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.


HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

2 comments:

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.