Well....I fully intended to write a post about the history of Halloween (or All Hallowed Even(evening) as it was before it was shortened) but then as I was doing the research I started to glaze over. Too reminiscent of the recent papers I had to write. Plus the house is only halfway clean and really, we all know I'm just procrastinating. Which I shouldn't because MLP (that's Marshal Lance Poer, I don't know why I just like calling him his full name. Drives him a little irritated) will be home soon and I believe he is taking me up on my offer of help and putting me to work. Blech, blah, just offered to be nice but I guess I'll lend a hand. I do get how much it does sucketh to have to work on Saturday. Especially since, and it may just be me (and my Mom) but on Saturdays I am more prone to the veggietated state. I am way more active on a Sunday morning (after the obligatory round of home shows on HGTV) than I am for the whole day on Saturday. Go figure. Plus I somehow seem to have agreed to go see Paranormal Activity 2 AND WATCH THE FIRST ONE...all in the SAME DAY. Think I might have been slipped a mickey because I have been avoiding those types of things like the plague recently (I get night terrors, so anything about anything in your house at night while your sleeping is a bad idea). So, all in all, maybe it is a good thing I'm procrastinating. I did have this one professor in college who used to spin procrastinating into perfection and that those that procrastinated were really just type A perfectionist who wanted it just right.
Nah, not me! So back to the original thought behind this post. All Saints Day originally came about when Pope Boniface consecrated the Pantheon in Rome to the Virgin Mary and all the Martyrs May 13 609 or 610. Pope Gregory III moved it in the 730s to November 1. This is considered a Holy Day of obligation (meaning we have to go to Mass). Now around the same time of the year, the Celtics celebrated Samhain, which was basically the time from the lighter part of the year to the darker part of the year. The Scots called it (once the Church came to that part of the world) All Hallows Even because it was the night before All Saints Day. Skip over some more hundred years and what you get is a great excuse to dress up, get and eat waaay too much candy and have an excuse to jump out and scare little kids. Any other time of the year if you made someone pee their pants, you'd just be mean! ;~)
Everyone be safe, have fun and remember....the Reese's are mine!!!
LGFN, Later Gator For Now
PS..Happy Birthday Tiffany and Reese