The Freaks Come Out at Night

Halloween used to be a time that was a lot of fun for me. We had to wait until dark to go out and you went out on Halloween…no matter what day that fell on. I had the plastic face mask with the eye and mouth holes and I just wore my own clothes. After all, Wonder Woman had to go casual sometimes too…

Halloween today, like any other holiday, has become so over commercialized that they have taken away a big part of the fun for me. Now you can’t find a costume for less than $30 unless you have a toddler and what you get is so flimsy you want to throw it away when you are done. You don’t go trick-or-treating anymore to people you know…you go to Trunk or Treat, which is fine…but it’s not as fun as having to run up to someone’s door and beg for candy. There are hordes of kids in the neighborhoods too. I feel sorry for the people who stay home and hand out candy. They must spend at least $50 just on that alone with all the people showing up that they have never seen before. Back in the day if you didn’t know the person you didn’t bother them. Now you go see anyone and everyone. We used to get strange things too in our bags, like popcorn balls and oranges. I never fully understood this, but since I knew the person who gave it to me, those things always got eaten. My kids will never know this oddity.

I also don’t understand the phenomenon of women’s costumes having so little to them. If a man wants to dress up like a policeman for the night he gets dark fake pants and a shirt and the badge and hat, etc. If a woman wants to be a cop she gets a mini dress, stockings and thigh-high boot covers. Now, forgive me, but when did female officers start dressing this way? There isn’t even a place for her gun and dressed like that she’s gonna need one! Little Bo Peep has such a low neckline and short skirt that it’s a wonder she can even roam the hillsides looking for sheep. I mean, who goes out looking for farm animals in hooker heels? Wait…don’t answer that. My point is that these costumes are not very authentic. I think they should just label them all with the word “hooker” before them so that there isn’t any confusion. For example, Hooker Dorothy is very different from the actual Dorothy in Wizard of Oz. You get the idea. Even kid’s costumes are insane. My baby wants to be a skeleton this year. I went looking for a costume for a little girl skeleton. What I found were tights with bones on them and super tiny dresses that had maybe a little reference to what a skeleton would be. For boys…black pants with bones and a black long-sleeved shirt also with bones: Simple, efficient, adorable. WHY would a ten year old girl need to look any different? But I digress…

I just want my daughter to have the good, warm memories of Halloween that I had begging for candy all night and getting to see people you wouldn’t ordinarily see. One of my favorite things was always ending up at the house of my brother’s girlfriend. Nobody ever did Halloween like her mom did, right down to scaring kids at the door and having the spooky music going, etc. People just don’t do that stuff anymore. It’s a real shame!

This Halloween, try if you can to make it memorable for the kiddos. Make them a costume that they can be proud of, take them just to your friends and family and end up somewhere grand…even if it is your own home where you can then hand out candy and scare the crap out of little kids. These are the things they will take with them forever and talk about for years to come. Also, beware…if a Little Bo Peep in a mini skirt with hooker heels asks you if you want some candy, she may not be referring to chocolate. That will only lead to a much scarier place where you will spend the night fighting off various members of the Justice League and a few men dressed as police women. I’m just sayin…

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Abort

Today I’d like to tackle a topic that will likely cause a stir among my friends. I will remind you that this is my point of view only. Please don’t become angry with your comments or decide to hate me because of it. I have a lot of friends who disagree with me. Today’s topic is abortion.  I already know the backlash from this one is going to be painful.

There is a bill up for vote this November in our state that will make it much harder to get an abortion here. I’m actually okay with that. I’ve seen many comments from the opposition saying that the government should not be involved in such a personal decision and that it is the woman’s body…she should decide. I wonder though if they ever consider the unborn child who’s life is being ended in their womb. That’s the one who has no real voice yet. Isn’t it up to SOMEONE to protect that baby? You can argue all you want about viability and when is it an actual person. If anyone has ever gone through the process or been in a biology class that explains things then you will know that it becomes a person as soon as that egg is fertilized. After just a few weeks it has human features, etc. It is truly a miracle. I understand that there are bad situations that require more thought on the topic. I know people get raped and there are occasions where the life of the mother vs the life of the infant are to be calculated. Let me say this though…there are families all over this country who would die to have a child and who can provide love for yours. They don’t care what situation the child came from…all they care about is having a baby to love. If you were raped, that is horrible. No question about it…but that baby is still half you…isn’t that worth something? A horrible event could lead to a child who adores you and who completes you weather you wanted him/her or not. Perhaps your life is in danger and the only way to live is to abort the fetus. Can you live with that knowing that you chose your own life over that of your own baby? I couldn’t.

If a man can get charged extra for murdering a pregnant lady then why is it okay to murder that baby by itself and call it a “procedure?” You can try to explain this to me, but it will never ever make sense. A life is a life and we should protect it. I’m just sayin…

Hippy-Hippy Shake

So, I’m noticing that all of our “hippy” friends are reaching a certain age now and this worries me greatly. These are the folks who protested everything in the 70s and smoked a lot of dope and support the arts, etc. Now, while I don’t generally dislike the whole lot of them, I must say the majority were really irritating from a conservative farm-girl standpoint (and smelly). Picture people who are still hanging on to that rebel image, driving their hybrid and electric cars really slowly and flipping you the “peace” sign after they cut you off in traffic. Yes, this actually happened to me today. Think about this aging populace. These folks are going to already have had their minds altered by the drugs they did as youths and now they are trying to navigate the passages of getting older and losing what was left of their memories. These old geezers and gals are going to be the ones protesting the split pea soup in the cafeteria at the home and refusing to bathe because they shouldn’t be forced to do something they don’t want to. Just think of this as a healthcare professional or even as kids of these folks. We are in for a real wave of trouble here. I’m telling ya…total anarchy!

I believe we should live and let live. I’m not telling them how to live their lives or what to think. All I’m saying is that it’s going to be really hard to get the keys away from these folks. They will either think it is a conspiracy or that the establishment is trying to keep them down. Watch out on the roads. I’m just sayin…

Passing It On

This weekend was very productive for me. I managed to go to a few yard sales with my daughter and picked up an album (yes, vinyl) of Merry Christmas with Bing. That may not sound like a big deal, but that is the album most played at Christmas when I was growing up. I have fond memories of those songs playing while my mom and I unpacked all the Christmas ornaments and put up the tree. There were always cookies to be baked too and the smells of good stuff wafting through the house. The promise of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer on TV was always something special and a Charlie Brown Christmas. These are the memories of my youth and now I have the chance to pass that down again to my daughter. Of course, she’s used to me playing Bing and Frank and the rest all the time anyway, but there is something special about that particular album. I can’t be in a bad mood while it is playing. I just can’t.

Also this weekend I was able to introduce the niblett to a classic Halloween Horror movie. We watched the original House on Haunted Hill and she screamed just like I did. Good ole Vincent Price. There will never be another like him. No gore, just good, old-fashioned, scare you out of your wits suspense. They don’t make them like that anymore. She loved every minute of it. It also inspired her to find The Munsters on Netflix. She is in love with that show. I have enjoyed so much watching these episodes and remembering when I was a kid and thought they were the coolest. One day I’ll move her on to Gilligan’s Island, but one thing at a time.

True, I’m not a big fan of Fall, but it does have lots of fun holidays to celebrate and it does encourage me to do things with my daughter that I wouldn’t ordinarily. So, the yard sales will be gone soon…no worries…there are plenty of thrift stores out there just waiting to be sorted through. There are also the Halloween parties to go to and the Thanksgiving cooking to do and the after Thanksgiving shopping to get to. There is much to be excited about this time of year, even if the weather is cold. There are also board games to be played and cocoa to be consumed while the weather outside is frightful. This warm weather girl is going to make the most of it this year!

If you have lovely traditions or fabulous memories from your childhood please share them with your kids. Take them back to the days when TV was in black and white and music involved actual stories and not just words that rhyme. Give them a little piece of the wonderful times we lived in, if only for a while. These moments are priceless and they will never forget them. That’s something that money can’t buy. I’m just sayin…