Jolie-laid, Halloween (aka Fun with Da Suit)

[Bumping up one more time, originally posted on Thursday October 9th. Last chance to leave me a comment and to enter the contest.. LOL ..]

and all that....

It's been a crazy, discombobulated kinda week so far.. so be prepared for a crazy, discombobulated kinda post...


So exactly a week ago, some THING arrived in the mail, some THING so magnificently ugly that it is actually beautiful in a weird, twisted sort of way (my Froggy and Cannuck friends call this Jolie-laid... no, no, no, NOT Jolie got laid; get your mind out of the gutter; although I am not sure if La Jolie wearing this number would equal birth control ...LOL ).

I am talking about this THING. Yes, the traveling THING that became a hotly contested item within the *sisterhood*, and that, once Mrs. K *gave it up* first went here, and then ended up here...

Now I've always had a weird, twisted sort of way fascination with Halloween. Moving to the States from L"Europe back in 1993 was very hard on me at first.. despite both *continents* being part of Western *civilization* (and yes, the civilization part is very much debatable), there are HUGE differences. Differences that took me a long time to get used to, and truth be told? Some stuff I'll never ever get used to (the *Presidential Election Circus* being one example).

One *thing*, however, that I took to as a fish takes to water was Halloween. The whole weird, spooky, grown-ups having a legit reason to act exactly as crazy as they truly are gelled very well with my weird, twisted sense of humor. I've been a die-hard fan of Halloween ever since that first time back in 1993, and have been an active instigator/participant in many a wacked out Halloween party (including two preggo Halloweens).

Once the first kiddo made his entrance in to my life, I could not WAIT for that first Halloween to arrive. Imagine my disappointment when Salamander HATED Halloween pretty much on sight (and looking back, that instant aversion is now very much explainable - Sensory Overload Extraordinaire). So for the first five years of Salamander's life I really had to tone things down, to not add any fuel to the frequent freak-out situations we already were dealing with. And no, going Trick or Treating most definitely was NOT part of the plan...

Potatey on the other hand is very much a chip of the old momma block. At the ripe old age of 7.5 months, during his very first Halloween, he just could NOT get enough of it all. That particular Halloween was a very warm one, so I had Potatey outside in his Exersaucer with me, while I passed out candy to all the ghouls, goblins, princesses, dragons, Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers and what not floating around in the neighborhood. And the crazier the costumes, the more *bouncy* Potatey would get (Salamander on the other hand was inside the house on the couch with his face plastered against the window, hooting, howling, spitting, hissing and screaming at anybody that would climb up our front steps ... once again very much explainable ... the poor kiddo...I was so clueless at that time).

Now I am happy to report that, as Salamander started getting better (from a physical as well as a mental health perspective), he got much more into the whole Halloween thing (for us, it's never been about the candy.. and how I deal with the candy situation is a subject for another post). In fact, last year he was so much into it that he even wanted to go to the *Monster Mash* at his school. And OMG, we had a BLAST (and we did make quite a pair, if I say so myself; now Salamander has already announced that he wants to go to this year's *Monster Mash* as well, but I have a feeling that I'll be ditched at the door for a much younger and prettier girl.. LOL).

Potatey of course, very much stayed Potatey, and has continued to be an eager partner-in-crime in any and all things kooky and spooky.

Now what does all of this have to do with Da Suit, you ask? Patience, my dears, patience. I am getting to that.

This year, with two Halloween crazy boys, shopping for decorations has been a TON of fun. And while their tastes are definitely running toward the "juvenile, potty humor' side of things, they both have been very creative in coming up with silly and kooky gags for around the house.

Now remember my comment on Jeanne's blog that Da Suit would make one scary *Halloween* decoration? The boys agreed 100%. In fact they thought it was so scary that they begged me to never ever even consider ever buying (let alone putting on) something like it, as they feared that what you are about to see would happen to me (and this little gal is sitting in my favorite spot too).

(now note the horrified and stupefied look on her face.. instant and sudden death comes to mind..).
And as to this number and it's effectiveness as birth control, look what happened to this gal's poor fella....PETRAFIED!!!!

Oh, and Kim, DO note the wooden shoes... as well as the 'bound and gagged' significant other... Yes, yes, I remember the tulips request too, so here you go...

Happy now???


So now that I’ve fulfilled my end of the deal with the contest, it’s time to pass this little number on. Do you have a great idea for the KStag-Ugly Suit? If so, here are the original contest rules as per Kim Stagliano:

1) If you enter, you must agree to run a contest for this suit on your own blog within a week of receiving the suit in the mail. This gives you ample time to ogle its shiteousness before sending it along to the next soon-to-be disgusted recipient. You can photograph the suit on your cat, your Harley, a tombstone - it’s your call. Run the photo on your blog. Be creative. Tell your blog buddies where the contest began - and send this Lycra loser along to whoever wins your contest.
2) Leave a comment and an email address so I can reach you. Or email me at petra.c.smit@gmail.com, if you’d rather not leave your email address in the comments. But still leave a comment, OK?

All right - let’s see where this beautie is going to travel to next!!!