A Zombie for All Seasons

As much as I love Christmas, I love Halloween more. But Christmas offers lots of distractions to help with Halloween withdraw.

• Cookies
• Hot chocolate
• Dipping cookies in hot chocolate
• Gifts
• Putting antlers on my cat
• Catching snow on your tongue
• Sparkling ornaments (I’m easily distracted by sparklies.)
• Pretty lights (I’m like a moth to a flame…without the dying part.)

But sometimes all of that just isn’t enough. Sometimes I need something dark (not dark chocolate…well…maybe….). Something sinister. Something that eats brains.

Doesn't everyone have this on their front door?

Why take down Halloween decorations when you can just alter them to fit the next holiday?

I thought about putting the zombie in a diaper to represent the New Year’s baby, but that just seemed too embarrassing…even for a paper zombie cutout.

Next up…Zombie Cupid.

Someone Stabbed My Cupcake!

How My Halloween Was Almost Ruined

The keyword is “almost.”

Someone (when I find out who I’m gonna kick his tushie) tried to ruin my Halloween weekend and Halloween day itself. Who would do that? I have a couple suspects. The audacity of some people…. Geesh.

It all started on Saturday morning when I woke up to snow. That’s right. Snow. In October. And not just flurries but massive flakes.

W…T…F….

Hence, Suspect #1 is Mother Nature. The b*tch.

Then my smores cupcakes fell over, and blood and icing went everywhere…before I could get a good picture.

F…M…L….

Stabbed Smores Cupcakes Crime Scene

And that leads me to Suspect #2: Gravity. The jerk….

But then my morning started to get better.

You: How? How can you possibly recover from tipped over cupcakes?

Me: Well, reader, I’m glad you asked. What an excellent question. As I attempted to upright the  cupcakes, smooth the icing, and restab the cupcakes, I ended up with icing all over my fingers. Which I promptly licked off.

Icing at 7 in the morning makes Thoughtsy a very happy lady.

Look Into My Eyes

Listen to the sound of my voice.

My voice is the only thing you can hear.

It’s soft. It’s soothing. You’re relaxed. You’re getting sleepy.

Now look into my eyes….

Look deep into my eyes. Deeper…deeper….

ROAR!

Happy Halloween from Thoughtsy the Voodoo Doll!

She has many colored pins sticking out of her….  But she knows she has a curse on her, a curse she cannot win. For if someone gets too close to her, the pins stick farther in.—Tim Burton

Twinkies and Sno Balls: The New Double Tap

So you know the Hipster, right? Just in case you don’t, let me tell you the two most important things about her.

1. She had never seen a zombie movie…until last weekend.
2. She is probably the super nicest, super sweetest, super politest, super awesomest lady ever.

How do I know #2 is true? Because I met her, but also because she sent me a thank-you package.

What was she thanking me for? That’s where #1 comes into play.

Up until recently, the Hipster had never seen a zombie movie. (::Gasp!::) So I sent her the zombie survival package, and then visited her armed with Sno Balls, Twinkies, and Zombieland.

You should go check out what she thought about the movie.

Don’t tease her about only eating the Sno Ball and not the Twinkie. Not everyone has the dessert tolerance I do. Besides, she picked up on an important lesson about Sno Balls: They’re yummy. Therefore, there’s probably crack in them.

I think she’s going to make an excellent zombie slayer. Why? Because of the number of times she instructed the actors to “Double Tap!”

Just don’t shoot pretend-zombie Bill Murray, Hipster.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Halloween weekend!

The Halloweenies

Teehee…I said “weenies.”

I love Halloween. Which reminds me…have you found a costume yet? I wouldn’t bank on the rapture happening.

Anyways, when I think of Halloween, certain commenter blog crushes that come to mind. Specifically, those who entered in my Halloween Costume Contest last year.

But these peeps also:

FnkyBee: You ALWAYS make time for halloween costumes.

Whoopie: Every year I want to be something original and creative. Every year. And every year, I’m left scratching my head at the last minute trying to figure out what I can fashion from some beads, some velcro, and a few hot rollers.

She Is Just a Rat: Okay…really weird confession.  I once dressed up as a fridge…on the same year that my brother dressed up as an electrical outlet.  But we didn’t trick or treat together, so I don’t think anyone really got the connection…*snicker*…pardon the pun.

And let’s have a moment of silence for the Halloween-deprived….

Britt: I must say I’m a Halloween hater and didn’t even so much as think of a costume for this year. Can we still be friends?

Lorraine: I’ve never celebrated a Halloween in my life. What’s a… c-c-cos-tume?

Nikki: They don’t celebrate Halloween in Holland! Well. Ok. As [one of] my gay boyfriend[s] informed me, they do. Only it’s All-Saints or something. I’ve been advised to get thee to a church for lovely music and a night of remembering. Can I dress up or is that considered sacrilegious? And, should I be struck down upon entering a church (an act I wouldn’t be surprised by – sorry God, I just wasn’t sure about your existence and disagree with a lot of your followers doctrine – thought they were misinterpreting), wouldn’t that ruin the mood?