It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

Today is the beginning of the last weekend before the mad rush to Christmas begins. Although Halloween is by far my favorite holiday, I always like to take the time to appreciate how fun Christmas can be. I don't know why everyone loses their freakin' minds over getting the most and the best of the things though.

Today will be pumpkin carving and all the goodness that comes along with October for me. I definitely wish the cooler weather would finally set in, but we can't have everything we want!

I remember when I was growing up, we went to a school that was pretty much the middle ground for the houses in the area. Since it was such a small community, and it wasn't easy to trick or treat, we threw a carnival every year at the school instead. The little ones participated, and as you got older, you ran it. I was a cheerleader (funny to admit that now, but it was a good time) and we got prime real estate- running the haunted house. It was such a fun time, even when you managed to scare a few little ones out of their wits.

Time to get the day started. Happy weekend!

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