Why We Stayed Home Halloween Night...

Me and my little pumpkin.

Sarah, Adam & their little Ginger baby~ Isabella

I have about 12 photos of Conrad carrying around this brown dried corn...

that totally looks like a piece of poop.

Victoriously holding up his corn.

So when I was about ten years old, my Aunt, uncle and grandparents took me to the fair. While we were there we enjoyed the livestock, ate an ice cream, hot dogs, & cotton candy. We walked around looking at the rides to decide what rides we were going to spend our tickets on. My Aunt Kaarena suggested the ride with swings hanging down from it. For a kid, looking at this ride, it's like a dream come true. The swings are super long and you get to swing with a ton of other people.

Super fun right? Wrong.

We get strapped in, I'm in the swing in front of my aunt, and we're swaying back and forth waving to my uncle and grandparents, super excited to ride the swings. The ride starts and we're having a blast. It's slow and steady, no biggie. My aunt and I are laughing our butts off and having a ball. The ride starts and as it goes, it gets faster and we go higher. She's behind me kicking my seat so I jet out really far and come back into position. It was awesome. About 6 kicks in, I turn around to my aunt and tell her to STOOOOPPPP! Because I knew I was about to revisit my ice cream, hot dog and cotton candy. She realizes what's about to happen, so she kicks my seat as hard as she can one last time and when my swing came back to her, she grabbed it and pointed me out towards the outside of the ride so I wouldn't get any up-chuck on us. If you can imagine, it looked like she was shooting a machine gun, only a ten year old, blond vomitting machine gun....

The next time around, I barfed on EVERY single person who was kindly standing in line to ride the swings next. I stopped barfing just as I got to the ride operator. The next time around, I threw up AGAIN on every single person in line AGAIN....AND I nailed the operator too this time.

For whatever reason this weekend at the carnival, I decided it was time to ride the swings again.

When we drove up and I saw the swings, I about jumped out of my skin, I was SO excited.

Sarah and I rode it together.

We were SO jazzed. The two of us "mom's" getting to act like kids again.

First time around. We're happy & excitedly posing for my husband below who was taking pictures.

The ride is going slow and not too high....

we're about 10 times around at this point {pictured below} and I'm trying my darnedest to crouch down into fetal position as to not look up and get sick. Right about here I'm pushing the thought of throwing up down as far as I can. I'm telling myself, "You've got this! This is no biggie. You're too mature to throw up. Breathe, count to ten, don't open your eyes...." Below us, my husband, Sarah's husband and Sarah's mom Julie are all laughing their asses off.

Struggling to keep it down....

At this point Juan, the swing operator was looking down at his iPhone and forgot about us. We've probably circled around 40 times. Every time I keep yelling down at Juan and shouting "STOOOOP! STOP THE RIDE!" I kept getting ignored. EACH time around, I kept shouting STOP! and each time I got louder and more bitchy sounding... I tried to be nice at first, but wasn't getting my point across. Right as the ride ended and we came to a complete stop, I leaned over and left Juan a little gift on the ground.

As we walked out of the ride, he grabbed a towel and I flashed him a big smile. (there were only 4 people on the ride including us....I wouldn't have felt bad if we had to end their ride early.)

The rest of the night I suffered from motion sickness and felt like I was about to vomit at any minute. Dustin went and got us some Thai take out and I ate soup. Conrad went to bed around 8:00 and we didn't go to trunk-or-treat like we planned to. But we made some fun memories with our friends, so it wasn't that bad....

I don't know why I thought riding the swings at 26 years of age would have been any different than riding them at 10 years of age. I'll never learn.

Conrad and Dustin in the bounce house:

I feel bad for not taking him out for Halloween. Next year.