Things that happened to me/around me on Halloween:
- I woke up at exactly 3am and creeped myself out by remembering the scene from The Exorcism of Emily Rose where they say that the evil things come out to play at 3am. I thought this would be especially creepy on Halloween. Waited for ax murderer. He never showed up.
- Had a dream that my father wanted to shoot me with a rifle in a two-story house I've never been in. I was defending myself and Amos with a pair of scissors. I can only explain this dream by the thought of not wanting family insanity to trickle down to Amos. Also, Phil had complained earlier in the day that he couldn't find the scissors. Apparently, I was running with them in my head.
- Our black cat, Wilbur, was outside climbing on the deck rails. I brought her inside early so that mischief could not be brought down on her by those seeking to bring harm to black cats on Halloween. She thanked me by scratching my nipple, which was easily accessed by sharp claws through my shirt. Made a mental note to stop going bra-less when fetching the cat. Also made a mental note that perhaps I am "those" seeking to bring harm to black cats...
- Phil bought more candy in anticipation of many witches and goblins because we ate too much of the Costco candy. Denver weather turned nasty and cold, so we lacked the onslaught of chocolate-seeking children. Now we have even more candy to rot our teeth! Yay!
- We applied the cute witchy hat to Amos' head so that he could greet trick and/or treaters at the door for his first Halloween. Former neighbors came to the door in costume with their one-year-old daughter. As soon as Amos saw them, he screamed bloody murder. I apologized, saying that he's never like this. Made mental note to not say such things, because it seemed to imply that they are the only ones who repulse my child. Made a second mental note that it probably doesn't matter, because these are the same former neighbors who already think I am extremely inappropriate.
- I'm closing down the night by posting my first NaBloPoMo post. How exciting!
- Less exciting: posting while using the breast pump, which is causing extraordinary pain as it pulls at the cat-scratched nipple. Make mental note to check for blood in the collected milk. Perhaps a bit of iron will not hurt Amos, or will it turn him into a vampire if he receives bloody milk the day after Halloween?
Hmm...
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Things of (creepy) note
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Yay! Chocolates!
Broken nipples = no fun at all. I should never have mentioned that Amy didn't crack my nipples when we learnt to nurse, because she tears them all the time now. Sigh.
Sounds like you had a great Hallowe'en.
oh freaky ... you should have made it 13 things for Thursday thirteen and Halloweeeeeen !
did you join us nursing/breast feeding mums group on NaBLoPoMo ...sorry if you have already.
I remembering long nights of pumping... not as much fun but still a sense of satisfaction seeing those bottle fill.
Thanks for dropping by my blog and your kind comments.
We can keep other going for the next 29 posts/ days.
Ah, nipples. The only baby torture I get on mine is when Braden grabs them and pinches down, twisting, with his sweet little hands as he climbs his Mommy Monkey Bars.
Braden came to the door for each Trick-or-Treater and just looked at them, like, "Who the hell invited you hosers?"
And we have way too much candy left. I'm fat.
I keep hearing Ted Nugent sing, "Cat-scratched Nipple!" in my head.
i want candy.. we had none !!
although they gave us witches hats and false teeth at pub quiz last nite,
oh yeah and werewof hand gloves !!, the bottle of bud kept slipping through though !!
Sorry to hear about the nipple. I remember when Neilen bit mine so hard that he drew blood. Never had a cat scratch it, though. I did dream about cats last night. I also dreamed that I was involved in a scary movie in which a group of students banned together to protect their beloved baseball glove. A different student slept outside using the glove as their pillow each night, and each morning the others awoke to find that the student's head was smashed in.
So I was the one who finally caught the villain. I won't get into the gory details, but yeah, he was killed. And I need to check myself into a psych ward immediately. Just thought I'd share. Heh.
The Halloween excitement was a bit lacking. What kind of wussy little kids won't go out trick-or-treating just because it's a little chilly? Jeez, kids, there's free candy out there! And it's being given out by people with scratched nipples! How much more creepy fun can you ask for?
okay, i am so happy to know that i am not the only one...i often wake up at 3am...as soon as i see the clock i think of that movie. and then i can't go back to sleep because i hear all kinds of noises that i am sure are nasty things coming to get me!
secondly...ouch! nipple cat-scratch..that's bad! my boys tend to like to climb up on me if i lie down on the couch, and for some reason they think the best way to get up is to use my nipple to pull themselves up...they are 26 and 30 pounds...OUCH!
Cat scratching the nipple sounds horrendous! But blood in the milk won't harm the baby.
Hope you have fewer creepy things for the rest of November!
I wish we did more for Halloween over here, the werewolve's hands would cool that Gareth and I had in the pub quiz.
Gareth and i didnt answer the door to any trick or treaters mainly becasue we went to pub quiz instead! The best part was when a strange old drunk woman dressed as a witch came into the pub and said how nice it was t osee us all dressed the part as the rest of the town was "dead"! she tried to make a move to sit next the Gareth whcih scared the poo out of him! that was the most frightened i have seen Gareth in a long while!
I can't stop laughing at Lotus's cat scratch nipple!
Cat-scratched-nipple???!!! Eeek, that is the scariest thing I heard this halloween. Make me hurt just thinking about it.
I believe I hear a come back Ted Nugent song Cat Scratch Nipple. Alert VH-1.
While you were dreaming of homicidal parent's this was my dream - I was in a darkened theater yelling out: "Cyrano de Bergerac? Cyrano de Bergerac, is there a Cyrano de Bergerac here? Okay - how about someone with an abnormally large proboscis?" And I have no idea what the hell that was about unless your family insanity hop, skipped and jumped over my way. ;)
The NaBloPoMo sounds cool - I was afraid it was about something else. Oops!
Everyone - I should have known better to think that you would concentrate on anything else I said other than "nipples." HAHAHA.
Veronica - Babies have a way of making you eat your words. "Never say never," wise words from James Bond.
baby~amore' - First, you make it difficult for me to spell out your moniker. Haha. I didn't realize that there was a Thursday Thirteen list to join. I am such a n00b. If you can keep me going on this insane quest to blog everyday, then you are a bosom chum.
Lotus - So, titty twisters start out in infancy? This is not fair.
"Cat scratch fever... neer neer neer!"
Gareth - You act like getting witches hats and false teeth are a common place activity for every weekend in Wales. That makes me want to visit - NOW.
Amanda - You blow my mind with your dreams. I'm guessing that forcing yourself to watch the World Series in my honor caused your bloody glove dream. Or, it could have OJ's recent troubles. If the glove don't fit...
Bert of My Loins - I still can't stop laughing over how clever you are in coming up with your "anonymous" names. I knew there was a reason I allow you to touch my bits.
cate - Yes! Why did they insist on saying such creepy 3am things in that damn movie?! I wake up every night around that time, damn it. I keep smelling around for smoke. HAHAHA.
Also, 30 pounds of torque on a nipple is going above and beyond the call of mommyhood.
magpie - Whew! Glad to know that cat-scratched bloody milk does a body good. So far, no creepy things to report, other than the guy at the door this morning trying to sell us fruit and vegetables. Door-to-door veggie salesman? Really?!
Stephen - I think you should use the werewolf hands to snag a woman. It worked in that movie, "An American Werewolf in London." Just a thought.
Jayne - Your Welsh, crazy old ladies are the best! I really would like to know why she was moving in on Gareth. The least she could do is buy him a drink.
fussypants - Lotus is the bee's knees when it comes to the ridiculous. I could squeeze her and put her in my pocket forever and ever.
Rachelle - My nipple still hurts, so maybe we are even. Heheh.
Anon - "Cat Scratch Nipple" would be a much better comeback for Nugent than being a member of Savage Animal.
Also, I truly admire anyone who can summon the word 'proboscis' in their dreams. Well done!
sorry the cat got you.
we got chocolate ourselves by taking the kiddos out trick or treating. There is too much for the kids to eat without going sugar crazy so I am happily eating it for them!
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