This year I admitted to Curly that I could not wait for Halloween because it meant no basketball or Irish dancing practices. No games. No school conferences. Nothing but a pesky doorbell.
Back when the kids were younger, I enjoyed the challenge of creating awesome Halloween costumes. As a result, half of our storage room in the basement resembles Jim Henson's studio.
I made a knight riding on a horse for 5 yr old Laddie. It got lots of funny looks because his legs were hidden under the horses long covering and we had fake legs attached to the sides.
There were the Star Wars years. Chewey. Jawa. Yoda. Princess Leah. Our Christmas card one year had a picture of the kids in Halloween Star Wars attire with the words: May the Force Be With You this Christmas!
Probably my biggest accomplishment was the Sesame Street characters. Big Bird. Cookie Monster. Oscar. Elmo. I did not make them all the same year. It was gradual.
For a few years our friends had an awesome Halloween party - adults only. One year a month before the party, I told Coach I really wanted to turn him into Gumby. He is tall and thin. I could make myself Pokey. He resisted, but never get in the way of a creative wife and her pinking sheers.
That year our friends decided NOT to host the party. The costumes were already done. I was so bummed. Coach wore Gumby to work and treated patients while wearing it. It got lots of laughs.
The same friends hosted a party this year. It centered around their kid's birthday. Adults and kids alike attended. Not exactly the same vibe as the adults only raves we were accustomed to, but we dusted off Gumby and his pony pal Pokey too, because 'if you've got a heart, than Gumby's a part of you.'
I am usually careful about not revealing our true identity - but I am throwing caution to the wind (or more honestly, ditching my fear that Mary Ann might stumble across this blog and see how her behavior over the years has impacted her neighbors). I wanted you to see Gumby in motion. Reg and Tank make cameos.
|Coach: 'I am hot. I need to go to the bathroom. I can barely bend my arms to reach my beer.' Me: 'I worked hard on this costume, damn it, Gumby!'|
I spoke to the mom of a friend of Curly's for a big part of the night. Folks, I am struggling in the 'what am I going to do now that I have decided I would like a career' thought process. This woman went on about this great job offer she just got. While she was supposed to be deciding about it, she was lucky enough to get a 2nd interview to her dream job. Translation: she might end up with 2 job offers! She started looking for a job because she wanted to get back into marketing from her current position.
In my head, I was like, 'Shit, I can't get out from under my changing diapers position even though I have a marketing degree.' HEAVY SIGH. Then I confided in her that I am hopeful to get my book published, even if I have to self publish it, etc.
Her current job is at some kind of a book distributor. I think children's books. Not sure, but she is not exactly in the business of editing and publishing novels. STILL she decided to cut into my orange foam body and yank out my little defenseless Pokey heart with this gem: 'Oh, yeah. Those don't really end up selling.'
Not the kind of thing you say at a damn party when someone shares their hopes and dreams. Right?!?! Even if she is correct.
I found Gumby and we took our one dimensional selves on home after that. (really we are old, and we were ready to go anyway). Party foul to steer clear of though: I have a great job. I have a great job offer. I have a possible even better offer. Oh, and you might want to rethink your dream.'
A FEW OLDIES BUT GOODIES:
|retro! Circa 2005|
|Last week: Curly trying on Oscar in the basement. He needed a few adjustments and I need to snap a photo of her wearing him once he got all spruced up.|
|The four youngest: circa 2013 or 2014|
|The knight riding on the horse. I think this is Eddie. Legendary.|