It's the most wonderful time of the year...

...for me anyway.

Color me morbid, but I've always been fascinated with death,
the afterlife, ghosts, and such.
I love cemeteries.
I love reading tombstones.
I want my own to say something witty.
Still working on that.

I get a total rush out of being scared.
No. That is NOT an invitation.
But if you insist, please just make sure you know CPR.

Not so long ago, I worked with this kid named Jeff
who would jump out from behind something and scare me
almost daily at work. I miss that guy!

I get some sort of perverse enjoyment out of scaring people.
These days however, most of the people I know are of the age
where scaring them could be dangerous to their health.
So I refrain. I don't know CPR that well.

My kids however are not off limits.

I enjoy most scary movies.
Every year for the month of October,
we watch scary movies with the kids.
What's sad is the ones like Nightmare on Elm Street that
scared the bejesus out of us when we were young
don't seem to phase them much.
And I've gotten wimpy with age.
"The Ring" and "The Grudge" type movies scare me a bit too much.

I especially love dressing up.
I think at times that I missed my calling in life.
I should have been a stylist to the horror film stars.
There is good reason I'm not.
I didn't say I was good at dressing up.
I just said I enjoyed doing it.

For as long as I can remember, I've always made my own costumes.
My mom was a self-employed seamstress which meant I had
fairly unlimited access to fabric.
Unfortunately I didn't learn to sew. She did that part.
Usually last minute. THANKS MOM!
But I'm freakin' Martha Stewart with a hot glue gun.

I'm one of those stupid people who like to do
couples costumes. Or family/group outfits.
Unfortunately, my kids have outgrown my desire for this,
and I'm pretty sure my husband just went along so he
stayed out of the doghouse.

This year my son is going as a girl.
Sad thing is, he looks really good.
No one will know the difference.
My daughter is dressing in 80's garb.
Which is not too different from how she dresses normally.
My husband just groans when I even mention us dressing up.
So this year I'm struggling to come up with something
original and creative.
Last minute as usual.

As I write this thinking scary thoughts,
my dog just went into a barking fit as the
Fedex guy rang the doorbell.

I need to go change my pants now.

Happy Halloween to all..and to all a ghoul night!

Dawson makes a wish

So I was contacted recently by the Make-A-Wish foundation.
They have chosen Dawson to receive a wish.
We don't know the details yet.
Now you may all think like I did that the M.A.W.F. grants
only to kids as a "last dying wish" sort of thing.
Not so.
The M.A.W. representative explained it to me like this:
"It's a chance for the child and their families to enjoy something
together and make a lasting memory.
To not have to worry about money or the disease.
Even if it's just for a day."
How cool is that?
Dawson doesn't really know what he wants to wish for,
but they said they would have some experts meet with him
and help him figure it out.
When I asked him what he would wish for, he said to me;
"Can't we just donate the money to help them find a cure?"
He doesn't want to do this anymore.
He doesn't want anyone to have to do this anymore.
I know that whatever wish is granted to him that he deserves it.
More details to come...