Weekly Roundup
It's Thursday, which means I'm here.. becuase I said I would be.. but right now I can't think of anything to write. I mean I have some things I am thinking about but not formulated for a post. Monday is Halloween and I'm going to go trick-or-treating with Clarissa and the kiddies; Cat invited some of Clarissa's play group for a Halloween themed dinner and then group trick or treating. I'm excited to go with the kids becuase Clarissa has an AMAZING costume- her Godparents from Texas sent her an official Tangled costume, complete with wig (seriously this thing cost over 100 bucks total with shipping) and I sooo wish I somehow had a Mother Gothel costume to wear with her.
I'm a little bummed out that I'm not going to be able to dress up myself, much less go to any parties. Halloween here in Germany is still relatively new, and only for kids. Seriously, like it's only been around 5 years or so since children started trick or treating. There are some decorations in the stores, but pickings are slim. Cat went and got 2 pumpkins and I'm going to carve them (and then roast the seeds to eat). I always remember how much fun my brother and I had as children when my mom would take us to the "pumpkin patch" (back in the day when it wasn't a glorified carnival like it is now). My brother and I would search the entire place looking to find the perfect pumpkin for our budding art skills. Carving was always a group affair, my brother and I would sit outside on the patio table and carve our pumpkins for what seemed like hours until our arms were covered in goop to our armpits, fingers stiff from the cold. Our mom would come out, flick the patio light on and remark about dinner or the likes.
I love Halloween. It is my favorite holiday of the year, I look forward to this more than my birthday and Christmas (but honestly I've never really cared for Christmas very much-blasphemy I know). My brother, grandma and I would crawl up into the attic, battling real spider webs so we could plaster fake ones on our walls, chimney, and front entrance- much to my mom's dismay. My dad would hammer the skeleton pumpkin cutout on the yard year after year, and year after year our heads were a little taller while he stayed the same forever holding his jack-o-lanterns and his skeleton tie. I went trick or treating with the same group of people until my 6th grade, my best friend Diana was in 8th grade and after that she was "too cool" to go trick or treating.. but before the group split apart I remember those nights being endless. We would wander for what felt forever, our bags clutched tightly in our hands, my brother and I scarfing down as much candy as we could while our parents duitfully trailed behind ever keeping the watchful eye for axe murders, razorblades in apples, and opened candy.
I think I'm going to need to stop now, I'm crying really hard now. Sorry guys. This post just made me feel really sad and nostalgic for my childhood.. and for my grandma.
I love you Yaya. I wish I had a picture with me of us from Halloweens when we used to dress up in costumes and you would put on your scary mask and scare trick-or-treaters.
I'm a little bummed out that I'm not going to be able to dress up myself, much less go to any parties. Halloween here in Germany is still relatively new, and only for kids. Seriously, like it's only been around 5 years or so since children started trick or treating. There are some decorations in the stores, but pickings are slim. Cat went and got 2 pumpkins and I'm going to carve them (and then roast the seeds to eat). I always remember how much fun my brother and I had as children when my mom would take us to the "pumpkin patch" (back in the day when it wasn't a glorified carnival like it is now). My brother and I would search the entire place looking to find the perfect pumpkin for our budding art skills. Carving was always a group affair, my brother and I would sit outside on the patio table and carve our pumpkins for what seemed like hours until our arms were covered in goop to our armpits, fingers stiff from the cold. Our mom would come out, flick the patio light on and remark about dinner or the likes.
I love Halloween. It is my favorite holiday of the year, I look forward to this more than my birthday and Christmas (but honestly I've never really cared for Christmas very much-blasphemy I know). My brother, grandma and I would crawl up into the attic, battling real spider webs so we could plaster fake ones on our walls, chimney, and front entrance- much to my mom's dismay. My dad would hammer the skeleton pumpkin cutout on the yard year after year, and year after year our heads were a little taller while he stayed the same forever holding his jack-o-lanterns and his skeleton tie. I went trick or treating with the same group of people until my 6th grade, my best friend Diana was in 8th grade and after that she was "too cool" to go trick or treating.. but before the group split apart I remember those nights being endless. We would wander for what felt forever, our bags clutched tightly in our hands, my brother and I scarfing down as much candy as we could while our parents duitfully trailed behind ever keeping the watchful eye for axe murders, razorblades in apples, and opened candy.
I think I'm going to need to stop now, I'm crying really hard now. Sorry guys. This post just made me feel really sad and nostalgic for my childhood.. and for my grandma.
I love you Yaya. I wish I had a picture with me of us from Halloweens when we used to dress up in costumes and you would put on your scary mask and scare trick-or-treaters.