yes.  And then I fell in love and asked him to be my boyfriend for ever and ever.  But Mom, I LOVE him!

Of course there was another angel there.

 

But my costume won because not only was I twice her age and wearing more clothes, I had a super special hidden feature to my costume!

I was keeping all the evil Republicans at bay with my wand and blessing the good that is Obama.

Speaking of which… ONLY ONE DAY left of this never ending campaign!   ONE DAY!!  I’m sick.  I’m nauseous and dizzy. (and no, it’s not the extended hangover..)  I’m also excited and hopeful.

But mostly sick.

I hope everyone else had a great Halloween and in between sneaking your kid’s candy, if you haven’t already, make sure you take time to cast your vote on Tuesday.

Why Can’t Dracula Have Babies?

Because he has a Hallow Weenie!

Happy Halloween everyone!

I hope you all have a very safe and fun day.

I know myself and this cutie pie will…

(and yes, I’m the nut job that carved the “VOTE” pumpkin.  But really?  Did you expect anything else?)

In The Spirit of Halloween…

Today, over lunch, in an attempt to be less like a mongrel and more like a lady, I went to my salon to get my brows and lip waxed.  Because I am The Sensitive, my newly waxed skin, especially my lip, turns fire engine red after waxing.  But nothing a little make-up couldn’t cover and back to work I went.

I’m not sure if it’s the dry weather or my blood pumping harder than normal due to the massive frustration of my very conservative and VERY Republican co-worker, but no sooner did I get back from lunch then I got a bloody nose.

This, in and of itself is not a big deal as it happens to me frequently.  I guess not only is my skin sensitive but so are the innards of my nose.  
I didn’t think much of this because again, they happen all the time. 

However…
This one was bad.   

And the cleaning lady was in the bathroom. 

And it wouldn’t stop. 

When it did stop, I was happy. 

Until it started again.  

With more intensity than before.  As Josh was reading from the Internet on how to get nose bleeds to stop (very helpful… except I knew all this) in between Kleenex changes, I proceeded to bleed down the front of my shirt. 

And the cleaning lady was STILL in the bathroom.

When she was finally done, I ran in there as fast as myself and my box of Kleenex could get there.

I got the nose to stop, just to notice I was literally a mess.  I know its Halloween and all but a bloody shirt is not cool.  So I basically had to wash my shirt as it was on me with the theory that regardless of the time of year, wet beats out blood any day of the week. 

Oh and because this is MY LIFE, with my lip red from the waxing I looked like I had dried blood on my upper lip.

With a “bloody lip” and wet shirt, I came out of the bathroom feeling like a Super Model.  Really.  It’s a wonder I’m single. 

Fellas, the line starts to the left.

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