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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : What, no Halloween?"

What, no Halloween?

Not this year. Life happens. First of all, when Stan signed up for vacation time back in January, one of the only slots he could get consumed Halloween. So we decided to visit his sister Adria and her family in the U.P. at that time. We decided we wouldn't even have a Halloween this year, and if we did, it would be spent on the road in a motel or something (gee, just like my 10th Halloween....bad memories from my childhood). Of course, we weren't exactly sure whether we'd actually get to take that vacation or not, as it was dependent on too many variables. So we had in the back of our mind the option that Stan was going to go as Ozzy, just in case we got to spend Halloween at home. We almost bought the blue round glasses. I still couldn't figure out what to be for myself; I don't look a bit like Sharon. As the time drew nearer, we were fairly certain that we would be able to travel, so Ozzy was becoming a "maybe next year" plan. So I cut Stan's hair...not short, it's still ponytailable--he still has dude hair, but short enough so that it's not Ozzyable anymore. However, a few days before we left, Stan's job sprung the surprise on him that October 31st was the day that he and other people would be able to sign up for vacation schedules for next year. Well, if Stan wouldn't be available at work that day, he'd be last on the list and get slim pickings--essentially, no blocks of time, just days here and there, which, when you can't afford airfare, leaves one just kicking around at home and unable to roadtrip (which is the only way we can afford to travel). So Stan worked on Halloween--the latest shift. By the time he got home around 7 o'clock, all four of our trick-or-treaters had come and gone (Four kids total...yes, you read right...Stan blames it on the 22 steps--like the 22 Major Arcana in a Tarot deck--one has to climb to get to our front door.). It was really too late to do anything as far as going out...we had no costumes and we were still exhausted from our abbreviated U.P. trip.

So we stayed home and watched Alice Cooper host VH1 Classic. Yeah, lame. I'm old. And tired. And I couldn't think of a costume anyway...my last year's was trite as it was. And Plato got sick at the kennel, so we spent all night waking up every two hours to take him out to poop.

No, not one of the better Halloweens costume-wise.

5 Comments

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Posted by interrobang @ 11:01:2002:11:55 AM CST

Hi!

Posted by Ann @ 11:02:2002:09:01 AM CST

If kids can't walk 22 steps to get candy, it must mean they've already got too much of it ;)
Hope Plato is doing well again.

Posted by Nico @ 11:03:2002:02:25 PM CST

Plato's getting better. It was really scary for a while...he was so sad and not hungry and he had the squirts forever...pure liquid. Yeah, I know, gross.

Vet gave him meds and a special diet and said we could give him Kaopectate. I didn't know you could give kao to a dog...had I known, I would've tried that first and saved me $50.

Posted by Ann @ 11:03:2002:04:53 PM CST

So Ozzy was really too
many variables.

Posted by aseyelum @ 11:08:2002:02:38 PM CST

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