as you know by now, i’m from a big ten family. so on the weekends, we live and breathe football. so after watching game after game, i really really wanted to throw a football around. and as my brother was more of a baseball guy growing up and my sister and i clearly didn’t have any interest in the game before i went to northwestern, we don’t own a football. until i went out and bought a football so my dad and i could play catch.
sometimes i’m a boy.
the day before halloween, my mom and i had this overwhelming desire to carve a pumpkin. this is hardly a tradition that we have ever partaken in, in fact… i’ve never carved a pumpkin before this weekend.
because… ew, pumpkin guts.
now i wouldn’t even take the insides out, because i can’t deal with icky hands…
- lord alistair carden the third.
i put him outside to greet all of our little trick or treaters, who included simba (in a stroller), a tiny wolverine with huge muscles, and a six year old with huge glow stick hoop earrings (i have no idea what her costume was supposed to be), and a little girl who was either a mary katherine gallegher, a nerd, or a harry potter character. its really impossible to say.
and i ran around the house in football jersey, running spandex capris, and sneakers.
so i was either a football player or a jersey chaser. and i don’t care which.
ITS ABOUT THE KIDS.