The airwaves are inundated with scary stuff every October. When I was young and spry, I used to love this. I thought it was fun to be scared. The Exorcist was a Halloween-time staple. I'd watch AMC's thirty days of scary movies. For the month of October, I was a horror genre buff.
Then I got a little older, and suddenly became more of a wuss. The horror movies gave me nightmares. I don't like nightmares. Scary movies became reserved to the evening of Halloween only. I could handle one a year, right?
Then, if you remember last year, Paranormal Activity happened. And it almost ruined my life.
(I'm not being dramatic at all...)
I swear to you, I didn't sleep for weeks. Maybe it was made worse by the crazy pregnancy hormones, but I have never felt such real middle-of-the-night fear. Every. single. time. I'd get up to use the bathroom or switch positions (both of which were frequent occurrences with my rotund pregnant shape), I'd have a terrible, horrific image in my head that I couldn't get rid of, and I sometimes literally trembled as I tiptoed to the bathroom. Maybe by the time Christmas rolled around, I could make it through an occasional night without these nightmares.
I'm being serious, yo.
So this year, we are cable free, and I am blissfully unaware of all the scariness on the boob tube. THANK THE LORD I haven't had to see even one commercial for Paranormal Activity 3.
And yesterday, J and I did have a Halloween movie day...I chose Beetlejuice and Ghostbusters. Because that is now how I roll. I've managed to get into the ghosty spirit without scarring myself for life. Yay for ridiculous ghost movies that make me laugh and not cry!
On a related note...the nugget will be dressing as a dinosaur tonight. Pictures to follow.
|Happy, non-threatening Disney Halloween image. My favorite.|