I always look forward with great enthusiasm for the holidays to arrive, but I'm also very happy when they're finally over. Halloween, last night, was no exception. This was the second year I volunteered to work the kitchen. No....I'm not a hooker. It was for the children's Halloween Party at the Township Hall. I think more and more parents are choosing to attend these types of parties with their children in tow, rather than take them door to door nowadays. They play games and have contests and prizes, and their costumes are judged. There's plenty of food and snacks for all of them and their parents, and they get quite a bit of candy in a bag to take home.
I am a pretty jumpy person. I scare easily, and this is why. When I was young, my mom never monitored what we watched on television. Many times at night, I would be up sitting in the middle of the living room floor, watching some pretty scary stuff on t.v. Without fail, my brother...or somebody...would sneak up behind me and just about scare the p*** out of me. I was sooo enthralled by the movie, that I never heard him coming. It seemed that he would always get me at the most perfect time. I would sit there fixated with the movie, because I was normally too dang scared to get up and run...or to even just simply turn the t.v. off. I would get so scared that I would almost faint. My brother, who is 5 years older than I, thought that was pretty funny.
My kids used to think it was pretty funny to scare me, too. I would be in the laundry room, and with the sound of the washer and dryer going, one or the other would sneak in and yell while jabbing me in the ribs. I HATED that! Believe me, I tried to pay them back. When I knew they were coming down the hall, I would dodge into one of the rooms and wait for them to come by. Guess what? It never worked. I would be the one to scare myself. They wouldn't even jump! Little brats.........
Last night at the Halloween Party, there was an adult dressed as...whatever it was, but 'it' just stood there with its hand on its hip and just 'looked' at me through the opening in the kitchen. It really made me nervous, so I went over to my friend, Shirl, and asked her who that 'thing' might be. She said she didn't know, but someone else in the kitchen did. When she said his name, I did remember who he was from the party last year, and I was okay. This is the reason I volunteer at the Hall. I'm too scared to open my door to trick or treaters! It's okay if they're little, but it's the ones who stand 5'2" and over that really give me the willies.
As frightened as I was of this 'it', it was not as scary as last year when TWO clowns entered the kitchen! Oh my gawd! I about lost every bit of sanity I had left. (No comments on this, please... ) I was scared out of my ever loving mind. They were both about eight feet tall and didn't say anything at all. They just stood there with those hideous, painted on happy faces..... I'm glad that I had just put down the tray of hotdogs, or those doggies and the matching buns would have been all over the floor! It turned out to be one of the head honchos of the Township Hall and his wife........and okay......they weren't quite eight feet tall. Actually, once I was introduced to them, they weren't even close to six feet tall, but that is what happens when you fear something so much. I LOVE funny people.....but I DO NOT like clowns. I never have, and I never will. I must have watched a scary show at one time or another with clowns. But I do remember as a child screaming and running from one at the Shrine Circus when he was coming at me.......... I don't know. I'll take Freddie Kruger any day over a clown.
Thanksgiving is next. I love Thanksgiving. It's a whole lot of work, but well worth it. I believe I am traveling to Michigan again this year to my daughter's home. I would leave on Wednesday. I do most of the cooking for that, too.....but nothing about it scares me.
Hope you're all having a great Sunday!
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missliss78

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Nov 1 @ 8:22PM
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Great blog, summer! Glad you had so much fun last nite. I'll have to tell you in private why my Mom says I am so easily scared. I usually look forward to the holiday season for the same reasons as yourself, but things are changing around here. Mom & I already decided we would not be cooking this year & since that decision was made, we are also planning on moving. Guess next year we may need to start some new traditions.
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gunn12fan

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Nov 1 @ 8:25PM
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Cool beans
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Jacksonboy

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Nov 1 @ 8:27PM
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No....I'm not a hooker.
Are you sure???
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moon_watcher53

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Nov 1 @ 8:49PM
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Not much doubt that our lifelong fears were instilled when we are impressionable little tykes. At some point some boy chased a girl with a spider, snake or mouse and then it caught on and became the childhood thing to do. I've watched a movie or two where the clown was the villain. Tentfire is quite good at putting spells and hexes on Nigerian scammers, maybe she could un-hex you from the clowns !!
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butterfly943

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Nov 1 @ 9:05PM
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So cute...hey im with you on clowns I am scared to death of them I dont even like looking at them in a picture
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WouldntItBeGr8To

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Nov 3 @ 12:58AM
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You are not alone..."Coulrophobia-Fear Of Clowns" Here a quote from an article I have attached:
Fear Of Clowns Treatment: Treatment options include medications, hypnotherapy, and various therapies designed to have us face down coulrophobia until we manage the situation more rationally. Unless this phobia is extremely severe, it's probably a less intrusive approach to just avoid clowns and other triggers...particularly for children with this phobia. I have met many that it. Click on the article, it is very interesting! Coulrophobia Have a happy Thanksgiving
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kywonder

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Nov 9 @ 5:10AM
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I hate any kind of scary movies. I think they open doors of fears. But I have always like clowns. Painted to portraits once of clowns. But I used my daughter's face as a model, so they were not frightening. I asked my daughter why people were afraid of clowns and she said it was because they made people think they were hiding something behind that mask they paint on their faces.
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