three cheers for Jamie Lee Curtis

Halloween has come and gone. Five things of note:

1.) Happening upon an unexpected dog Halloween party while walking with your dog on Halloween night is delightful. Our dog wasn’t dressed for the party but he looks quite like a black sheep so that counts, right?
2.) Living in a building full of lofts where people like to open their doors and throw multiple Halloween parties all at once is also quite delightful. Kind of like a college dorm but with 30+ year olds. I don’t think I found any pee in the hall so I guess maybe not quite college dorm but close.
3.) I’ve come to the point in my life where Facebook on Halloween is now comprised of kids/babies in costumes rather than big adult peoples in costumes. Congrats to all the mamas and papas out there…you guys have a lot of really cute kids.
4.) Also, related to #3 why hadn’t anyone thought to create the warm/cozy sweat suit-ish costumes in the 80’s to keep us kids warm way back when? I recall lots of hard plastic and thin fabrics and the first night of snow happening on Halloween night.
5.) C-tron and I declared that every Halloween we would like to institute a tradition of caramel apple eating. Caramel apple eating is good for the soul (as long as we don’t have dentures).

Homemade salted caramel sauce, a couple of apples, paired with The Bruery Autumn Maple beer, a glass of milk (to be consumed with the apple not with the beer) and the movie Halloween = even more delightful feelings.

Three cheers to Jamie Lee Curtis! (we really did cheers to her and yes I really did take a photo of our TV while watching the movie. I had the camera right there so I thought “Why not?!”).

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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