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OK, I really don't hate
Halloween. In fact, I really like the "holiday". I love to see well-done costumes and to watch my children have so much fun gathering all that candy and showing off their costumes. It's fun to watch them have fun. Even my office-mates enjoy the black-and-orange season. This morning we all walked downstairs to see the parade of three-year-old preschoolers come through in their costumes while trick-or-treating at the downtown businesses. We oohed and aahhed at the pirate, the princess, the flower and the pilot.
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**I hate that almost every holiday has turned into a candy holiday. For several years now I have drastically cut down on the amount of candy I give the kids for Easter (along with other holidays). This year, I went shopping for presents and Easter basket goodies on Saturday, which depending on how you think about it was either a great idea or a terrible idea. There were not many choices left in the candy aisle, and about 20 of us standing around looking at reject candy. Being limited, though, was great. Each kid got about six of those tiny chocolate eggs, and about six plastic eggs that had a handful of Skittles or jelly beans in them. I was pretty proud of that. And then on Easter we went to a friend's house. There was an egg hunt. And Uh. Mah. Gawd. did they make out with some serious loot. I emptied all the eggs last night into our community stash of candy where we have Halloween, Christmas and Valentine's Day leftovers. The bucket is overflowing now. Grrr.
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Did you see
this story on the new type of diabetes that they've named today? It's really a sub-category of type 2 and many people will be moved from one diagnosis to the other.
Type 2.41 will make it clear to others immediately that the condition is the patient's fault, rather than just guessing as the population is forced to do now. This will make it much easier and more efficient to stereotype and discriminate.
Type 2.41 is characterized by obesity and couch potato tendencies and a ravenous appetite for refined carbohydrates and sugar. It also tends to indicate slovenliness, littering, an unwillingness to vote, owning a car that gets less than 20 MPG, poor personal hygiene and many other modern sins.
Type 2.41 is easily remedied, but we know it won't be as 'these people' are unwilling and uninterested in improving their lot in life.
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Olivia is planning on going trick-or-treating tonight. She's 13, so a bit old to be doing it, but she's using her little sister as an excuse. Who am I to knock that? I did the same thing all the way thru high school - hey, someone had to take my sister out. My parents were more than happy to let me do it.
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The funniest part of Charlie's Edward Scissorhands costume was watching him struggle to grab treats out of candy bowls with his useless scissor hands while trick-or-treating. It was like watching a child use chopsticks. Eventually he had to ask the homeowner to just drop it in his bag for him.
Some called this cruel. Especially when he dropped a Kit-Kat on a neighbor's front porch and then clawed away at it unsuccessfully for 45 seconds like a crab while we watched and giggled from the sidewalk.
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Happy Halloween! I suspect it is only in the USA that Halloween has taken on such huge proportions. It's the number two holiday for decoration sales. There are probably a lot of interesting psychological reasons why Americans are drawn to a holiday all about appearing to be someone else; but that's a post for a different forum.
As a person with type 2 diabetes, I really dislike the candy aspect of the celebration. In all honesty, I really
LIKE the candy aspect, but dislike having to try and restrain myself. It didn't used to be ALL candy. Remember apples? But then the
urban myth of the razor blade in the apple started and that was the end of apples for trick or treat.
Remember "Trick or Treat for UNICEF"? I haven't see that for several years.
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Quick, top five Halloween candies.
Fine, I'll go first.
5. Baby Ruth
4. Whatchamacallit
3. Twix
2. Kit-Kat
1. Reeses Peanut Butter Cup
And just stop it Cadbury or Mars Inc. or any other bogus chocolate maker trying to come out with your own peanut butter and chocolate treat. Stop it! You're embarrassing yourself. None of you come even remotely close to the brilliance of the Reeses Peanut Butter Cup formula. When the kids get such wannabe candy dropped in their Halloween bags, I instruct them to throw it back from whence it came, like a home run ball to center field from the opposing team.
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My belly is grumbling, and not because it's dinner time. Anyone who's ever had a run-in with sugar-free candy knows what I'm talking about.
It started out innocently enough. Charged with the task of cleaning out the basement of his parents' house, hubby found his childhood Easter basket yesterday. He was excited. He wanted to share it. And what better timing. But considering our 5-month-old son is too young to get the whole meaning of the Easter Bunny, baskets and candy, he thought he'd be sweet and fill the basket for me.
Knowing that I'm doing my best to avoid carbs and keep my blood sugar under control, he did the thoughtful thing and bought me sugar-free candies. Chocolates, marshmallow bunnies and those good jellybeans that come in a surprizing varieties of flavors and taste like real, gourmet jellybeans, not some sub-par, sugar-free imposter.
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In the beginning, there is orange and black foil. That foil is joined by yellow and red, with the black fading away. In what seems like an instant, the yellow and orange are things of the past and the red takes hold alongside glittering green and silver. All of these beautifully colored foils, they signify the enemy. They are the harbingers of what is, quite possibly, the most difficult time of year for me; the dreaded days between Halloween and Christmas.
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Diabetes shows up in the most awful places. Take yesterday for example.
A little background first. Saturday night I was two hours away from home with my kids celebrating Hanukkah with old family friends. The Mr. was on call, so he stayed home. As we were preparing to leave and head to my parents' condo, No. 3 fell down a flight of stairs. No one saw her go, but No. 2 saw her at the bottom of the stairs. Actually, No. 2 saw No. 3's light-up shoes at the bottom of the stairs. This was a full flight of 10 to 12 stairs from a first floor to a basement.
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