Yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. - Author Unknown
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, always has been. Actually any holiday where I have an excuse to stuff my face with candy is my favorite but I really love Halloween. I love the decorations (what other time of the year can you put up a blood splattered zombie on your front door without the neighbors calling the police) and I love seeing little ones in their costumes.
I admit there have been years when my hubby and I have turned off the lights in the house and we’ve pretended not to be home. Now that we have our daughter, we really get into it and love having the neighbor kids knocking on our door in search of candy that their parents will sneak into and eat later on.
Another reason why I love Halloween, my MIL. After 15 years of her making me feel inadequate, saying things that make me cry, and undermining everything I do or say, I discovered a small way to exact some revenge. Do you want to know my secret? Well, I’ll tell you anyway. Duh Duh Duh, it’s revenge by greeting cards.
On most holidays and her birthday I get her an inappropriate card. I should clarify that it’s inappropriate by her standards (not mine) if it doesn’t have rainbows and butterflies and it doesn’t say something very serious. I’ve always liked the somewhat shocking and funny greeting cards and can thank my own mom for that…thanks mom! I don’t remember receiving that many “serious” cards over my lifetime.
I don’t just send these cards to my MIL but to everyone I know. For my FIL’s birthday recently, I sent a card and on the cover it looked like a buttcrack peeking out of underwear i.e plumber’s crack. Inside, it was an ant reading a newspaper. Heh!
The in-laws usually have their church group come over for things like birthdays and holidays. I find it funny that they have to take the card that I send off of their fireplace mantle so the group doesn’t see it.
What’s so great about Halloween is not only do I get to send my MIL an “inappropriate” greeting card but she also hates this holiday. She despises it, thinks it’s the devil’s work, finds it to be evil. She doesn’t even pass out candy to the kids in her neighborhood because it’s “satan’s holiday”. So I get a double whammy when I send her a card for Halloween.
This year the card I sent her has a ghost on the cover and asks “What do you get when you goose a ghost?” Inside it says “A handful of sheet.” I can’t wait to see what’s in store for Thanksgiving.
*I’m moving Music Monday to Sunday. I would like to concentrate more on writing during the week. I thought of giving up playing music on my blog but that only lasted a few seconds.
Glen Hansard – What Happens When The Heart Just Stops
Since I was young I have loved all things Irish and hope to go to Ireland someday. Several years ago I discovered an Irish musician that is still one of my favorites, Damien Rice. One of the times my hubby and I went to see him in concert, he had an opening act called the Swell Season (Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova). The music they played that night was so beautiful and the stories Glen told were captivating.
I hadn’t heard of them before but they seemed awfully familiar. I later found out they were promoting their movie Once (which is excellent). I saw the movie trailer before that night and really wanted to see the film. Looking back I thought it was funny because during their set they never mentioned the movie.
I don’t want to come off as some “music snob” but I really gravitate towards true musicians that just need a guitar and/or their voice. Don’t get me wrong, I love pop songs, but I really love musicians that don’t use autotune and who don’t need to lip-synch.
Glen Hansard is one of those musicians and his music is so pure and true. When he sings, I can feel the emotion and know this is what he was put on this earth to do. He is also in the Irish band The Frames, who I love, and was in another movie, The Commitments, back in the 90′s.
I will never forget when Glen and Marketa won an Oscar for the song Falling Slowly. It was such a great moment for two very deserving musicians.
I hope everyone has a great week!
Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova- Falling Slowly
The Frames – Finally
A mother, Jill, is grieving for her son and is being attacked and bullied by others. It sickens me and I hope that you will go to Loralee’s site to show your support. You can go here to learn more about it.
This has got to stop! As I’ve said before, we’re all in this together. We need to support each other. Please help stop the hatred and show this mama some love.
Favorite Things: Opposites
My daughter quietly reading her books.
Then having her squeal with excitement.
A hot cup of black tea.
A glass of coke, extra ice.
Eating a nectarine, so good.
Later, having a piece of chocolate.
Reading historical biographies late at night.
Getting US Weekly in the mail.
Not all, but some favorite things.
Go to Making Things Up for more six word fridays.
I’m linking up with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop this week and one of her writing prompts that caught my eye was a memorable babysitting job.
When I was 15 my dad knew a woman who was in a jam and needed a babysitter at the last minute. With the exception of my younger sister, I never did any babysitting but said sure. The woman had a 4-year-old daughter and dropped her off early one night. She was going out for a girls night with a friend who was also with her.
The mom was only going to be gone a few hours and the little girl seemed pretty mellow…at first. The mom and I chatted for a bit before she left. She was telling me that she needs to find a babysitter for the weekends and would like for me to take on the job if I wanted. I told her I would love to accept the job. Before she came over, I had been watching television and left it on while babysitting. She told me that it would be fine if her daughter wanted to watch some television while she was out.
After the mom left with her friend, the little girl, although very sweet, became a tornado as she ran through the house. Babysitting when you’re 15 is the perfect birth control. I spent the whole time racing around the house trying to keep up with a 4-year-old, never paying attention to what was on television.
Finally I found something to distract the little one. We were playing dress up in my bedroom and I was able to sit down for a bit to catch my breath while she danced around my bedroom and tried on my clothes. I heard a knock on the front door and raced to open it, knowing it was the mom. That’s when I heard screams coming from the television. No, not those kind of screams. The kind where a crazy psychopath is chasing down some girl with a chainsaw kind of screams.
I had been oblivious to what was on television as the little girl kept me busy and we had been at the back of the house most of the time. I was mortified, the mom looked like she wanted to chase me down with a chainsaw, and her friend was in disbelief. Can you say Awkward?!
I was fumbling my words, trying to stress the fact that we never did watch television and we’re in my bedroom most of the time playing dress up. Like she really believed me. ha! So we were standing there in silence except for the screams and murder by chainsaw sounds coming from the television.
The mom was pretty much speechless, scooped up her daughter and gave me a quick goodbye as she and her friend left the house. Surprisingly, I never heard from her again. Hmmm….I wonder why?
Needless to say, she thought it was the best thing ever!
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