Not Enough Tricks...Probably Too Many Treats.

Happy Halloween all you Ghosts, Goblins, and Ghouls.

I am upright and mobile but still in a decent amount of pain and worst of all I can't have candy. I mean...REALLY?!?  UGH...Eat a Reese's for me would ya?

Halloween. I was raised in a pretty religious home so I never really participated in Halloween. I don't say that as a bad thing really but it is nice to see that my little sister (she is 14 years younger than I) dress up for Halloween where as I was not allowed to, nor go to school on that day, trick or treat, or answer the door. I sat in the dark and watched TV and that was kinda limited because well guess what was playing? Yup Halloween.

I have never really been a trickster...pretty much just take myself too damn serious for that nonsense :) but I didn't really get to "treat" in the typical way either. 

My Grandma would buy me a bag of candy and, I didn't remember this until my cousin told me, my Uncle Terry went Trick-or-Treating for me when we were in California. Awweeeeee. It was probably for the better that I was not sent out on a mission to collect as many sweets as I possible could. I would have weighed 300 pounds by my 6th Halloween and needed a king sized sheet as a costume. I have had a sugar addiction since I was born. Alright, maybe not that early but shortly there after. I can only imagine the amount of diet pills, jump ropes, and apples my 7 Halloween would have produced. Seriously there have been times in my life I have considered going as a bowling ball. 

I love my Grandma....*I love you Grandma* but somehow, somewhere she heard that sugar will stimulate your appetite (this is correct) but because she loved me sooooooo much she wanted me to eat a big breakfast (I, personally, don't think I ever had a problem with eating). So before breakfast every morning I got to have 2 Archway Cookies. 

If you have never had, or don't remember, these cookies you are missing out.  

Then I moved in with my mom (long story for a later date) and we had doughnuts and chocolate milk on hand most mornings. To this day I can go home to my mom's open the fridge and find a gallon of chocolate milk. My little sister (she is autistic) loooves this stuff. I still have sugar cravings when I first wake up in the morning but I don't really like doughnuts anymore. Only on road trips to California and the occasional Maple Cruller. 

I thought my older sister was an alien. 
I am not A.D.Ding on you all here. If I was offered dessert there was no question as to IF I wanted it. HELL YES I WANT DESSERT....I ONLY EAT DINNER BECAUSE I HAVE TO TO HAVE DESSERT. Now my sister on the other hand would often pass it up claiming "she just wasn't in the mood". What the hell?? What kinda of freak is not in the mood for ice-cream? 

This and her superhuman metabolism is probably the reason she was so skinny...and I was so...not. I used to compare myself to her and wonder why I was soooo huge. I wasn't, I was just bigger than her. Anyway, she is my step-sister (though in my family we don't really acknowledge 'step' - family is family by blood or by choice) So I didn't get that inherited metabolism. 

My metabolism is so slow it thinks it is in first place. 

While I am talking smack about her I should say HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIELLE. I LOVE YOU. *She was born on Halloween ...the day of CANDY...and still didn't do a backflip when dessert was offered.*  {Insert Twilight Zone Theme}