I had (in theory) such a great Halloween costume idea in mind this year! For once I didn’t go as myself, a crippled Disney princess or a pre-pubescent singing sensation. My Duchess of Cambridge costume had the dress, the pantyhose, the shoes, THE RING, and a supremely shiteous brown wig (to add the scary element of Halloween).
All I had was my wine, that big ass ring and the weight I didn’t realize I’d gained since I bought that dress
Unfortunately, this year Mother Nature went as Hurricane Sandy for Halloween and quite literally blew my costume out of the water. I never ended up getting to the Halloween party I was supposed to go to on Saturday. Instead I built a hurricane shelter of decorative pillows, ate potato chips and caught up on my new favorite show The Mindy Project.
I decided that in addition to being a fightercock for Halloween, I will also go as Mindy Kaling next year (who is a fightercock in her own right). Not only will this be a racially appropriate costume for once, but I have no qualms about completely removing my already dilapidated filter and becoming a verbal-diarrhea inclined noise box for one night.
We are also both pretty self-absorbed
So what did I actually do on Halloween day?
Have you ever been to one of those haunted mansions where you walk around getting aneurysms every time some asshole dressed as a zombie jumps at you? Well, my bathroom is worse. Think of the worst fake haunted house you’ve ever been to, multiply that by Fear Factor and double it by Flavor Flav. THAT was how frighteningly dirty my bathroom was.
So on Halloween, I dressed up as a dirty bathroom cleaner and cleaned my dirty bathroom.
This costume comes complete with rubber gloves, my stained old York hoodie and a smile full of fake excitement.
But even though Halloween may officially be over, today is one of the best Catholic holidays: All Saint’s Day!
As a practicing Catholic who can`t get through a full Hail Mary without thinking about what I’m going to eat next or what I would do to my hot neighbor if he ever saw him again, patron saints are my lifeline from not getting permanently cut off by The Big Guy.
With so many prayer requests, 95% of which in recent years had to with my immigration papers, it is only natural that God assign some His most trusted buds in the bizz to handle bitch fests prayer intake paperwork.
Roman Catholisicm may have had a pretty bad rep, but those guys thought of everything when assigning saints. And so today, in honor of my Catholic upbringing, here are a list of some favorite saints and some random ones that I mentally yell for on any given day:
1) St. Anthony- Patron saint of lost things.
Common prayer: Dear St. Anthony, I lost my mind. Can you please find me a bottle of Pinot instead?
2) St. Joseph- Patron saint of workers.
Common prayer: St. Joe, can you please inspire my patients to shower?
3) St. Isidore of Seville: Patron Saint of the Internet
Common prayer: St. Is, how many naked Ryan Gosling pictures can I download before Rogers flags my account? #girdyourloinswithgosling
4) St. Dymphna- Patron saint of insanity and mental illness
Common prayer: St. D, since my fifth cup of coffee, I’ve had purple cucumbers dancing in my head. Now they’re on my Spreadsheet.
5) St. Drogo- Patron saint of Unattractive people
Common prayer: St. Drogo, I’m 26 and single. Please take away this plague of zits so my Neutrogena money can be better spent on a cat.
6) St. Francis of Assissi- Patron saint of writers/journalists/bloggers
Common prayer: St. Francis, please let this post get thousands of likes and ten thousand comments. Self-esteem doesn’t magically appear out of nowhere.
7) St. Genesius- Patron saint of comedy
Common prayer: St. Genesius, these pretzels are making me thirsty. Get it? (Of course he gets it! You think Seinfeld came up with this shit on his own?)
8) St. Jude- Patron saint of lost causes.
Common prayer: St. Jude, please let Michael Kors have a sale. Also, can you make me Canadian?
9) St. Anne- Patron saint of finding love
Common prayer: St. Anne, find me a man, as fast as you can, who doesn’t drive a white van, someone with a nice tan and preferrably not a Nickleback fan. (This is the lamest prayer ever)
10) St. Joseph Cafasso- Patron saint of Prussia
Common prayer: St. Joe C, Prussia hasn’t existed for the last 65 years. If you’re not doing anything, can you please help a sister out? And when I say sister, I mean St. Anne.
Bonus saint:
11) St. Polycarp- Patron saint of dysentery.
Common prayer: St. P, please let it all go down with one flush.
This list represents only a tiny fraction of the multitude of saints at your disposal. There’s a saint for any human need you could possibly imagine. And all jokes aside, I don’t know where I’d be without their constant intercession. I don’t talk about religion much, but I will say that some of these saints helped me through the toughest times in my life and that deserves way more than just a light-hearted blog post.
If you are still mourning the end of Halloween and care not much for saints then let me try and change your mind:
Come on!!! How can you say no to baby Mother Teresa?!
Seriously!! How can you!?
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