About Me
- Cabrina
- In my 40's and in the midst of love with my wife, ever after. I've been told I'm funny, in more ways than one. I love to laugh but love to make people laugh more. And I'm in a constant state of missing my family, but smile through the homesickness. Feel free to leave me a comment...so I know someone cares.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
41 days...but who's counting?
Yes...I have a countdown clock. I got it at the day after Halloween sale at Spirits. That's like Mecca to me. I travel there every year to pay homage to next years yard haunt.
Plus prices are scary good at that point.
I've already upped the ante this year with some demonic whispers and some cemetery tracks. I'm thinking about relocating the walk up to the driveway. The neighbors spotlight on their garage is annoying.
Hmmm....maybe it needs red lights in it. I've been on the ladder a few times at their garage to unscrew the lights. I have no shame.
I found a picture, when I was home in CA recently, of my grandma in vampire teeth and these plastic disks you put in your eyes like a monocle. They made your eyes look bloodshot and bug out. They probably cost .50¢ back then. (probably still do, if they make them) She would answer the door for trick or treaters like that.
This obsession didn't come off the wind, folks!
My grandfather was known for throwing a sheet over his head and standing outside a window till one of finally noticed and ran screaming from the room to find my grandma.
"Tiny...are you scaring these kids again!?"
Crazy aunt Joan (everyone has one...right? someone not related that was just always at every family party...no...just me?) use to do the entire Wicked Witch of the West routine. Green make up and all! I wouldn't even go through the front door as a kid. My folks had to sneak me around the back. She would use balloons for humps on her back. She thought it would calm my fears if I was the one that got to pop them with a pin.
Ya...not so much.
When I was in high school, we made our family home a walk-through, haunted house for 5 years. Gilbert Manor would have a line going down the block. No one could believe we didn't take money for it. (the story of my poor, penniless life)
And while the Hunted Mansion at Disneyland was the bane of my existence as a little kid, it became my lusty wish to live there at some point. I wanted to be the knight that jumped out at visitors for a very brief period.
I would have to say....Halloween has been my longest relationship to date. And because of that, I try to keep Halloween true in my heart every year. (even if that makes me a weirdo.
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