Well, out of the six comments on my last post, only three (four if I count Emily) were entries. Tomorrow I'll draw a name from a hat for the winner and let you know. It's a shame more people didn't stop by--I have some awesome little goodies for the winner.
Halloween has always been a strange holiday to me. I know all the history behind it and all that jazz, and that's not what makes it strange. As I've grown older, and as I watch my generation progress, I'm beginning to realize that young people my age--and even younger now--are turning any holiday they can into a reason to have a party and get flat-face drunk. Now, I don't hold anything against them for doing so. Well, no, I DO hold something against them. Halloween, to me, has always belonged to the kids. Nine-year-olds walking around as princesses and power rangers, gathering up huge sacks of candy that will only last them two weeks. That doesn't mean that adults or older kids can't celebrate, but I always wonder if there is a holiday out there besides Christmas that isn't being used as an excuse to get drunk?
There's a girl I work with who turns 18 this February. She has more drunk stories than almost any of my legal friends. It's depressing to listen to this young girl talking about going out that night to get "shit-faced." I do not deny her her right to drink, though I wonder when parents stopped teaching kids the meaning of moderation, or tolerance. When we made it so easy for morals to be ignored so that 17-year-old kids think it's cool to drink and smoke all the time, or worse yet do drugs.
Sorry, I didn't mean for this to turn into such a serious post. Just some introspective thought.
Anyway, I have to go prepare for work. I'm working the cut table tonight, which means that I spend all my time tethered to the oven. Hope I don't sweat to death.