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Pretty Pets in Costumes with a Pumpkin, Take 2

30 Oct

After deciding to adorn my pumpkin with a bow, I decided to adorn my pets with their Halloween costumes.  Yes, I put my dogs in Halloween costumes–not only at Halloween, but also sometimes just for fun.  And, of course, I took pictures.  Maddy the Shih Tzu (white/gray)  loves dressing up while Cassie the Peekapoo (tan)  detests it and neither dog is fond of wearing hats.  Despite all the tomfoolery, I was able to get both dogs and the pumpkin in some pictures!

It only took 20 minutes to get this shot…sheesh! Maddy looks like she’s turning into a vamp puppy.

Cassie gives up the fight and sits nicely for her picture.

Then Maddy intruded into Cassie’s portrait.

A quick shot of Maddy before she ripped off her hat and started chewing on it. Yes, she needs a haircut!

My Pretty Pumpkin

30 Oct

We’ve had the pumpkin for over a few weeks now sitting on the floor in a plastic bag.  Since I’m back from my whirlwind Florida trip and sick as a dog, I decided it was finally time to decorate that bad boy. Using a Sharpie marker, metallic star stickers, and glittery fairy stickers, I made this::

Then Maddy the Shih Tzu came to investigate::

Not wanting to be left out, Cassie the Peekapoo came over, too, which caused Maddy to start break dancing.  Then both dogs ran over to start playing–no doubt high on Sharpie marker fumes.

Pumpkin Carving…the virtual way

30 Oct

What’s more fun than carving an actual pumpkin?  Doing it virtually!  No messy pumpkin guts to contend with!  Your hands won’t smell pumpkiny for days on end and you won’t accidentally slice off your fingertips with a carving knife gone awry.  In fact, if you click here, you can sit in the comfort of your own home (or wi-fi spot) and do it over and over and over again.  Thanks to my buddy, Amanda, for giving me the head’s up via her blog.

Here’s a screen shot of my girly pumpkin…

If you can vote, stay home!

31 Oct

Recently, our local paper ran a story about teenagers and college students who enjoy going trick-or-treating. (Story here.) I love dressing up. In fact, I think we should have more opportunities as adults to wear costumes and go out in public. But there are some rules that should be observed, especially in regards to Trick-or-Treat.

First of all, if you can’t vote (that is you are under 18), you should not be wearing provocative Halloween costumes. Actually, I don’t advocate that sort of thing for any female (or male) or any age. Take the above picture. This fairy costume is marketed towards teenage girls, who want to look sexy and enchanting. Girls, if you show up in a burlap sack, a teenage guy will find you enchanting. You don’t have to spend $60 on an outfit like this to look like a fairy enchantress…really. If you show it all off, you’re losing the mystery of feminine beauty. Not only is such an outfit not appropriate for trick-or-treat night, but you look like a treat and all the guys are gonna want to show you their tricks.

Now it’s always been my opinion that if you’re over the age of 11, you shouldn’t be out on the streets of your neighborhood trying to get free candy. It’s a bit ridiculous. Trick-or-Treat is for CHILDREN, of which teenagers are no longer. I know that high school kids like to go out and partake of the fun, which I don’t mine as long as they actually wear a costume.  Breaking into your sister’s Barbie make-up and smearing some on your face does not a costume constitute.

If I’m giving away my Milky Ways, you’ve got to do something to earn ’em, like wear a costume.  It’s proper Halloween protocol, which you are already choosing to break by being able to grow your own beard for your pirate outfit.  The last thing I wanna do is give up candy to some punk who had a Peter Pan complex.  Remember, whatever candy I don’t give out at the end of the night is mine to keep and devour.  If you’re going to rob me of my chocolatey goodness at least give me some good entertainment.  And, no, me laughing at your behind your back as you scamper down the sidewalk with five year-olds is not amusement.

It’s especially troubling if these trick-or-treaters know how to drive because they can hit the neighborhoods with the best candy all in one night.  I know that some competitive parents do the same thing for their children.  It’s candy, not an episode of “The Great Race”, ease up, let the kids have fun, and grow up.  Go buy some apple cider, bob for apples, eat some candy corn, and party hardy with your pals.  You can all wear costumes and have a great time.

I know it’s sad, but accept it.  Don’t you think I’d like to walk around getting candy from strangers in my fantastic Halloween costumes?  (I do, in fact, have a very well-established costume collection!)  Of course, I do.  But I’m 27!  I pay bills and clean my apartment and pretend to work and stuff.

Your first steps into adulthood begin now–you can wear your costume proudly and celebrate Halloween joyfully–just stop trick-or-treating.  There comes a time in the life of every young man and woman’s life when he or she must give up trick-or-treating and your time is now.  Just a FYI, there’s no Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, or Tooth Fairy either.

Halloween Candy: Are we being cheated?

23 Oct

The other day I ventured to Target for lack of anything better to do. I needed to get out and do something, so off to Target it was. After perusing the dollar section, my two friends and I made our way to the “Halloween” section of the store where I was greeted by garish costumes, princess outfits, and yes, pink light-up pumpkins. Pink pumpkins?! You’ve got to be kidding me!

After searching through a pile of dog costume, I found myself in the candy aisle. Or should I say, one of the candy aisles. Because there were, in fact, five aisles chock full of candy. Candy corn, marshmallow pumpkins, fun-size candy bars, and more! It was a diabetic sugar shock just to behold.

Being the smart consumer that I am, I immediately began searching for the best deal on candy for the all the trick-or-treaters that will come to my second floor apartment on Thursday night. Yeah, I’m doing it for the kids! Of course, if one actually shows up, they ain’t getting any of my candy. I mean, it’s all for the kids. So there I was, searching for a deal <em>for the kids</em>, and I was stymied. There’s a Reese’s Peanut Butter Lovers pack for $6 or a 30-pack of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups for $10 or three packs of assorted snack-size candy bars for $5. After carefully using the nutrition information to decide what the most nutrisious candy would be (or to check which bags had more candy–something like that), I decided on a bag of Milky Ways, Twix, and Kit-Kats. Yum!

Somehow, as soon as we all got into the car the back of Twix mysteriously opened, so we were all obliged to eat a piece of candy or three. When I got home, I emptied the candy into the candy basket <em>for the kids</em> and discovered that three bags of snack-sized candy doesn’t cover the basket like it used to. That’s when I realized something astonishing–


Yes, friends, while the size of the candy bags remains the same, their contents do not. Not only that, but the snack-size bars are smaller than they used to be. Let me break it down for you–less candy at a higher price! We are being cheated out of our chocolate. Astounding!

What is the cause of this injustice? I would have to same global warming, President Bush, the war in Iraq, illegal immigrants, and <insert issue here>. Mostly, I blame President Bush for refusing the sponsor legislation that addresses this issue–something that <em>really</em> matters to voters.

And who really suffers from this? The children, that’s who! Because, adults, as you know one of the main reasons we buy candy for trick-or-treaters is so that we can nab some whilst we are handing it out to the kids. The kid candy to personal candy ratio is as follows–for every 1 piece of candy given to a kid, an adult is supposed to consume 3 pieces of candy. If adults spend the same amount of money buying candy, even adjusting for inflation, the kids are the ones who will be getting less candy. Why? Because to keep up with the 1:3 ratio, <strong>there is simply not enough candy in the bowl!</strong>

This means that adults will eat most of the candy before the kids actually arrive in their cute little costumes hopeful for a hand-out. Adults will either have to:

1. Run out to the store at the last minute to get more candy causing them to spend way too much money and eventually forcing them into bankruptcy or homelessness.

2. Ignore the kids causing the kids to retaliate by doing some sort of “trick” starting these youngins’ into a life of crime, which will eventually end in them forming some sort of trick-or-treat gang.

3. Cause the adults to start giving out random household items to the trick-or-treaters. Common examples of this type of giving include: pennies, fruit, tooth brushes, dirty socks, kittens, vacuum cleaners, and the occasional family sedan. The consequences of this sort of giving are too ghastly to describe–but the end result is nuclear war.

4. To make up for the 1:3 candy ratio, adults are forced to buy the crappy candy (the kind where you get more at cheaper prices!) There’s a reason it’s called “crappy candy”–because it’s crappy and it tastes like wax. Some of it is actually made from ear wax. Plus, some crappy candy is pure and unadulterated sugar, lacking any and all nutritional value (unlike, say a Snickers, which has nuts in it allowing the consumer to fill up on protein.) You might as well just hand out little sugar packets to the kids and insulin needles. The health of our entire nation is threatened by crappy candy.

When the candy companies cheat well-meaning consumers, it’s the kids who lose. And we’re all about the kids, right? Oh, man, I just got a piece of chocolate stuck in my keyboard…

My Halloween Costume

31 Oct

Here I am dressed as Nymphadora Tonks from the Harry Potter books for the kids Halloween fest. I did face-painting with really crummy face paints. The great thing about kids is that they don’t care what it looks like, they just like the paint on their face. Posted by Picasa

A Harrowing Halloween Without the Haunts

29 Oct

In my 25 years, I’ve seen various takes on Halloween. Trick-or-treating was always my personal favorite. There was nothing quite like dressing up in a handmade costume, banging on my neighbor’s doors, and receiving enough candy to feed a small country for a year. Of course, when I was in fifth grade, the first year my best friend at the time and I were allowed to go on our pilgrimage around the neighborhood without adults, some mean teenagers stole my friend’s back of candy. The year after that, we stayed in and had a Halloween party.

The school party preceded trick-or-treat night, and it was a load of fun! We had a half-day of school, and got to leave school at lunchtime in order to go home and put on our holiday dressings. We would reconvene at the school around 1 p.m., have a wonderful parade around the neighborhood, and then gorge ourselves with sweets and treats made by parents! Fifth grade must have been a bad year for Halloween, because I recall my teacher nixing the sweets and instead providing us with a healthy alternative to all that sugar. I’m still bitter about it.

Some celebrate Halloween by not celebrating offering instead “harvest parties”, which is what my Christian high school did. Warm apple cider, a bonfire, hayrides, and random teen couples disappearing into the woods, what’s not to love? The hayride was the main event at the harvest party. The trick in this treat was to get on the same ride as the guy I liked, strategically maneuver myself to sit next to him, and hope he would hold my hand under the hay. My plan usually worked well except for the holding hands part. Still, my hopes were held high when in one glorious swoop I would attack my beloved with a handful of hay. Other antsy students joined in and a wild hay fight erupted. Hay was flying everywhere, falling out of the wagon, going down our shirts and pants, and all had a good time. By the end of the ride, we were so stuffed with hay; we could have moonlighted as scarecrows. Ah, the good all days!

I’ve never been to a church alternative party where kids get to dress up as their favorite Bible characters, but I hear they can be fun. I wonder how many kids tried to get away with being Adam and Eve before the fall. Hey, it’s biblical! I imagine there are a lot of shepherds and angels at these events because penny-pinching parents want to get the most out of that outfit from the children’s holiday program at the church the year before. Besides, get a bathrobe and tie a towel on your head and you’re a shepherd! Kids I knew always wanted to be outlandish characters like one of the various demon-possessed folks from the gospels or one of the four riders of the Apocalypse.

Now that I’m an adult, Halloween can be more fun. I always loved to go trick-or-treating at the houses where the adults always dressed up. It was refreshing to see that some adults could be cool and let their hair down once in while. But at the same time, I realize that Halloween isn’t as innocent as I hope it to be. My realization of this came last night in the form of a haunted house.

At the last minute, I was asked to be the spider lady for a local haunted house. A spider lady, I thought, how cool is that? I ran out to the store to buy a black wig to add to my stockpile of costume finery and dolled myself up! With a black ball skirt, a kicking wig, a fantastic make-up job, a black cape, and various accessories, I was dressed to kill. Plus, I got to drop a giant spider on people when they walked into the haunted house. Okay, it was kind of lame, but at least I got to look cute in my costume. What turned out to be lamer was the fact; only about 10 people came through the haunted house last night. Who does a haunted house from 5-8 p.m. on trick-or-treat night anyway?

Putting the disorganization and frustration of the event aside, I felt sick as I walked through this particular haunted house. It was truly one of the most disturbing visual glorifications of horror I had seen a bunch of amateurs construct. The whole thing horrified me, but for all the wrong reasons. Various vignettes took place, some with actors and others with dolls and mannequins.
The first exhibit that caught my attention was the scene of a school classroom gone haywire. The mannequin teacher was bound to a chair by her hands and feet, her mouth gagged. Blood was dripping off the woman and she wore an expression of terror on her face. Next to her was a large cage on the floor containing a doll wearing an alien mask. Standing on a chair next to him was a little girl sporting a freaky mask holding a gun on the boy. My blood ran cold. I tried to make a joke out of it saying, “What is this? Columbine?” Everyone looked at me as though I had just announced I was about to blow up the White House. A middle-aged woman looked at me in dismay and shook her head as she walked away.

One of the teenage girls explained to me that it was much more demented than Columbine. “Look!” she said with excitement, “She’s holding a gun on the little boy and they tied up their teacher!” I’m not sure how it happened, but somewhere during the course of the haunted house, the gun in the little girl’s hand ended up pointing towards the ceiling, away from the little boy. It was a compromise, I felt, because I really wanted to rip the plastic gun out of the exhibit and run it over with my car. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t find guns, especially in classrooms to be appropriate for a haunted house.

There was also a horrible rendition of the North Pole, in which the elves declared mutiny on Santa, which is funny enough. Until you consider the elves impaled Santa’s head on a stick and danced around it LORD OF THE FLIES style chanting, “Satan Santa! Satan Santa!” This flagrant dismissal of Lucifer cut me deeply. I held my tongue, but I wanted to scream, “Don’t you get it? Satan is the father of all lies! You should not take him so lightly!” If I could have, I would have cued that old song “The Devil Is Bad” by the W’s to illustrate my point.
The other exhibit I found disturbing more for personal, than social reasons. A woman was lying on a surgeon’s table, totally gutted, by a maniac doctor. Thoughts of Jeffery Dahmer filled my mind and I became sickened. The massive amount of blood horrified me. And since I already am fearful of doctors, this image didn’t help me. It’s locked in my mind and in those chambers it seems somehow larger and more factual.

Now I know haunted houses are supposed to be scary and some people totally dig the gore. But I don’t. The true depravity of man became real to me last night. Individuals who are not Christians, but relatively nice human beings worked on this nightmare for hours on end. They got huge smiles on their faces when they thought of how much gorier it could become. I think back to the Bible verse that says, “Whatever is noble, pure, and lovely, think about these things,” and I can’t think anything lovely about this. Maybe I’m older and wiser, or I just watch the news too much. Maybe both. But in a world this scary, do we really need to take the fun out of Halloween, too?

A little scare here and there is fun. I’m thinking I’d rather hang out with Winnie-the-Pooh and the gang in the 100-Acre Woods looking for heffalumps and woozils, than participate in this or any haunted house. Maybe there’s nothing scary and sexy about it, but I miss those hayrides and the anticipation of whether or not my crush would snuggle with me in all that hay. I long to walk with my dad on the cracked sidewalks of my old neighborhood hoping to get the good candy. I miss what was fun about Halloween—dressing up, getting candy, wearing make-up, and having fun. And I guess as long as I can remember those good times I can help other children have wonderful memories to cherish as they get older. Besides, when I grew up, I always wanted to be one of those cool costumed adults who handed out the good candy!

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