Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween, creeps!

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October 31st.
When I lived at home, every Halloween morning of my childhood started out the same way. My mom would play The Monster Mash loud enough to wake my brothers and I up and when we would walk downstairs, she'd be in the kitchen dancing while wearing wax fangs. Our toaster strudels would be sweetly adorned with iced on Jack o' Lantern faces or "Trick or Treat?" After school, we would come home and start gathering up our costume pieces. Around five or six, we would start get ready and by 7 or 8 we would be out the door and cruising neighborhoods searching for candy. There is nothing like the feeling of sitting in the floor after a long night of trick or treating and pouring your candy out. I would always separate mine out into piles to examine my treasure more thoroughly. For the next couple months, anyone with a sweet tooth was satisfied.
Previous Halloween costumes:
Bunny
Ghost
Madeline
Fairy
Movie Star
Glamourous Witch
Belly Dancer
Pirate
Tinker Bell
Baseball Player
Now that I'm older, my Halloweens have gone downhill. I no longer wake up to The Monster Mash. Instead, I listen to it on my walk to class. I am typically not able to dress up. Instead, I wear Halloween socks or earrings.  Oh well, I'm perfectly content with my batty socks and bug earrings. And... even though someone smashed my Jack Skellington pumpkin...my Halloween spirit has not been dampened. 

Happy Halloween!


Saturday, October 29, 2011

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Halloween is one of my top three favorite holidays. 
#1 is Christmas
#2 is Thanksgiving
and
#3 is Halloween.
My birthday isn't included because I don't like loads of attention and that's what a birthday is all about. 
Sadly, the past three Halloweens haven't been that fantastic. 
This year:
 I wont be able to dress up.
Halloween is on a Monday.
My mom called dibs on tonight which means I am babysitting.

Oh well, I get to spend time with the most incredible boy in the world. While some girls will be out tonight in skimpy taxi driver costumes ready to take a boy for a wild ride, or other girls in fire fighter costumes prepared to tame someone's wild burning fire of desire...I will be sitting at home with a sweet 16 year old angel carving pumpkins and watching Just Dance videos online. 

I love my life and everyone in it.

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Happy Halloween weekend, you ghouls and goblins!

Friday, October 21, 2011

"When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers, 'tis near Halloween.' "
-Author Unknown

Life is good. The weather is delightful. My friends are incredible. My family is supportive and loving. I'm happy to say that at this moment, I am perfectly content.
A cardigan, a comfy button-down, jeans, knee socks, and a Tiny Tim radio station on Pandora make this moment completely perfect. Well, the only thing that could make it better is if Jon Christian was sitting on my bed tossing his Mario figurines into the air, hoping to get an overly enthusiastic cheer or amazement from me. But this is still just fine.

Today is my beautiful roommate, Abbey Crain's twentieth birthday. We met our freshman year of college and through a strange course of events...we became great friends. We had many dorm room slumber parties and bonded over inappropriate conversations, psycho roommates, and our hopes for the future. We went through pretty much everything together: influenza, deadly tornadoes, and breakups. Now, we're in the middle of our sophomore year and living together in a cozy historic house close to downtown Tuscaloosa. We have built a friendship that I have the deepest appreciation for and I hope to have many more years with this incredible girl. Happy birthday, Abigail Crain!


Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Design
By: Robert Frost

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth—
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth—
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?—
If design govern in a thing so small.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

And they danced by the light of the moon.

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The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are."
Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl, 
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?"
 Said the Piggy, "I will"
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.