Scary Movie Favorites

Ah, Halloween. What a positively spooky time of year. We have some decorations out front and some lights inside our humble abode keeping the Boogey-man under the bed (or in the closet - I don't even want to look). We even have a blood moon Wednesday - the witches will be out dancing and the werewolves out creeping for sure! 

This time of year I love to see (if I am brave enough) some of my favorite scary movies.  These are mine, I am sure you have a long list yourself.

Sixth Sense

Nightmare on Elm Street

Halloween (original)

Anything with Vincent Price, Boris Karloff, or Bela Lagosi

Exorcist

And then there is that one I can't remember the name of, you know where the guy breaks in the house and shoots at the owners. Oh wait, that one is real! 

I need to get out and buy some candy. Maybe we will even give some to the kids! 

May this month give you the willies and may you think you see dead people if only for the next 24 days.  Live long, be scared, hold someone tight, and eat lots of popcorn.

As Dracula would say, "Blah, blah, blah" 

Please tell me I wasn't that dumb

Despite reports to the contrary, life doesn't end when you have a child. Life expands. It becomes things you didn't know it could be. Relationships may change, but they can become stronger, different, and you will likely start to have a new set of friends. 

You will still get to go out. You will still get to play golf. Your name will stay the same and you even get another one - Momma or Daddy.

I know it seems amazing, but other people have had children. Child birth is kind of a regular thing. 

If you are thinking about, planning on, or even in the throws of having a baby, please know life does not end, I repeat, life does not end. Trust me. Now, I hope I don't have to tell you this again. 

1975

Last Friday night was the first time I had to spend the night alone since the night we were burglarized. I could have sworn I was 9 years old and sitting in the living room of my house at 209 S Roeske Ave. I still remember that night in 1975. My parents went out and thought I would be ok alone for a short while. Remember everyone, the dark is not my friend. I turned on every light in the house. The TV was up probably as loud as it would go to drown out scary sounds. I sat where I could see all the doors. My neighbor Mr. Tylisz came to check on me and I didn't even hear him knocking. Needless to say, my parents came home early likely realizing I couldn't handle it. I said I was fine. I seem to remember Mr. Tylisz there shaking his head the opposite way! 

Well last Friday there was no neighbor to pound on the door and check on me, that would have been embarrassing considering 50 is just around the corner. No parents to come home early. Just me, my dogs, and my wild imagination. The lights were on all night just like the alarm. The dogs were never far. I watched more movies that night than I have in 2 months. It's all good though. I survived and worked out more of the fear that was left from that awful August night. 

So many things change...so many stay the same. 

Daddy's Little Girl

The day finally comes. There is singing and speeches and pomp and circumstance. Then there is the search through the crowds to find her. At the same time she is looking...where is she? Where are they?

She spies his bright green shirt. She knows it is him. She breaks formation and runs to him.  Tears flow. Joy is abound. Only a picture holds the words...

Not angry

An armed burglar broke into our home in the wee hours of Monday morning.  He stole some things very personal to me and he shot at us, but we live to tell the tale.

In talking to my mom she said 'you must be so angry.' I'm not.  I don't know why. In my past when a major event like this happened I would get really emotional...angry.

Maybe I have reached maturity after all these years.  Some people get there later than others. Maybe I have reached a level of peace this past year that I didn't have before.  Whatever it is, I am good with it. 

All I know is I am putting things back together and moving on. Hoping this doesn't ever happen again.

Be safe.

Ten minutes

For 30 days you wonder, worry, imagine, cry, rationalize, remember, encourage, believe, write, and write, and write.

Then it happens...the phone call.

Ten of the greatest minutes ever.  The voice sounds like pure happiness feels.  It is enough until the next time.  I.Am.Relieved.

The hardest part

Haven't blogged in a while.  Haven't felt like it.  I am being a bit selfish.  Emmy left for the military and I am wallowing in the fact that I can't go see her whenever I want.  What is that?  I have always been able to do what I want when I want to.  Now I can't.  I'll get over it and she will come back with new skills and experiences.  But in the meantime, I will continue to shed a tear here and there.