Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy Halloween!

A little late perhaps, but technically it's still Halloween, so.... okay it's late.

I've been battling a lingering cold, walking dogs, editing podcasts and walking more dogs. There's a lot of poop in my life. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

My newest addition, little Gemma, has been wearing her Halloween costume for 3 days - it suits her and she seems to like wearing it. Today alone no less than a dozen people took her photo on the street, yesterday a man stopped his car to hop out and shoot her paparazzi-style.

A total stranger saw me taking photos of her and insisted I let her take a shot of us together. I don't much like having my photo taken, especially first thing in the morning when I'm out walking the dog and haven't even washed my face yet, but I did it any way.

I'm shocked that I was smiling and Gemma was not.

Look at me, I've got bows AND a hat!

This is her glamour shot for sure.

When you only have three teeth, Witch is an easy costume.

A very busy Witch walks with a purpose!

This is sooo not me.

I tried it on Basil but it looked more Pilgrim than Witch on him. Basil, the Puritan. Hmmm.

Gary and I have been recording podcasts like crazy and have two special Halloween 'casts up. Part I and Part II - together they amount to 40 minutes of Halloween stories. A new podcast on Speakeasies will be up tomorrow, it runs a lighter 11 minutes. If you listen, we'd love to hear what you think about them!

I was so busy this past week that I didn't even take time to write about my Happy Day Anniversary. Six years now! SIX! When I look around my life and how happy I am every day (even when I feel sick, or blue, I'm still happy) I am so grateful that I was so lucky on October 27, 2004 and that I started taking my meds and that I am here, alive and no longer suicidal. It's always a shock to me that I can feel this good when six years ago I was ready to throw it all away. On the morning of my Happy Day I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, until I stopped and had a few minutes cry remembering how horrible everything felt back then. Then I mopped up and the smile was back - it's good to be alive. So good.



Gary said...

At least the poop in your life now is the kind you can put in your pocket and throw away (or not).

LadrĂ³n de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

All three of you look lovely in those hats, though I agree it's probably not quite Basil's style. I'll see if I can find a doggy bowler for him.