Being a Halloweenie

Must confess to Halloween being pretty far down my list of "favorite holidays." Given the time to think it through, I would have to rank it somewhere between Presidents day and "Take your dog to work day".

No watershed moment created this aversion to Halloween. I think I even enjoyed it for the most part when I was a kid. Maybe that's the difference, perhaps it's this whole grown up perspective that has me looking askance at fright night.

Maybe it's the extra 35 pounds I'm carrying that is making me hate candy. (Nope just had a few pieces left over from the Fall Festival, I still like candy...)

Maybe it falls into the Valentines/Christmas/Mother's Day, etc. trap of over commercialization. (Yep it does, but I don't hate Valentines or Mothers Day, so this doesn't fit either.)

Maybe it's the whole unknown thing of trusting strangers to give my child (or anyone else's for that matter) untainted treats. (nah, as long as everything is prewrapped, right?)

Maybe I'm just a sissy and hate scary movies. (well...I am a sissy when it comes to scary movies, but that's no cause to hate the entire holiday.)

Lot's of maybe's and no definitely's so I guess I just have to wait another year to find out. Perhaps my perspective will change a bit as Zeke gets older and wants to dress up and visit door to door with a bag of candy in one hand and a roll of toilet paper in the other, who knows......