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		<title>YA Indie Carnival&#8230;.Halloween, baby. Halloween.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Okay, so today&#8217;s YA Indie Carnival topic is &#8216;Your favorite Halloween memory&#8217;. Okay, so my life as a child was picture perfect. Seriously, you can&#8217;t believe how many times we sat at our kitchen table with mom in an apron serving pork chops and applesauce. Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration but I really did have [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://fisheramelie.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Carnivaltickets_0011.png"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-546" title="Carnivaltickets_001" src="http://fisheramelie.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Carnivaltickets_0011.png" alt="" width="275" height="191" /></a>Okay, so today&#8217;s YA Indie Carnival topic is &#8216;Your favorite Halloween memory&#8217;. Okay, so my life as a child was picture perfect. Seriously, you can&#8217;t believe how many times we sat at our kitchen table with mom in an apron serving pork chops and applesauce. Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration but I really did have a wonderful childhood, save for the occasional comment from my brothers or sisters that I was &#8216;too weird to be a part of them&#8217;, followed by the immediate question, &#8216;Were you adopted?&#8217; Then my dad would smack said sibling over the head and pat my own, assuring me that, though I was definitely weird, I was &#8216;their weirdo&#8217;. Ah, acceptance. LOL!</p>
<p>Wow, I just got majorly sidetracked. Moving on. Anyway, I brought up that picture-perfect idea of us because I wanted to brace you for the years and years and<em> years</em> of Halloweens where me&#8217; ma&#8217; would <em>make</em> our costumes like she wasn&#8217;t the mother of six kids. I&#8217;m not kidding, one year I was stuffed in a black spray painted box with a top hat and a large foil circle lens and paraded myself around as a Kodak camera, did a little tap dance for my neighbors and everything. Another year, ma dressed us all up as different kinds of fruits and we were a giant fruit salad in a wagon &#8216;bowl&#8217;. My brother was a bunch of grapes, courtesy of purple baloons and a paper sack stem&#8230;by the end of the night he was &#8216;devoured&#8217; by the neighbor&#8217;s shrubs, leaving a measly four grapes. Poor kid.</p>
<p>Then there was the time my mom spent weeks painting large poster boards to look like a deck of cards. She connected them with string  and draped them over our shoulders like an ancient &#8216;Eat at Joe&#8217;s&#8217; human advert. I swear, we looked like the red queen&#8217;s guards with all the tripping and sliding over each other as we marched up and down the sidewalk in our imperfect line.</p>
<p>But my <em>favorite</em> Halloween was the year I went to my best friend Hayley&#8217;s junior high party. Her mother was one of those amazing, intelligent, funny ladies that had a kick ace sense of style and was so much fun she was practically part of our group, save for the fact that she was obviously the &#8216;adult&#8217; and wouldn&#8217;t let us do anything that could be described as &#8216;too much fun&#8217;. My mother had this awesome red plaid A-line from the freaking seventies with black velvet on the sleeves and sides. The sleeves ran all the way to my wrists. I loved it. I was, like, thirteen but it fit. Yeah, my dad got the biggest kick out of that. Let me explain, I&#8217;m five foot eight and my mom is five foot three. She couldn&#8217;t believe it. Anyway, my mom sewed a wire hanger hoop into the hem of the skirt, giving it a fantastic &#8216;Old South&#8217; look, then topped my dark ringlets with a massive grey felt hat (from the same era). She tied a large ribbon over the hat, finishing off with a large bow under my chin. A make-shift bonnet.</p>
<p>I. WAS. SCARLET. O&#8217;HARA.</p>
<p>After a few, &#8216;I don&#8217;t know nothin&#8217; &#8217;bout birthin&#8217; no babies&#8217; and &#8216;Frankly, my dear, I don&#8217;t give a damn&#8217;s', I was chauffeured in our silver van/horse drawn carriage to Hayley&#8217;s house where I proceeded to have the best dang time ever. Hayley&#8217;s mom, Karen, transformed her amazing backyard garden into an elaborate carnival complete with fortune reader and a bobbing for apples station. By the way, according to Madame Karen, I would become a flight attendant, travel the world, seeing all the sights, then just as I grew weary of jet-setting, I&#8217;d meet my husband in <em>first class. </em>We&#8217;d marry and live in a mansion off Martha&#8217;s Vineyard and have lots of babies. Not quite what happened but close, kind of, not really. She was a fabulous mom but a terrible psychic&#8230;I remember lights everywhere and amazing costumes, including a giant paper mache&#8217; Frankenstein donned by none other than the ornery Tim, fellow classmate and class clown. We ate chili dogs and drank soda and laughed until <em>very</em> late at night&#8230;a scandalous MIDNIGHT. Gasp! A few times I&#8217;d felt compelled to lean on whomever was near and complain of &#8216;the vapors&#8217; but righted myself soon enough.</p>
<p>It was a lovely night. A lovely time was had by all and it was my very favorite Halloween.</p>
<p><a href="http://yaauthorclub.blogspot.com/p/whats-new-this-week.html" target="_blank">Come see what&#8217;s new at the Carnival this week!</a></p>
<p>The rest of my Indie cast are all awaiting your beautiful eyes. So go&#8230;<br />
<a title="Dani's Blog" href="http://www.refractedlightreviews.com/" target="_blank">The Amazing Dani Snell<br />
</a><a title="Patti Larsen" href="http://pattilarsen.blogspot.com/">The Incredible Patti Larsen<br />
</a><a title="Courtney Cole's Blog" href="http://courtneycolewrites.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">The Talented Courtney Cole<br />
</a><a title="Wren's Blog" href="http://wrenemerson.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">The Witty Wren Emerson<br />
</a><a title="Nicole Williams' Blog" href="http://nicoleawilliams.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Accomplished Nicole Williams<br />
</a><a title="Laura Elliott's Blog" href="http://laurasmagicday.livejournal.com/" target="_blank">The Clever Laura Elliott<br />
</a><a title="Amy Jones' Blog" href="http://www.amyjonesyaff.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Skillful Amy Jones<br />
</a><a title="PJ Hoover" href="http://pjhoover.blogspot.com/">The Staggering P.J. Hoover<br />
</a><a title="Alicia McCalla" href="http://www.aliciamccalla.com/" target="_blank">The Brilliant Alicia McCalla<br />
</a><a title="Heather Cashman" href="http://heathercashman.com/better_off_read" target="_blank">The Resplendent Heather Cashman<br />
</a><a title="Abbi Glines" href="http://www.abbiglines.com/" target="_blank">The Lustrous Abbi Glines<br />
</a><a title="Cheri Schmidt" href="http://cherischmidt.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Polished Cheri Schmidt<br />
</a><a title="Cidney Swanson" href="http://cidneyswanson.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Inventive Cidney Swanson<br />
</a><a title="Rachel Coles' Blog" href="http://rachelcoles.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">The Radiant Rachel Coles<br />
</a><a title="T.R. Graves' Blog" href="http://thewarriorseries.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Gifted T.R. Graves<br />
</a><a title="Cyndi Tefft" href="http://ctefft.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Phenomenal Cyndi Tefft</a><br />
<a href="http://www.lexusluke.com/" target="_blank">The Lovely Lexus Luke<br />
</a><a href="http://www.suzyturner.com/" target="_blank">The Sassy Suzy Turner</a><br />
<a href="http://hereventuality.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Exceptional Gwenn Wright</a><br />
<a href="http://kimberlykinrade.com/" target="_blank">The Stupendous Kimberly Kinrade</a><br />
<a href="http://mleightonbooks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Quick J.L. Bryan<br />
The Saucy Darby Karchut<br />
The Magnificent M. Leighton </a><br />
<a href="http://www.madelinesmoot.com/category/ya/" target="_blank">The Impressive Madeline Smoot</a></p>
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