- You ought to be more scared of it than you actually are
- You keep a bunch of candy around the house “for the kids”
- They don’t make the best clothes in your size
- You detest folks that insist on offering you healthy treats
- Sometimes you get creeped out when you catch your reflection in the mirror
- Your children get a lot more exercise than you do
- Feel as though you’re wearing a bulky costume
- Can’t walk around the block without stopping at every house and asking for food
- When you get dressed up, people think you look frightening
- Insert your own “goblin” joke here
- You often steal food from your children
- You want to hide your face
Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Monday, October 31, 2011
Ways Being Overweight Is Like Halloween
Friday, October 28, 2011
Skeletons Claim Disco Is Not Dead
Here they are, dancing beneath their own disco ball to such tunes as:
I Shall (Not) Survive!
Stayin' Dead
Dance to the Muzak
Really Last Dance
Get Down Tonight (and Stay There)
Dancing skeletons in my etsy shop.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Things That Go Bump in the Night
Penny Tryznka
There’s a terrible green monster
who lives beneath my bed.
I hear his long white teeth click.
He’s waiting to be fed.
I shiver underneath my sheets
and squeeze my eyes up tight.
Maybe if I lie real still
he won’t eat me tonight…
He taps me on the shoulder.
I don’t know what to do.
He looks at me and says, “I’m scared!
Can I get in with you?”
Things That Go Bump in the Night Bracelet is up for auction on eBay RIGHT NOW! RIGHT HERE!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
The Return of the Three Vegetarian Witches
Once upon a time, there were three witches: Ursula...
Glenda...
... and Medea.
They lived together in a cottage in the woods where they mixed their potions by day and flew reconnaissance missions at night. Their familiars ~ an owl, some black cats, spiders, a few bats ~ kept them company. It was a good life.
But there were problems, as there always are. The local markets carried limp produce, brown at the edges, unappealing and bland. There were no local farmer's markets and the ones that could be reached by broomstick had some anti-broomstick ordinances in place.
So Glenda, Medea, and Ursula started to grow their own produce.
They grew herbs for their potions and vegetables for their table. They grew greens and tomatoes and eggplants and pumpkins and giant zucchini. Ursula even rigged a particularly large zucchini to fly like her broom.
A local skeleton helped them with the gardening.
And life was good.
But there were problems, as there always are. Ursula became uncomfortable with the notion of using animal parts in their brews. Not only was it disgusting. Have you ever tried to remove the eye from a newt? But it was cruel, and Ursula sat down by the cauldron with Medea and Glenda and told them her thoughts.
It turned out that Medea and Glenda has similar reservations. They no sooner wanted to dice the tongue of a frog than sit through a Justin Bieber concert.
But witches throughout history had used these ingredients. They were in all the spell books. There was no Nouvelle Spell Cuisine from which to draw.
How could they make powerful potions without animal parts?
Still, the witches resolved that they would harm no more animals making their brews. They used their organic herbs and vegetables, and the potions were cruelty-free. Unfortunately, they weren't especially potent.
So again they sat down to think while the cauldron simmered and bubbled.
Medea started to pace. She walked the paths around the cottage, and as she paced, she noticed the various stones around her. They were ordinary stones. Some were volcanic, some sedimentary, some metamorphic. But each was different and unique. This gave Medea and idea.
She hurried back to the cauldron, rocks in both hands, passing some toads who fled at her approach.
"My dears," she exclaimed. "Look at these rocks!"
Glenda and Ursula stared, not sure what Medea's point could be.
"Think about it," she said. "Each rock is different and unique. Each, it might be said, has a unique power."
Glenda and Ursula had to agree. They had several volumes about rocks in their library. "Suppose," Medea continued, "we could obtain the same powers from rocks that we obtain from caterpillar knees. Suppose certain rocks could grant the same serenity we create with terrapin tonsils. Would that not be a wonderful advance?"
And so Medea and Ursula and Glenda went to their books. They read and researched and studied by night. By day they collected stones and rocks and amulets. They traded pattypan squash for quartz and rutabagas for aventurine and radishes for jasper.
Finally they were ready to begin their experiments. They mixed herbs and vegetables and served them in goblets carved of gemstones. Little by little, day by day, their potions became more powerful, more specific.
Each day was filled with new discoveries. Each night was filled with new recipes. Soon other witches flocked to the cottage to learn the mysteries Glenda, Medea, and Ursula had unveiled. They started to blog about their recipes, and even began writing a cookbook.
Their goal: vegetarian witches with potent organic brews. They would appreciate it if you would become a follower of their blog. And maybe put in an advance order on Amazon for the cookbook. They'd also appreciate it if you took the pledge: I will not make potions with toad tongue.
Glenda, Ursula, and Medea thank you for your support.
Ursula, btw, is pursuing her own interests, making better flying zero-emissions zucchini to replace brooms. She tried working with pattypan squash for a while, but found the aerodynamics challenging.
A bracelet with all their endeavors (except the zucchini) can be found here as a one week eBay auction.
Glenda...
... and Medea.
They lived together in a cottage in the woods where they mixed their potions by day and flew reconnaissance missions at night. Their familiars ~ an owl, some black cats, spiders, a few bats ~ kept them company. It was a good life.
But there were problems, as there always are. The local markets carried limp produce, brown at the edges, unappealing and bland. There were no local farmer's markets and the ones that could be reached by broomstick had some anti-broomstick ordinances in place.
So Glenda, Medea, and Ursula started to grow their own produce.
They grew herbs for their potions and vegetables for their table. They grew greens and tomatoes and eggplants and pumpkins and giant zucchini. Ursula even rigged a particularly large zucchini to fly like her broom.
A local skeleton helped them with the gardening.
And life was good.
But there were problems, as there always are. Ursula became uncomfortable with the notion of using animal parts in their brews. Not only was it disgusting. Have you ever tried to remove the eye from a newt? But it was cruel, and Ursula sat down by the cauldron with Medea and Glenda and told them her thoughts.
It turned out that Medea and Glenda has similar reservations. They no sooner wanted to dice the tongue of a frog than sit through a Justin Bieber concert.
But witches throughout history had used these ingredients. They were in all the spell books. There was no Nouvelle Spell Cuisine from which to draw.
How could they make powerful potions without animal parts?
Still, the witches resolved that they would harm no more animals making their brews. They used their organic herbs and vegetables, and the potions were cruelty-free. Unfortunately, they weren't especially potent.
So again they sat down to think while the cauldron simmered and bubbled.
Medea started to pace. She walked the paths around the cottage, and as she paced, she noticed the various stones around her. They were ordinary stones. Some were volcanic, some sedimentary, some metamorphic. But each was different and unique. This gave Medea and idea.
She hurried back to the cauldron, rocks in both hands, passing some toads who fled at her approach.
"My dears," she exclaimed. "Look at these rocks!"
Glenda and Ursula stared, not sure what Medea's point could be.
"Think about it," she said. "Each rock is different and unique. Each, it might be said, has a unique power."
Glenda and Ursula had to agree. They had several volumes about rocks in their library. "Suppose," Medea continued, "we could obtain the same powers from rocks that we obtain from caterpillar knees. Suppose certain rocks could grant the same serenity we create with terrapin tonsils. Would that not be a wonderful advance?"
And so Medea and Ursula and Glenda went to their books. They read and researched and studied by night. By day they collected stones and rocks and amulets. They traded pattypan squash for quartz and rutabagas for aventurine and radishes for jasper.
Finally they were ready to begin their experiments. They mixed herbs and vegetables and served them in goblets carved of gemstones. Little by little, day by day, their potions became more powerful, more specific.
Each day was filled with new discoveries. Each night was filled with new recipes. Soon other witches flocked to the cottage to learn the mysteries Glenda, Medea, and Ursula had unveiled. They started to blog about their recipes, and even began writing a cookbook.
Their goal: vegetarian witches with potent organic brews. They would appreciate it if you would become a follower of their blog. And maybe put in an advance order on Amazon for the cookbook. They'd also appreciate it if you took the pledge: I will not make potions with toad tongue.
Glenda, Ursula, and Medea thank you for your support.
Ursula, btw, is pursuing her own interests, making better flying zero-emissions zucchini to replace brooms. She tried working with pattypan squash for a while, but found the aerodynamics challenging.
A bracelet with all their endeavors (except the zucchini) can be found here as a one week eBay auction.
Friday, September 30, 2011
What's in Your Witch's Brew?
"Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,--
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble."
No. Wait. That doesn't sound very tasty.
The witch on this bottle stopper has mixed up a brew of her own, with the help of her little batty familiar. (And yes, he brought her the flower.) The witch and bat are made of lampwork glass, set off with Swarovski crystals and sterling silver. The flower is made of Czech pressed glass, with a Swarovski crystal and sterling silver.
Perfect grapes of Cabernet,
Stomped by foot in my chalet
With a dash of Beaujolais
And a splash of Chadonnay.
Served up with a bread with crust
Crisp and warm and quite robust
And a wheel of Brie that must
Give beneath the test thumb's thrust.
That's this witch's wish for you
To last all this season through,
Because, from her point of view,
A seasonal wine bottle stopper to stop your seasonal wine bottle.
More Halloween BrightandShinyThings can be found
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
There's a Witch Outside My Window
by Kenn Nesbitt
There's a witch outside my window and she will not go away.
There's a gremlin on my doorstep and I think he's there to stay.
There's a troll demanding candy and a mummy wanting sweets.
There's a ghost, a ghoul, a goblin and they're clamoring for treats.
And as if that weren't enough to be considered rather shocking.
A vampire rang my doorbell and the bogeyman is knocking.
My abode is now surrounded by the recently deceased,
They're in search of gum and chocolate on which they plan to feast.
It's the strangest situtation that I think I've ever seen.
How I wish they'd go away and just come back on Halloween.
The witch outside the sindow bracelet is up for auction on eBay this week.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
The Monsters' Musical Contest
by Kenn Nesbitt When the musical contest for monsters convened,
the Wolfman was howling and played like a fiend.
Then Dracula jammed, but flew into a rage
when Frankenstein's torch singing lit up the stage. The Mummy, he rapped with the aid of a band,
but stopped when The Blob ate his microphone stand.
The Blob, by the way, also swallowed The Fly.
(I don't know why he swallowed The Fly.)
The Creature that came from that famous lagoon
was booed by the ghosts when he sang out of tune.
Dr. Jekyll had stage fright and ran off to hide,
while Igor sang love songs to Frankenstein's Bride.
The Thing did impressions. The Boogey-Man danced.
The Zombie just stood there, completely entranced.
The Invisible Man played his air guitar well,
but no one could see him so no one could tell.
They played through the night having oodles of fun,
but couldn't determine which monster had won.
And so they decided they'd have to convene
and do it again on the next Halloween.
Halloween treasures from Cornerstoregoddess
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