Boo!

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love Halloween. I plan my costume months in advance and put a lot of effort into it.

This year is no exception. I am going to be Prom Queen 1983 in honour of the year of my birth. I have a selection of dresses perfect for a Halloween that happens to fall on a Saturday so that I can wear something different both Friday AND Saturday night. There could even be a mid-evening costume change incorporated.

I've said that I love Halloween more than Christmas. And that's not just something I say for dramatic emphasis. I think its actually a true statement. Halloween is just about fun. Pure, silly fun. There's no pressure or obligation to please family or to find perfect gifts. No baking involved; just grab a bag of candy. If you're resourceful (or happen to own a garbage bag full of vintage dresses like me!), you don't have to spend much money. Yes, it is the most wonderful time of the year, isn't it?

Okay, I realize I'm in the minority here and I basically use Halloween as an excuse to wear all my random dress up clothes without being mocked mercilessly in public. However, you have to admit, it is a pretty amusing night!

And with that, I leave you with this Halloween video. Anyone else remember singing this in French class in elementary school?? Tina?? :)



HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Rack of Lamb...for breakfast?

Today I received the following email:

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Since I have breakfast at 6:30, I get ferociously hungry at 10AM. Right now all I can think about is eating a rack of lamb.

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Hilarious.

I love Pat Benatar

I realize that nothing about that title makes me cool. I don't care. I love every song she's ever recorded. She's a wicked awesome 80s rocker chick and listening to her music makes me happy. I sing along and I feel good.

I've been in a bad mood lately. Work feels stressful. I got a nasty letter from the Property Manager due to a situation I don't think I can talk my way out of. I've learned that someone has pretty much the same Halloween costume planned as I do, and I've been a mean jerk to my very nice boyfriend and that makes me feel awful.

Anyways, I determined a remedy to get out of this funk. I put on my 80s party dress. (It's part of my Halloween costume, so I'm not really THAT much of an 80s obsessed freak). Cranked my friend Pat, and rocked out to the sweet sounds of All Fired Up (An overlooked classic in my opinion), Invincible, Love is a Battlefield and Hit Me With your Best Shot... and I feel better.

Nina Blackwood, my favourite Sirius Satellite radio host from 80's on 8, once said that the reason the 80s was such a happy decade was because the music was all about rockin' out, partying, having a fun and loving each other. Listen to the 80s and you'll never be sad. None of this ridiculous death metal or emo crap. Simple, awesome rock n' roll.

If you're happy and you know it...

So I had kind of a rough day today. Something blew up at work which caused me an unnecessary amount of stress. I definitley need to work on chilling out. Not to mention it was Monday, which is never really a stellar day of the week.

Anyways, I decided I needed to let off a little steam so I booked it to a spinning class as soon as I got home. I was walking there and this random old lady was kind of in my way, trying to feed the squirrels. She was pretty cute, cooing at this black squirrel up in the tree so I smiled as I walked by. She stopped me and said that she feeds this same squirrel everyday. Making small talk, I asked how she knew it was the same one. She said he had a little white patch on his tail and that he liked peanuts. Just as I was about to go on my way, she told me to wait and started rooting around in her little wheely carriage thing. I thought she was going to hand me peanuts to try and feed this squirrel with her but she pulled out all these cute little hand-painted cards that she said she painted herself and she wanted me to have one... for good luck.

I picked a nice pink rose with blue violets and told her I picked it to match my nails (they're pink today). She seemed delighted and told me to have a wonderful life. Isn't that nice?

I felt a little happier after that happened. :)

See? Not ALL people in Toronto are cold-hearted and mean.