Fair food and Holiday Musings

Today we introduced monkey to the joys of the neighborhood Halloween Festival. We live in a sweet historic neighborhood which hosts its own little holiday fun, and we witnessed dogs dressed up as princesses, hotdogs, ladybugs, Wonderbread, and even a playboy bunny-dog. That was creepy. It's probably the scariest thing I've seen this Halloween season! We also got to pass down the fair-food tradition. She didn't get her own elephant ear, but we did share ours. Maybe next year she will get her very own. We still have to introduce the Funnel cake, Italian sausage and peppers, the Lemon-ice and the Tenderloin- a delicacy in this part of the nation, apparently. Hubby gets a Tenderloin every time he has the chance, but I don't really get the appeal of pork pounded thinly and deep-fried and put on a bun on which it hangs over the edges by at least an inch or two all around. I can also honestly say I will never dress up as tigger in a full-body, disney-factory produced orange fuzzy Tigger costume. NEVER. nevernevernevernever. (Yes, we saw that very scary sight today as well.) I expected alot of fairy princesses, but not as many as I saw (and most were bought from the disney store, again!) I may let Monkey dress as a fairy princess, but I hope my will is stronger than her pleas for the Disney licensed version. Then again, she's got a pretty strong grip on my will these days, so perhaps she'll get her way after all, and I'll walk through the fair with that look of "I'm whipped- just look at my kid's $50.00 costume. She'd better get alot of chocolate in that trick-or-treat bag this year" look that I saw on some parents' faces today. In the end, the holidays really are for children. The adults spend the season slaving over the stove and oven, jack-o-lantern and christmas tree, all so that their kids can experience the joy of anticipation for the magical day when they get a crap-load of candy or food or toys. The real holiday for the adults is after the kids go to bed and they can pull out the hard-liquor.

Tidbits

Paul Rubens is a comic genius. We recently added the movie Mystery Men to our home DVD library and I gotta say, who else could pull off a character like The Spleen?! I have always loved him, even through the exposure incident, and I'm so glad that someone gave him another chance.

The downside of not having a dishwasher is that you can't blame the dirty-after-washing dishes on a machine. You have to blame another person. Sorry honey, feel free to point out to me when I haven't gotten a dish totally clean, okay? You rock.

The Monkey has added a very important word to her vocabulary. It's "Pizza" pronounced "PeePah!" and even recognizes the culinary delicacy by sight on coupon sheets! I'm so proud! She also says that every animal makes a "moo"-ish sound, so if you ask her what the right animal says, she's a genius!

The Monkey is also now showing a real flair for acessorizing. I have added some of my old long chiffon scarves to her toy-box (never could figure out how to wear them without looking a tick after a drinking binge) and she hapily drapes one around her neck, one over her head, and prances around like a beribboned My Little Pony. She is also very fond of bangle bracelets, employing all manner of household items as bangles for her arm- i.e. masking tape roll, round insert for her intellitable, plastic ring attached to her travel-size glowworm, etc. I myself am the kind of person who has a pair of diamond studs and a pearl/diamond pendant that never leave my body unless water is involved, so perhaps she will teach me a few things about the wonders of accessories- or pronounce me "So Uncool!" as she nears puberty...