Random Memories

Ah! Wasn't the Chilean mine rescue awesome? I watched it all day. It was awesome! Bless. Loved it. 2 thumbs up! We're in the middle of fall and the leaves are changing and the air is crisp and the need for spiced scented candles is at an all time high. I find I have to keep reminding myself that Halloween is right around the corner as some jerks are already putting up Christmas decorations and messing with my mojo. I've been watching films to get back in the mood and so far I have watched:
Monster Squad - first time for me, w.t.f.?
Van Helsing- meh
Hocus Pocus- I love this film. No haters.
Beetlejuice- na duh.
Scream 1 and 2- the only type of scary film I can watch, with a blanket over my head
Sleepy Hollow (Tim Burton)- oh Christina Ricci, not a good look
The Addams Family- 1 and 2- these are incredible films, seriously.
Corpse Bride- heart
And coming up, Lost Boys and It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. Oh boy, child of mine, prepare to watch all of these films during your childhood.

As The Husband and I prepare for a new addition to our hilariously slightly disfunctional unit of 2, I can't help but realise that we are still child like. Our apartment, not badly decorated and definitely not child proof, is filled with random toys. We have a toy car track, several toy remote controlled boats, miniature desk bowling set, vibrating foam boob (it's for stress relief), Hot Wheels cars, and just recently, The Husband purchased a retro dancing Gizmo doll. Le sigh. This morning he walked in on me making a sculpture out of Play Doh..

Me: Smell this!
G: What?
Me: Play Doh! Doesn't it bring back memories.. Ah SNNNIIIIFF! Breathe that in. SMELL IT!
G: I think you've had enough of the Play Doh
Me: Fascist.

And speaking of memories, I couldn't help but remember one Halloween when I was about 7 or 8. I had felt I had overplayed Princess Ballerina and it was time for me to move on. I had declared to my mother that it was time for me to be a witch. Bring it. We were living in Düsseldorf and the only Halloween type festivity was to walk around the International school in a parade. I lived for this. And my sister had been sent off to boarding school (heh) so I was the only one to represent my peeps. Holla. About a week before the parade, my mother had left on a trip with the promise that she'd take care of my witch costume...When she came back one night, while I was in bed, the lady put the witch costume in my room while I was sleeping. Holy Crap, I woke up in the middle of the night and all I could see was a damn witch sitting on a chair staring at me. I know she wanted me to wake up and be excited at seeing the costume but holy crap not at 2 in the morning when monsters lived under my bed. I think I lost 6 pounds in sweat that night. I'm so doing the same to my kid.

I ended up regretting being a witch that Halloween. There were so many Princess Ballerinas and I was jealous. I still feel guilty about my snit. Sorry Mom. I really did love the costume, after the cardiac arrest.

Happy Thursday!