A King's Day ( haunted humpday part 2)

It's Here!

It's birthday-day for Stephen King!

Happy 70th Birthday!!!!!

 

I've spoken about it often and written about it here a few times

but I will revisit why he means so much to me.

The first book of his I read was

 

I was still a child so I didn't understand much of it.

Staying over at my aunt's house watching 'Carrie"as the late night movie was a different thing all together..

I'm still afraid of the part when her mom lights the house up with all the candles.

I think this song was the reason that scene creeps me out so much!

It seems he has always been with me

in many pockets of time..good and bad.

I had my daughter and needed a book to read in the early stages of labor:

'Salem's Lot"

When I was treated horribly by someone

 I read 'The Mist' and forgot why I had been sad in the first place,

Reading 'Everything's Eventual' after I got married and being relieved

 someone else was in the room when I got scared.

During a sleepover with my daughter, my niece, nephew and a puppy named Kane..

(all cozy on my bed room floor in sleeping bags)

I read 'The girl who loved Tom Gordon' and knew that was going to be a vivid memory one day.

I reach for his books

for comfort and familiarity

like taking the hand of old friend,

which seems odd at times considering how terrifying his stories usually are.

But

Sometimes his scary is easier to deal with than my scary...

 

He was with me during

 my father's illness and eventual passing a few years ago,

In attorney's office last summer..

In a courthouse last November

In a very scary doctor's office

& just recently, in a hospital room. 

 

I can count on him and he is always there.

I've passed my love for him and his books down to my girls.

Hopefully

they will also find the light in the dark that he brings and learn the lessons that he teaches.

So

the festivities started last night, or rather, this morning at the stroke of midnight..

We were watching Creepshow and heard a light tapping at the window..

well of course it was Danny Glick 

waiting to be invited in...

He was the first to arrive..

Then the guests started to pour in..

Church came back, again!

Helena invited Carrie..

and Pennywise 1990

 

We heard a eerie scraping sound over by the sewer grate

(next to the pantry)

and out popped Pennywise 2017

Mr. Barlow appeared in the kitchen.

and Aunt Sylvia made an appearance too.

 

 

aww, even General and the nasty little troll are here!

Here Comes Jordy and his bucket of meteor shit!

It looks like the werewolves arrived..

This one is from the Neibolt house

And this one looks the guy from Cycle of the Werewolf

 

speaking of which,

This is how they got here...

The manglers are here too, practically knocking down the door!

 

We decided that it was probably a good idea to feed them all.

So we brought out the food.

Eyeball, anyone?

How about getting lost in a maze cake from the Overlook?

the Children of the Corndogs are pretty tasty too..

Now it's time to sing Happy Birthday!!

I see Annie Wilkes stopped by

and..... shhhh! he didn't want me to say anything but

Stephen King couldn't resist visiting either!

As the guest of honor,

We had him sit at the head of the table.

He heard about this awesome party and could not help himself!

I think the crate cake was what lured him over, haha!

Ok ok

he's made of cardboard but it could happen!!  

You never know!

It's his birthday and WE actually got some gifts!

My older daughter and my niece bought us goodies.

Frida Kahlo lipsticks

Halloween socks

CREEPSHOW graphic novel

this solar, wiggly, dia de los muertos toy

 (plus a super toasty, fleece Halloween blanket

 that is not pictured cause Helena is all wrapped up in it)

Tomorrow night we are going out to dinner and then to watch 'It'

I hope you enjoyed our little celebration.

By now you probably can guess that the King and I 

are a bit entwined.

I buy his books and He alters my life : )

...

Although i have no romantic notions towards this man

I do, however occasionally dream of him..

sometimes it's just us, hanging out..talking abut his books..

other times, ok four times, 

I have had this recurring dream that we are dancing the Tango.

(I have no idea why that particular dance)

I wake up from these dreams with the song 'Por una cabeza' stuck in my head.

The song is beautiful, so I'm including it in case you want to listen.

and I will leave you with this image of us dancing:

Hey, it's my birthday party for him, I can ask him to Tango if I want!! 

it could happen, you never know.

Have an amazing day & don't forget to eat some cake and

 thank you for stopping by!