Halloween

Okay, let's gossip shall we? 
I mean I've been writing depressing stuff and why not go lower and gossip. 

I saw this and it made me laugh.

I showed it to Rick and said, "wanna bet Nancy gives this out for Halloween?"
He got a real kick out of that then said, "not if there is dressing in there, she'd never allow for that fatty dressing."  
I nodded my head knowing full well he was right.

You see we have a new neighbor. They rotate every two years because it's a rental. They are made to sign a 2 yr agreement. After 2 yrs no one stays for $2,700 a month + when they realize the landlord is a dick. 
Yes, that is the nicest thing I can say about him.

This new chickie as Rick refers to her is a stick.
She awakes before the crack of dawn. I see her on my 5am walks all excited to go to the gym. It takes everything I can to have a smile at that hour and not slap the little shit. She is all happy and talkative at that hour and she is in constant motion, never standing to talk but running in place. She exhausts me.

She comes home from working out for 2 hrs and gets her kids off to school. 
They are very young girls. I am guessing 1st and 3rd grade.
They could be older because they are tiny as their mom.
She tells me she works from home but each time I walk the dog she is heading out to a yoga class, a boot camp class and of course this is in addition to her 5a gym work out.  She has 2 - 3 exercise classes a day she tells me proudly. When does she have time to work and take care and be with her family?

I know she is telling me this while her inner conversation in her mind is saying, 'Look you chubby old broad get out there and do this yourself, you need it.'
But while she is thinking that about me I am thinking to myself, I'd rather get a root canal without novocaine than be that fanatic about exercise.
But I smile and nod while she tells me excitedly about her classes.

She is very small. She is taller than me but most are over the age of 12. 
She is probably 5'3 or 4. She has thighs the size of my ring finger.
When I made cookies for Rick I brought some over to her girls.
She wouldn't let them eat them. They saw the plate of cookies and she said no we don't eat cookies. I beg to differ, you don't want cookies because heaven forbid one cookie should touch the mouth of one of your daughters.

They don't need cookies she went on or begin to get fat at this age she tells me.
Okay then.  I took my cookies and walked home. But not before the neighbor on the other side was getting out of his car and said, "for me?" as I stood there holding a plate of cookies. 
I laughed and said, "Yes, Tom just for you." 
He was thrilled and I let it be that they were for him.

The other day when we were out front sweeping leaves as Izzy laid in the grass she came over with the girls to chat. The girls want a dog but she won't allow that until they are old enough to walk said dog. I was thinking, gee all that walking is exercise you nut job. isn't that what you want?" 
But that stayed in my head because I have a filter, unlike my hubby.

Rick asked the girls what they were going to be for Halloween. 
They were so excited to talk about what princess they would be and what was going on at school and the local parade of costumes. 
Rick said to the girls, "Well we can't wait until you ring our bell and we get to see you. What kind of candy do you like?"

The mom instantly said, "What do we do girls with our candy?"
In unison like trained robots and with their head down they said in a sad whine, "we give it away" as they didn't make eye contact.
Oh my God, that broke my heart. They looked so forlorn.

I said, "you give it away? why that is so nice of you." 
Knowing full well this skinny wench won't let candy touch the girl's lips for fear they will be fat not because she is being thoughtful to others less fortunate.
The mother said, 'they are allowed to pick out 4 or 5 pieces to keep and eat over the year, the rest is given away."  4 or 5 between 2 girls.Over a year? 2 pieces a piece over a year?  Why not just stop after 4 or 5 doors then? Why make them see all this candy that they can't have. 
It all seemed mean to me.
Their mom must have been a fat kid and this is her issue she is handing down to them. 

My husband being without filter said, "Really not even letting them have one indulgence all year for a kid? Wow, you're tough." 
She went off on how this starts bad habits and they don't need all that sugar and 4 or 5 in the house is not what she would want but a compromise made with her husband. Then she rolled her eyes.  
She doesn't think they should have any. 

So then Mr. No Filter said, "Did you go trick or treating as a kid or were you expected to just watch your friends have all the fun?" 
She said I went and I ate all the candy and now I must pay for it. 
She said that so strongly, "I must pay for it" like a motto or like she was punishing herself. How sad if that is the case.

My God this was the weirdest conversation. She must pay for it? 
Perhaps she was heavy and now is an exercise fanatic. Anorexic?
Those poor little girls.
I bet when they grow up they will go batshit crazy for candy because they have been deprived. 

My parents wouldn't let me take my candy into my room and I knew it was because they knew that I'd eat it all. They were right. 
We ate a lot on that night and then felt sick and didn't want any for awhile. 
But it lasted for months and our bags were handed to us when we asked. 
Yes, we were monitored but no one told us no. If my sister or I took more than one at a time my mom would take the bags away and say that is it girls. (Sometimes we got to keep two.)
Mom said this all stern but we would giggle and run.  When our candy was gone, that was it, no stealing from a sister. Bribing a sister worked, but not often. 

We did do a lot of trades though. 
I liked a lot of things my sister didn't so there were always trades. 
In fact, when we came home on Halloween night we would empty our bags on the floor and sort through it. Always gave my Dad the apples. Then my sister and I would begin our exchanges. 
I'll give you a baby ruth for that almond joy. 
I don't recall either of us eating more than one full-size bar which we got in those days unless it was smartees or something like that. 
I could make those Necco wafers last a long time. But more often than not I used those for negotiations with my sister. She loved them all but the black ones. I loved the black ones best so I would get her black ones and still get a baby ruth for exchanging. I won on that deal!

I LOVE Halloween so I hope they have fun at school.
I used to get some candy at school too. Wonder if the mom told the teachers no candy for her kids. I hope not because watching the other kids around them eating candy and not being able to have it would be so difficult. I hope the girls get their candy at school and not a salad.