Saturday, October 31, 2009

trick or treat, smell my feet, give me swine flu that'd be neat

It's 10:26 on Halloween, or is it technically 9:26?

I never can figure out daylight savings/ifyouaskmeagiantwasteof/time. It maketh no sense and I am far too busy/uninterested in changing my clock around and gaining or losing that extra hour of sleep. I think I need to move to Arizona where they don't mess with this junk.

And I'm baking. On Halloween night, at 10:30. Pretty sure the Hub is downstairs sawing proverbial logs while I'm up here baking the crap out of some pumpkin spice whoopie pies (click on it, I have a feeling these puppies just might change my life, and waist size, forever). I've got a baby blessing to attend tomorrow, and one knows one cannot show up empty handed to such an occasion. So here we are, baking late at night, on Halloween. Pretty sure I said that already.

We took the Nub out to trick or treat of course, like all good parents do, and it wasn't until we got home some hours later that it did dawn on me that we just played knock knock pass the swine flu at every house we went to. How this did not occur to me before the fact I am mystified. MY KID IS GOING TO GET SWINE FLU FROM TRICK OR TREATING AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT BECAUSE I MADE HIM GO, he's one year old, he had no choice, victim. Stupid H1N1. Stupid Kalli. Now I have to go chuck all the candy I had carefully planned on stashing away to get me through until Thanksgiving, because for all I know it's teeming with microscopic harbingers of death just waiting for me to peel back that plastic wrapper and dive in to uncertain doom.

Trick or treating=overrated and apparently life threatening. Uggh, kill me now.
Wait, I don't mean that.

We went to P-town of all places for all the Halloween festivities, Met up with the Connie, Stoopid (who is gestating!) and her Sweetcheeks. Tried to get in on the whole trick or treat Center Street thing but sort of missed out by about 2 hours. Ah well, to the tree streets instead. My SIL met us there with the rest of the grandkids (minus one) and around we went.

Oddly enough, I miss Provo. There is no more beautiful place on earth in the fall than that little slice of loveliness nestled deep in the heart of the Wasatch Front.

I can't believe I just typed that sentence.

Apparently baking late at night on Halloween will make you wax poetic, note to self.

I should end this.

On our way home, after dancing around with the death virus, we cruised down 9th east and just for old time's sake hit up the Crest drive through for a couple of crisp 32 oz DP's, (oh Crest drive through, how I've missed you and your skanky window girls).

Talk to me in 2 weeks and I'll tell you whether or not it was all worth it (i.e. no swine flu).

At least the DP was good and my kid was cute, is cute. Success in my book by any level.

13 notes:

Emily said...

Maybe you came to my house, but maybe I wasn't home. Darn it. How have I lived here almost a year and a half and not known that Crest had a drive-through?

Emily said...

Also, did you get a lot of doughnuts/cookies? My little corner of the tree streets gave out a lot of those.

Emily said...

Also, the nub is stinking adorable. Darling darling. And now I'm done because my laptop battery is out. Out.

Mrs. Organic said...

I believe DP is just as good as the swine flu vaccine. Those cookies look delish - how were they?

rookie cookie said...

Damn the time change. Van woke up an hour early this morning and I am holding the biggest grudge against my son.

Something that Utah has that I love is drive-thrus at gas stations. They don't have those in California because a window so close to the cash register would just make way for more armed robberies. They don't even have drive-thru banking. But here, you can go to the gas station and get some potato wedges, a Diet DP and a pink sugar cookie without having to drag your kids out of the car. It is most excellent.

BTW, we should go to the park this week. It's supposed to be warm. Reply to my comment and we will converse.

Connie Keisel said...

Sure was fun even with the risk...Thanks for coming down.

kjwoolf said...

Kalli my dad hits up the crest drive through on a daily basis.... and those chicks look wretched. Meth addicts, crack whore for sure, someone looked like they just got out of jail. I guess thats what you get when you work at a drive through gas station. The DP is the best though, I never drink that stuff, but started when I moved here- maybe it has something to do with Provo?

Thanks for stopping by on Halloween. It was fun to see you, nub and hub for a second.

~j. said...

Hope I'm not she who gave you any type of flu.


I loved seeing you and your awesome boys.

La Yen said...

SO mad I missed you! Freaking Trunk or Treat...

Rochelleht said...

Ah, Swine Flu's not so bad.

Yea, right! SUCKS ROCKS!! Hope you don't come down with it.

Anne-Marie said...

I was thinking the same hysteric, germ-infested trick or treating thoughts. Glad I'm not alone.

(I want to munch on your train operator. His face is too much.)

Gardner Clan said...

He is dreamy adorable!!

Kelsey K. Hartley said...

Hahaha I was one of those skanky window girls at one time! I worked the Crest over at Provo Town Center. Okay, maybe I was an exception to the rule. I can't help agreeing with the generalization though.
I wouldn't worry too much about the swine flu after trick or treating. You can get it from the lady who sneezes behind you in the grocery store just as easily. Don't throw the candy out! Just don't lick the wrappers. I think that's a pretty good rule to follow anyway. You never know where those wrappers have been. Seriously! Throwing away perfectly delicious candy? That's not the Kalli I know.