My Visiting Teacher or the Holy Ghost left these at my door. Just another reason why I don’t like Halloween—rather than the usual baked miracles she leaves me, I’m left with what I can only assume is Shrek fingers made out of bread dough.
I wanted to wish everyone a Happy Halloween, even though I’m not a fan of the holiday.
Halloween week freaks me out… I hate seeing people dressed weird and wondering if it’s their normal attire or a costume. Case in point, last week I saw a couple sporting Spock ears while downtown for the Sarah Vowell reading. Costume or just freaks?
I’ll be celebrating the holiday the best way I know how: drunk in Maddie’s basement watching bad vampire flicks.
And here’s to hoping her fat cat left me some candy!
My father and I have nothing in common that extends beyond shared physical attributes. This said, we don’t get along. I stopped being daddy’s little princess the moment I learned to form my own opinions. Stop. We do have something in common! We are both opinionated and built with razor sharp tongues.
Lately I’m starting to realize my parents aren’t getting any younger. I want to spend more time with my family now than I ever have before. I mentioned to my mom I wanted to have a positive memory of my dad as an adult. She agreed this was important. So I went out on a limb and found something we could hopefully bond over.
My dad is a runner, and has been as long as I can remember. Years ago he and my brothers would run races together. This was exactly what I needed! I decided to call my dad and let him know I’d started training and would he 1) buy me running shoes for my birthday, and 2) run a race with me this spring.
This request had nothing to do with religion, school, family or anything we tend to fight over. This was just feet hitting the pavement, and yet somehow it turned out to be the usual friction between us–He was his typical abrasive self. I faked my way through the conversation and quickly hung up. Then I cried.
I’ll never have the kind of father I think I want. But I do have a father who loves me and would do anything in his power to protect me. Why isn’t that enough?
AK and Mrs. AK threw a brilliant Halloween party this year. Forgetting that their friends who own Bad Ass Coffee would be there, I dressed up as a Starbucks barista, complete with a venti cup of red wine! And so the competition began. Steve was a great sport and posed for some pictures. Sadly, the best photos of the night won’t be posted.
Why?
Because the hot man in an apron spanking me with a spatula didn’t want them posted. I can’t blame him though, as he was without clothes under the apron. Oy!
Over the past year and a half I’ve spent time hating when I should’ve been healing. Frankly, hate is exhausting and simply not worth my time. I have better things to do. I have good friends who love me, an amazing family who adores me, and brothers who would do anything for me. I have a good life. It’s time to recognize that and get over the past.
The void has been filled with understanding and forgiveness. Life goes on, and so shall I.
And with that, I’m over it!
My birthday celebration got started a little early this year. Some of the girls and I met at the Pub for lunch today. Midge brought along birthday presents conveniently disguised as strawberry cupcakes. She knew I wouldn’t drive to Ogden for boobs, so she brought the boobs to me. Proving, once again, she’s my best girl!
