halloween costumes - Halloween costumes are outfits worn on or around October 31, the day of Halloween. Halloween is a modern-day holiday originating in the Celtic pagan holiday of Samhain (in Christian times, the eve of All Saints Day).
- (Halloween Costume (n)) A slutty outfit that you really shouldn’t be wearing on any other day than Halloween, or else the Seaside Heights sluts will call you out.
- (Halloween costume) this is what children wear when they go trick or treating. Many common, or traditional costumes include vampires, witches, ghosts, werewolves, zombies. However, it is also common to see famous superheroes and celebrities as costumes such as batman, superman, etc.
for women - frigidity: failure to respond to sexual stimulus; aversion to sexual intercourse; the term is sometimes also used to refer to the failure to experience orgasm during intercourse.
baseball - A ball game played between two teams of nine on a field with a diamond-shaped circuit of four bases. It is played chiefly in the US, Canada, Latin America, and East Asia
- a ball game played with a bat and ball between two teams of nine players; teams take turns at bat trying to score runs; 'he played baseball in high school'; 'there was a baseball game on every empty lot'; 'there was a desire for National League ball in the area'; 'play ball!'
- Baseball was the first-ever baseball computer game, and was created on a PDP-10 mainframe computer at Pomona College in 1971 by student Don Daglow. The game (actually spelled BASBAL due to the 6-character file name length restrictions) continued to be enhanced periodically through 1976.
Here's to the Years! Happy 90th Birthday, Grandma!
I'm in love with it, period. This is a picture I took of my grandma. For those of you who don't know what's going on, she's celebrating. Next month, on October 20, she will be 90 years old. This is quite a feat for her. A few years ago she broke her hip and the survival rate for people over 70 who break a hip is about 50%. Not only did she beat that statistic, but she overcame all odds and exceeded doctors' expectations for how well she would be doing at this point.My grandma is a driving force in my life and I am a better person for knowing her. I know the following passage gets lengthy but it's a speech I wrote about a person I admire and, of course, it's about my grandmother. I invite you to read it if you have time and get a better glimpse of this amazing woman that I love.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“There’s the wind-up, and the pitch. It’s a hit! It’s going back...back. It’s outta here, Folks!” Don’t be deceived, this is no ordinary baseball game. The stadium is my backyard, I’m the pitcher. The announcer is my little brother. And the batter, you ask? The batter is none other than my then 83-year-old grandmother. My grandma was always the cool grandma. She has been a driving force in my life and my words could never explain my love and gratitude for her. However, I will attempt to give you a glimpse of an amazing woman who is not only a baseball player, but also a caretaker, storyteller, chef, teacher, and all around trouble-maker. I am here to give you a glimpse at the woman I call “Grandmommy”. My mom worked when I was little so she left me with my grandma. This was convenient for everyone since my grandma lived in the finished lower level of our split level ranch. I’d always get so excited to hear her footsteps coming up the stairs, knowing that soon she’d be in to wake me up for a breakfast of pancakes or waffles. She’d make them just the way I liked with butter and extra syrup. She would then serve them to me in the living room while I watched Sesame Street. My mornings were always an enjoyable experience. After breakfast, my grandma became my teacher and storyteller. She would read to me for hours, thus instilling in me my passion for reading. She read everything to me from and the comics in the newspaper to children's books. She still fuels my love of reading today by sending newspaper articles and her old books my way. Unfortunately, with age her sight is not as good as it used to be and she has difficulty reading. We loved to watch TV together. We would watch Lamb Chop together in the mornings and even on my mom’s days off I’d go down to watch it with my grandma. Despite our avid Lamb Chop watching, our favorite thing to watch was ice skating. During commercials I would mimic the moves I saw the skaters doing. No matter how poorly executed those moves were, (and believe me, they were poorly executed) my grandma would clap and cheer and urge me to go on. On occasion she’d get up and jump around with me which I always thought was cool. She loved to decorate for every holiday, even the offbeat ones like Columbus Day and President’s Day. She’d dress up for Halloween every year, even if there was no one to see her costume but the family. She turned her space into a Halloween haven and called it her “Spook House.” The Christmas tree always went up the day after Thanksgiving and was always decorated within the week. She played a game with me at Christmas time, telling me that one of Santa’s elves talked to her at night. I’d write letters to him and magically the next day, he’d written me back and left me a toy. I never caught on that the elf’s handwriting somehow looked exactly like my grandmother’s or that she was the only one who ever saw him. One of my favorite memories of my grandmother are the summers we spent out on her patio. Often, we’d sit and listen to the baseball game (she was an avid baseball lover) and sip peach soda in the sun. When we weren’t doing that, I’d listen to her tell me stories of her days as a child when they didn’t have TV. I was fascinated by that fact and she’d tell me the story over and over again. Sometimes, I’d play bug catcher and save my grandmother from the pesky bugs on the patio. She’d reward me with a big hug and a cookie. Those were the days. A few years ago my grandma broke her hip. Now, many people chalk that up to old age. However, this is not the case. My grandma broke her hip because she lost her footing in her high heels. Yes, you heard me correctly, her high heels. She never went anywhere without her heels, even at 85. After she broke her hip, the doctor told her she could never wear them again. He also told her that she would have to use a walker or a four-pronged cane for the rest of her life. That didn’t go over too well with Grandma and she told the doctor exactly where he could take his advice. She
Here's to the Years -- Sketch
I'm in love with it, period. This is a picture I took of my grandma and then edited on dumpr.net with the sketch tool. For those of you who don't know what's going on, she's celebrating. Next month, on October 20, she will be 90 years old. This is quite a feat for her. A few years ago she broke her hip and the survival rate for people over 70 who break a hip is about 50%. Not only did she beat that statistic, but she overcame all odds and exceeded doctors' expectations for how well she would be doing at this point.My grandma is a driving force in my life and I am a better person for knowing her. I know the following passage gets lengthy but it's a speech I wrote about a person I admire and, of course, it's about my grandmother. I invite you to read it if you have time and get a better glimpse of this amazing woman that I love.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“There’s the wind-up, and the pitch. It’s a hit! It’s going back...back. It’s outta here, Folks!” Don’t be deceived, this is no ordinary baseball game. The stadium is my backyard, I’m the pitcher. The announcer is my little brother. And the batter, you ask? The batter is none other than my then 83-year-old grandmother. My grandma was always the cool grandma. She has been a driving force in my life and my words could never explain my love and gratitude for her. However, I will attempt to give you a glimpse of an amazing woman who is not only a baseball player, but also a caretaker, storyteller, chef, teacher, and all around trouble-maker. I am here to give you a glimpse at the woman I call “Grandmommy”. My mom worked when I was little so she left me with my grandma. This was convenient for everyone since my grandma lived in the finished lower level of our split level ranch. I’d always get so excited to hear her footsteps coming up the stairs, knowing that soon she’d be in to wake me up for a breakfast of pancakes or waffles. She’d make them just the way I liked with butter and extra syrup. She would then serve them to me in the living room while I watched Sesame Street. My mornings were always an enjoyable experience. After breakfast, my grandma became my teacher and storyteller. She would read to me for hours, thus instilling in me my passion for reading. She read everything to me from and the comics in the newspaper to children's books. She still fuels my love of reading today by sending newspaper articles and her old books my way. Unfortunately, with age her sight is not as good as it used to be and she has difficulty reading. We loved to watch TV together. We would watch Lamb Chop together in the mornings and even on my mom’s days off I’d go down to watch it with my grandma. Despite our avid Lamb Chop watching, our favorite thing to watch was ice skating. During commercials I would mimic the moves I saw the skaters doing. No matter how poorly executed those moves were, (and believe me, they were poorly executed) my grandma would clap and cheer and urge me to go on. On occasion she’d get up and jump around with me which I always thought was cool. She loved to decorate for every holiday, even the offbeat ones like Columbus Day and President’s Day. She’d dress up for Halloween every year, even if there was no one to see her costume but the family. She turned her space into a Halloween haven and called it her “Spook House.” The Christmas tree always went up the day after Thanksgiving and was always decorated within the week. She played a game with me at Christmas time, telling me that one of Santa’s elves talked to her at night. I’d write letters to him and magically the next day, he’d written me back and left me a toy. I never caught on that the elf’s handwriting somehow looked exactly like my grandmother’s or that she was the only one who ever saw him. One of my favorite memories of my grandmother are the summers we spent out on her patio. Often, we’d sit and listen to the baseball game (she was an avid baseball lover) and sip peach soda in the sun. When we weren’t doing that, I’d listen to her tell me stories of her days as a child when they didn’t have TV. I was fascinated by that fact and she’d tell me the story over and over again. Sometimes, I’d play bug catcher and save my grandmother from the pesky bugs on the patio. She’d reward me with a big hug and a cookie. Those were the days. A few years ago my grandma broke her hip. Now, many people chalk that up to old age. However, this is not the case. My grandma broke her hip because she lost her footing in her high heels. Yes, you heard me correctly, her high heels. She never went anywhere without her heels, even at 85. After she broke her hip, the doctor told her she could never wear them again. He also told her that she would have to use a walker or a four-pronged cane for the rest of her life. That didn’t go over too well with Grandma and she told the d
