I guess I'm just not a fan of holidays, because it seems that every time one occurs I get grumpy about it. Today is Halloween, and I'm just not interested. I really don't see the point of Halloween for adults. As a kid, I enjoyed dressing up and getting candy handed to me. Halloween was one of four times a year that involved loads of chocolate, a huge deal for any child. Santa brought some, as did the Easter Bunny and Grandmom when she came to visit, but Halloween brought the mother-load. I used to have a huge stash that I savored for months, and I don't fault any kid for wanting that.
Once you become too old for the trick-or-treating, though, I just don't see the draw. I don't like scary movies (thank you, Jack Nicholson) or haunted houses. I definitely don't seek the attention that wearing a costume to work would bring. The last time I dressed in a Halloween costume, I was eighteen and naive enough to give a Halloween dance a try. I went as Laurence of Arabia in full robes and ended up bored and overheated. I outgrew Halloween, and I don't understand why others haven't.
But maybe I'm just saying that because I've never been invited to a bitchin' Halloween party.
Next up, Thanksgiving. Stuffing: yuck. American football: yawn. Baking a turkey: yeah, right. I guess Tyler and I will just have to gather round the pecan pie.
Discoveries in nature and other random thoughts from 2006 to March 2012. Fizzies have not ended...
The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live, so that the longer we can stay among these things, so much the more is snatched from inevitable Time. --Richard Jefferies
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5 comments:
As the head of the Greater Southeast Association of Dentists and Orthodontic Specialists (GSADOS), I must concur with this post. Children simply do not realize the damage they do to their enamal by ingesting so much sugar. That is why on Halloween, I give out chicken cutlets, racks of lamb, chilean sea bass with grilled asparagus, truffles from the Perigord region of France,borscht, pickled hering, regular hering, garlic mashed potatoes, grass-fed and organic buffalo meatloaf, foie gras, liverwurst, fajitas, General Tso's chicken, Denver Omelettes, lobster bisque, chowders of assorted varities, dungeness crab rolls, beluga caviar, Boston baked beans, iceburg lettuce, spinach and artichoke dip, oatmeal, lutefisk, haggis, roasted portobello mushrooms, buttered carrots, stew, beef jerky, steak and cheese sandwiches, wheaties, wheat germ, wheat biscuits, slices of unbuttered wheat bread, wheat pancakes, corn on the cob, yams, rice cakes, works by glass artist Dale Chihuly, and slices of lunchmeat. It much better for everyone involved. Go Lions!!
You're a looney. How are the kids supposed to get those luscious meals home in their plastic jack-o-lanterns and pillow cases? They'd be cold and in a messy lump by the time the youngsters got a chance to eat them (although your mouthwatering list definitely got my attention. It's hard to find a good piece of Lutefisk these days).
By giving out Dale Chihuly's art, you risk the horrific tragedy of breakage, which would not only deprive the world of various masterpieces, but might also cut small childrens' fingers. This is unacceptable, and you, as a medical professional should know better. (By the way, If you haven't yet checked out the Museum of Glass in Tacoma, Washington, it's a MUST SEE).
I suggest that you spend some time investing in a dictionary, or at the very least learning how to use a spell check program, rather than wasting your time rooting for the Lions (who didn't appreciate Joey Harrington's charm and talents and don't deserve him anyway).
Cheers!
ps. I don't like to floss.
"Stuffing: yuck." Really? Wow. You ARE a communist.
I totally forgot! Next to my front door, I keep two giant vats of stove-top stuffing for little trick-or-treaters to help themselves to. And let me tell you, those vats are always empty by the end of the night!
And I would agree that anything less than providing free stuffing to all, TO EACH ACCORDING TO HIS NEED, is un-american. Go Lions!
I hardly think that stuffing is the opiate of the masses.
Maybe I shouldn't mention that I also dislike yams, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie. Am I going to be on some kind of watch list now?
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