Call Me A Cow. Also, Happy Birthday to Me!

I know it's a little late to be talking about Halloween, but don't you think it's also a little bit late to be reading about Halloween?  (It is, in case you were wondering.)

I don't think I've ever mentioned on here that I don't like Halloween.  So I'm going to now...

I don't like Halloween.

There, I said it.  We were all thinking it!

I think it is creepy and of the devil.  I don't even like Halloween movies!  Or songs, or stories, or food, or decorations.  I like the real holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentines Day (you don't have to be in love to enjoy it), Columbus Day, etc.  If you notice right here, Halloween isn't even a Federal Holiday.  And you know what they say about holidays, if it's not a Federal Holiday, it isn't a holiday at all.

There is actually one thing I like about Halloween.  Dressing up!  I don't mean the people that go for creepy by being a dead anything, or the bloody faced people, or the ones that think it's oh so funny to be themselves and consider it a costume.  I'm talking about solid costumes.  Like being a dinosaur with a card board tail, a smore, a shower, or the fruit from Lehi's dream.  The costumes that people take one look at and think, "my heck!  Why didn't I think of that?  I'd bet my hat they found that on Pinterest."

Anyway, at one of our ward home evenings, Abby and I marched right in, Abby was a cowgirl, I was a dinosaur.  Boom.  A guy asked me if I was a cow.  Do I look like a cow (imagine you're looking at a dinosaur)?  More than once  someone came and asked me if I was a cow.  People need to study up on their farm animals.  Cows don't have red bellies, multicolored spots and spikes down their backs.

Enough about Halloween.  Blaaah. More importantly, my birthday was last week!  Boom shakka lakka! I'm the big 1-9.  Whooo!  And I've got some great news!  I'm going to be serving a mission!

But back to business.  The other night I was getting off work and a few of my "friends" decided to celebrate my birthday.  So they waited for me to get out to my car and they all jumped out and said "Surprise!!" I screamed several times then I just cried.  Straight up cried.  This is a huge disappointment for me.  In my mind I've tried to hone my senses for something very much like this.  Except instead of three girls, its a man.  And the man isn't saying "Surprise!!" he's trying to kidnap and kill me (don't judge.)  In my fantasy I've always been able to protect myself and then I would grow so much from the experience.

This is why I was disappointed... the situation (not exactly the one I've been preparing for, but still) came up and I just cried!  How pathetic is that?!  I didn't grow from this or anything!  They did however bring a funny funny card and one of those huge posters with candy bars on it saying flattering things.  I meant to take a picture but I accidentally ate it all already.  Whoops!  So sue a girl!

I've also decided to be a Zamboni driver.  Thank you for your time and consideration and good night.  Galaxtar out.