Holiday Season is HERE!!!!

Ah, October is finally here! It's never officially fall until October rolls around. I used to get so excited about it as a little kid, mostly because Halloween was coming. Waiting till the end of the month seemed to take forever though. Now a days it flies by. The end of October is when my personal holiday season starts.

The first big event is Curt's birthday on the 27th, and birthdays are always fun even when they aren't your own. I can't believe he'll be 17 this year. Sometimes I forget he's really not that much younger than I am. I feel bad that I won't be there for him on his actually birthday. It's in the middle of the week but I am coming up north the weekend before his birthday, so he and I will do something to celebrate.

Four days later, it'll be Halloween! My family celebrated Halloween when I was younger, and I loved getting a new costume and going around my neighborhood trick-or-treating. On thing I hated as a little kid was having to wear a coat over my costume. I remember one year I was Meg from the Disney movie Hercules. I adored the costume because it was shiny and pink and just plain cute. When it was time to get ready, my mom did my hair and put some make up on me (another reason why I loved Halloween so much) and I went to go put my costume on. Now for those of you who don't remember what Meg's outfit looked like, here is a photo.

As you can see, no sleeves. Which really wasn't a problem for 7 year old me, but my mother really didn't think it was a good idea to send me out trick-or-treating like this on a cold, October, Utah night. She hands me a sweatshirt and tells me I have to wear it under the dress, and I also have to wear tights and my tennis shoes. Now, 7 year old me had a problem with this, actually several.

1. Meg doesn't wear a sweater under her dress. And I'm all about authenticity.
2. The sweater was white, and had a photo of a bunch of girls in a convertible on it. So it totally didn't match.
3. Meg always wore sandals. Cute, little gold sandals.
4. I HATED tights. With a passion exceeded by none. They were the bane of my existence and I was convinced that they were something I put up with for Sundays only. And even that took a lot of convincing from my mother.

I remember giving my mother all these arguments, thinking they were brilliant and she would have to see reason. I finished with a very snotty, "See, Meg doesn't wear any of these. Just the dress." To which my mother replied. "She didn't live in Utah"

She was totally right, and I just gave up. There may have been threats of no trick-or-treating if I didn't get my act together. As if the heavens wanted me to know that mom knew what she was talking about, it started snowing about an hour or so into trick-or-treating:). Looking back, I'm grateful that I had a mom who cared enough to make sure I would stay as warm and as comfortable as possible.

After Halloween I've got Thanksgiving and Christmas, which are always eventful and sometimes a little stressful. I always look forward to them, especially this year, as it'll be a chance to spend some time with my family. Then once Christmas is over, there is New Years and my dad's birthday! That takes care of January, which brings us to February, which means my birthday!!!

And that ends my holiday season, and I get the rest of the year to gear up, and get excited for next years.