haunted houses

Every time the cold, windy holiday called Halloween rolls around people start talking about Haunted Houses. I hate haunted houses. Why do people enjoy being scared? Why do people enjoy feeling like they are stuck in a small, dark area they cannot escape from? I do not get it. People say, “oh, I just love the thrill!” Nope! Not me. I would rather just stay home, eat my trick or treat candy, and watch Casper, the friendly ghost. And to think that people pay money! They pay money to almost pee their pants in front of all their friends. Maybe I am just a overly sensitive, scared girl. Or maybe not. I hear all the other girls screaming; I see them jump and hold onto the closest guy to them. I must not be the only scared one. Everyone is scared, but everyone continues to return. They return back to the freaky monsters jumping out to grab you, back to the fake blood, back to the screaming, and back to paying money to get it! I simply do not understand their insanity.

arizona girl

I am an Arizona girl. I love the sunshine, heat, cloudless skies, and dry weather. Living in Rexburg, Idaho has definitely been an adventure for me. When temperatures reach to 30 degrees Fahrenheit, I am a frozen Popsicle. My husband actually changes my name once October hits. I am officially “Courtsicle” from October until June. If we were not working towards graduating from college, we would be living back in the beautiful state of Arizona, where winter does not exist. I find it difficult to comprehend why people think snow is vital to a winter. I have never had snowy winters, until recently, and winter was wonderful! I love being able to wear flip-flops in January. If I could run the world for a day it would be about 86 degrees, with a small breeze, and white cumulous clouds would be painted across the sky.