Yesterday we took our son to a local park that had Trick-or-Treating and this happened:
OK, I hadn't meant to write a Halloween recap, because even to me it sounds like something that would be "ho hum" to read. But there were a few funny things that happened over the past few days, so I though, "What the hell". The story about my secret identity will have to wait until another post. We had a Halloween celebration at work on Friday. One of my co-workers brought in this creature of Satan, er, doll: My friend Karen had this to say: Yesterday we took our son to a local park that had Trick-or-Treating and this happened: After that my nerves were shot. As soon as we got home, my husband immediately asked me, "Do you want a glass of wine?". Uh, YES PLEASE! The combination of the wine and the post-adrenaline surge made me sleepy: Here's a photo of my son in his costume while out Trick-or-Treating: I told him to pose with the giant spider. Apparently he thought I said, "Rub your ass all over it". Sigh. (OK, I did laugh a little. How could you not?). We saw a lot of great costumes on Halloween night, but these two were my two favorites: I didn't put a black bar over Bacon-Man's face, so you could see his uncanny resemblance to Woody Allen. His friends (who were all drinking booze on the front porch) told us that the guy's name was Kevin. Just give it a second and you'll figure out why that's funny... My husband wore an old Russian military hat as his costume (he was "Russian guy in an old miltary hat"), which people always find interesting. All night long people yelled at him, "Love your hat!". A guy at the house below gave him a free beer: My husband doesn't like Bud Light but he drank it anyway because, hello, FREE BEER! My son brought home a massive candy haul: What you can't see is that in his hand he's holding two packages of CANDY CANES! Yes, that's right-- some asshole gave out last year's leftover Christmas candy. Which reminded me of one time when I was little and we knocked on the door of someone who didn't know that it was Halloween. The person gave my sister and I cans of Coca-Cola. As kids we thought that was pretty awesome. It was better than a can of peas or something. OK, last thing for today is completely NOT related to Halloween but I thought it was funny. I'm including this now because I don't know where else I can use this text message. I don't have any planned posts about washed-up pop stars from the 80's: I found out that there was no boning involved (bummer, I know). I apologize if that song "Only in my Dreams" is now stuck in your head for the rest of the day. Just let me say, it could be so much worse. I could have heard "Rump Shaker" on the radio. See-- it's all about perspective.
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Gina
11/1/2015 06:56:35 pm
You are a true friend. I would give up my Bartles and Jaymes Wine coolers for you.
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I get lost in your eyes And I feel my spirits rise And soar like the wind... Is it love that I am in? Yep, I still belt out this song whenever I hear it. Love the old (!) syrupy sweet 80's ballads! While in college I worked at a place where Neal McCoy's (country singer) dad worked. I didn't ever talk to him (Neal's dad) but he seemed nice. Neal never did come visit. And that's probably as close as I've ever come to celebrity.
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Gina
11/2/2015 09:22:58 am
Based on the first sentence, I thought this was going to be a love letter to me. What a disappointment. (Kidding). I had to google the name "Neal McCoy". I honestly hadn't heard of him. I'm not big on country music (obviously). I've had a few celebrity encounters. I rode on the same plane with Muhammed Ali and we got off the plane at the same time. It was back when your family could still wait for you at the gate. My Mom gave the boxer a hug and kiss. Before even greeting me, I think. :/
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11/2/2015 10:20:03 am
Didn't Debbie Gibson pose for Playboy? I know Tiffany did, which is a sad thing to have happen to washed-up '80's pop stars. Even sadder was the Rico Suave issue was such a huge flop. No one wanted to see his small flop.
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Gina
11/2/2015 05:02:38 pm
Gah! I looked up "Debbie Gibson Playboy photos" online and found them! I've seen her boobies now! That seems weird and wrong. I didn't even know she had posed. Then I looked up Tifanny's pics. She had a nicer rack, I must say. You know, on nearly any given day, I end up writing words that I never thought I'd say before.
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Lydia
11/2/2015 02:21:03 pm
If you need to fill the Debbie Gibson hole just go watch Mega Python vs Gatoroid. It even has Tiffany in it as well. Mikey Dolenz too; in case you are feeling really nostalgic.
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Gina
11/2/2015 05:06:15 pm
OK, I had never even heard of this movie before but I found the trailer on YouTube. It looks hilarious. I got to see Tiffany and Debbie Gibson bitch slap each other, which was awesome. I'll have to make a mental note to watch this someday. Thanks for letting me know about it Lydia!
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11/2/2015 03:09:34 pm
I love that babies have become one of the creepiest things about Halloween. And everyday. All the time.
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Gina
11/2/2015 05:10:49 pm
You're right-- "creepy baby" has become a genre in and of itself. And wouldn't you know -- that night I dreamed about a woman who had five kids but the oldest one had died as an infant so she had it embalmed with special fluid (à la Vladimir Lenin) to keep the baby soft and supple. SO THEY KEPT THE BABY WITH THEM AT ALL TIMES AS IF IT WERE ALIVE! It was so horrifying. The rest of the family acted as if it was normal that a dead baby was in a high chair while they ate dinner. I creeped myself out all day the following day. Ugh. I may need therapy because of my own damn dream.
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