Halloween Past

Just to prove to you that I haven't always hated Halloween, here's a picture.  This is KT and I the first year we were married, and also the last time I dressed up.  On a side note, I was propositioned that night by the host who told me if I ever got tired of KT, he'd be happy to help out.  What the crap?!  I must have been one hot Pebbles or he must have been drinkin'...I'm leaning toward the latter.

 

Don't Talk to Strangers

I am the bah hum bug of Halloween.  I let my kids go trick or treating until they turn 12.  After which, I just think they are too old to dress up and go door to door.  Nothing ticks me off more than a big High School kid walking around with a pillow case begging for candy.

Halloween has always bothered me as a parent.  We teach our kids not to talk to strangers, and we remind them to never take candy from strangers.  Yet, on one day a year we send a mixed message as we pat their little heads and send them out the door to go trick or treating.  They never went without a parent, but still...I remember as a girl, I went trick or treating with my mom.  There was this one house who handed all the children candy, but gave me an apple.  Now, don't get me wrong, I love apples, but this was back in California when people were putting drugs, razor blades and needles into trick or treat candy.  Maybe he had just run out of candy, and didn't want to disappoint my cute, sweet self or he could have been a psychopath.  My mom freaked out when we got home, and we threw it away.  That's something that has just stuck with me.

I have always put up a few Halloween decorations but, never gone hog wild due to my utter dislike of the holiday.  I know I disappoint my kids especially Ladybug, who asks me every year to make our house spooky and to put up more decorations.  I am such a disappointment.

I wish I were...

Today I wish I were in my old home of Colorado. Reading news on the internet, I see pictures of a white wonderland: My former home buried in snow. My thoughts bring me to my snow days of youth. I remember being all cozy and snug in the house with the fireplace going and a steaming mug of cocoa. What could be better? I remember my brother trying to wade through four feet of snow to borrow eggs on Christmas Day. I am most definitely in love with snow days.

WOWW

"Reputation is for time; character is for eternity."

~J. B. Gough~

Help!

Help me sell my parents home.  Let's sell it to someone really, really nice who will allow me the use of the pool next summer!