Costumes of Halloweens Past, part 3

a whole lotta cute

We're going back again, all the way to pre-kindergarten. I was the flower girl in my aunt's wedding earlier that fall and - never one to waste* - I decided to wear the dress again to be a bride for Halloween. Look at how adorable tiny me and all my tiny friends are!

Okay, don't I look different in this picture? Why do I suddenly look approximately two years older? Or am I just crazy?

Anyway, I'm pretty sure I tried to convince my brother to be a groom** so we'd be matching... but he probably scoffed at me and went as a cowboy or something.

One thing I am sure of, thought, is that I had to be really pissed at my mom for making me wear that turtleneck to go trick-or-treating. I didn't CARE that we lived in Salt Lake City and it was October and probably between 30 and 40 degrees, MOM! I wanted to wear that thin satin dress without a dumb turtleneck, dammit! Willing to suffer for fashion at an early age.

Also, check out my stick-on earrings. I was obsessed with stick-on earrings back in the day. I can't even tell you how many of those big sheets with a pair for every day of the month we bought. My childhood best friend maintained throughout our whole friendship that the first words I said to her, in pre-kindergarten, were "I have prettier earrings than you." And yes, I was referring to my stick-on jewels. Now, I personally don't recall this event ever taking place, but she swore by the story.

God, what a Bridezilla.

* This is a lie, particularly when it comes to clothes. I (okay, my mom) bought a lot of fugly shit back in the day that I really wanted at first and then wore once before realizing it was fugly shit. But I'm better now. And I'm sorry, mom and dad, for how much money my poor taste cost over the years.

** I was like four, people! Okay, yeah, it's still kind of weird.

the Littlest Playboy Bunny

On Sunday, as usual, Brian and I curled up to watch Mad Men, where the men took their lunch break at the Playboy Bunny club (you know, like you do). There were a lot of interesting bits of the scene, but what I loved most was seeing the old school Bunny outfits. They recalled fond memories of the time I dressed as a Bunny for Halloween..

When I was two and a half years old.

My parents picked it out.
 
Actually, my mom tells me, "Your dad borrowed the outfit from someone at work I think. He thought it was cute." Nothing cuter than Hef's girls, eh Dad?

Okay, okay, I don't think they were going for a Playboy Bunny exactly. But the combination of a black leotard, sheer tights, ears and a white fluffy tail (sans bunny nose or whiskers or other little kid things) just kind of ended up looking like I should be practicing the Bunny Dip when picking up my juice box.

But damn I was ADORABLE (and Daniel aka Leonardo wasn't too bad either - check out the form on that ninja stance):

I already don't know what to do with my hands.

(Too bad my awkward stage began approximately three weeks after that photo was taken and continued for 75% of my life thus far.)

flying V!

So my section of Communications 101 (the one I teach) is D4, which always makes me think of The Mighty Ducks whenever I say it or write emails or whatever because I am convinced if they ever made a fourth  movie to expand the iconic 90's trilogy it would inevitably be called D4: ICE SHOWDOWN or D4: DUCKS LAST FLIGHT or something equally terrible/awesome like that.

(It's kind of like how whenever I talk about WALL STREET: MONEY NEVER SLEEPS, which I totally want to see, I have to say it in the type of voice you reserve for all-caps type things). Say it now. WALL STREET: MONEY NEVER SLEEPS. I know you used the voice.

Okay, also:

Can you honestly tell me you don't think those bubble gum bubbles are positioned a little awkwardly over Emilio Estevez's junk? They look like little buttcheeks... or boobs... or overly large balls. Inapprop. (Sorry Mom and Dad.)