Happy Halloween

Yesterday in tax class, our professor somehow ended up telling us about this Washington Post story:

Gabby Cirenza wanted to be a referee for Halloween. The outfit she liked had a micro-mini black skirt and a form-fitting black and white-striped spandex top held together with black laces running up the flesh-exposing sides. She looked admiringly at the thigh-high black go-go boots that could be bought as an accessory. And she thought the little bunny on the chest was cute.

"Absolutely not," said her mother, Cheryl. "That is so not happening."

Gabby is 11.

While skimpy Halloween costumes are not my thing (shocking, I know) I try not to pass too much judgment. I try to only shake my head when females barely wearing anything are complaining about the cold. They're adults; they can make decisions about what, and what not, to wear. But 11 year olds? Playboy referee costumes? Yikes

Call me old fashioned but I loved the days during elementary school where I got to go to the fabric store with my mom to pick out a Halloween costume pattern. So many great costumes that my mom or I made. The princess, the Star Trekkie (I am cool), the court jester, the Ace of Hearts, the 50s girl, and the Native American (maybe not the most pc thing now, but at least I was clothed).

Though I wish my dad sent me the picture of my brother and I as trekkies, I will share the picture he did pass along. I think this pictures sums up the personalities of my brother and I quite well. Happy Halloween (circa 1992, 1993?)