NaBloPoMo #1

Seriously, people. My kids are Hallowussies. More on that in a minute.

So, apparently some new people moved into the neighborhood in the last year or two, and they are AWESOME. I don't know who they are, but I think Kim knows. More on that in a minute, too. Basically, the new people are under the impression that our little neighborhood is full of people that would like to hang out together. I can vouch that there are people in our neighborhood that I do, indeed, enjoy hanging out with, but I'm an Internet Person. Interpret that how you will.

Anyway, last year, the New People organized a halloween costume contest and treats and a showing of that Charlie Brown Great Pumpkin movie before trick-or-treating time. This year, they created a multi-tent haunted house-type thing, and a whole bunch of people I had never seen (because they are not on the internet) but who apparently live here, too came to the common area park, all dressed up.

As I said, Kim clearly knows the New People, because her husband was one of the actors in the Tents of G-Rated Horror. After the kids had all gone through and felt the monster guts and got a glow-bracelet or whatever, Kim decided to go in and see for herself. Her husband was supposed to be in the coffin, but he was apparently hiding behind a curtain, and jumped out, and swooped her into a bent over kiss, scaring the crap out of her. Good times.

The kids ran around and acted silly until it got dark, and then we headed out for Trick-Or-Treating. Of course, my son took off like a shot, and we did pretty well for the first few houses, but about 10 houses in, my youngest decided she was done. My oldest followed suit, and even my son decided we should just head home. It was 7:30.

So, okay, look. I know I should be grateful that all three kids made it home under their own steam, and that we don't have mountains of cheap candy all over the place, but seriously? 10 houses? WHAT THE HECK?

Aren't kids supposed to go go go until they drop? I mean, how am I supposed to get all the Butterfingers and Mounds in the neighborhood without my little accomplices? It is a little pathetic. We're going to start a training program next August to get them in shape for the Big Event.

After we got home, I stripped them of their costumes, and left them in the care of my husband, so I could head over to spend the night with my sister.

We stayed up late watching some ridiculous movie (Year One) which reminded us both of our adventures as teen travelers in Japan and Australia. I'm not saying which one of us is Jack Black (*cough* me *cough*) but it was just the kind of silly we both wanted.

We also got her an iPod Touch and we're loading it up with upbeat, motivational songs. We're totally up for suggestions - will you leave your favorite feel-good, butt-kicking songs in the comments?