Friday, June 26, 2009

My favorite Time of Year

This morning on the news the weather man was talking about how the current temps of mid 70's were equal to the percentage of humidity in the air. That my friend causes fog on a hot summer day. The temp is pushing triple digits. It's humid and sticky.


Tonight me and the girls are going to an outdoor theater performance of The Miss Firecracker Contest.

Tomorrow a baby shower, a wedding, a picnic, a birthday party, and an all-years high school reunion. I'm probably not going to make it to all of them.

A-Man is in swimming lessons. I'm going to start and aquatic exercise class.

Next week is the 4th of July. I love the 4th of July! I love the food, the friends, the family, the fireworks. I love it all.

We are blessed to live in a town that goes all out for the 4th. A parade and a great fireworks show we can see from our house. We have invited family and friends. We're going to grill burgers and dogs. And it's not SUMMER without homemade ice cream!!!

I like to squeeze every ounce of fun I can out of summer. It's not easy when you work full time, have commitments at church every weekend, and a household to maintain (or at least attempt to maintain). We are going to take one weekend off from church next month and take a little weekend getaway.

We'll end July with A-Man's birthday!!! I can't believe he will be 6! I love party planning. However, I promised Hubs I wouldn't go over the top this year. No six foot tall hand painted pirate ships this year. We are going to do family and friends separate for the first time. I just think it will be easier this way. Plus, more room to move. The friends party is going to be a mad science party! The kids will make their own slime, create snow and blast diet coke into the air!

I know you all want to be me right now!!! Check back here for pictures of all these fun events!

Monday, June 22, 2009

The "S" word and the "F" word

I have a potty mouth. Well, according to the world of A-man, I have a potty mouth.

A couple of weeks ago, or so, we were spending time at my parent's house. I was offering my opinion on something or another, as usual. Suddenly, A-man interrupted the conversation.

"Mommy! You just said a bad word!"

"I did? No, I don't think so, you must have misunderstood me."

"I heard you! You said the "S" word!"

I'm really confused at this point. That word is not part of my vocabulary and if I were to slip up, I'm SURE it would NOT be in front of my parents. After all, they raised me better than that! I could not for the life of me figure out what my little man was talking about. There was only one way to get to the bottom of this.

"A-man what "S" word did I say?"

"Stupid, Mom, you said it and that is a bad word!"

Right! What was I thinking! I apologized and everything was good.

Fast forward to last week. After sharing his activities of the day at summer school, A-man had a heart to heart with us.

"Guys, I don't say the "F" word. Some of the other kids at school, like the 2nd graders say it, but I know it's a bad word and I'm not gonna say it. It's not nice."

My eyes are about to pop out of my head! I looked at hubs in desperation! Those rotten soon to be 2nd graders are corrupting my soon to be 1st grader who is not even 6 years-old yet. I want names and addresses! I'm going to go talk to some parents right now!!!!

Hubs gave me the stay calm, don't let him know it is a big deal look. So I took a deep breath ...

"I can't think of any bad words that start with "F". Can you tell me the bad word they say?"

"Fat. They say fat. It's not nice to call people fat. So I don't use that "F" word."


Yesterday we were driving home from Hubs' Father's Day lunch. We got a call from some friends asking us to come over for dinner. I immediately went into "Hmm, what can I make mode." At that moment I realized that I left the eggs I buy from a lady at church in the mini-fridge in the elementary area. I chose to express my sudden dismay out loud.

"I forgot my STUPID eggs!"

From the seat behind me ...

"What did you say, Mommy?"

"I forgot my eggs at church."

"You forgot your 'what' eggs?"

"I forgot my stinkin' eggs."

"NO, that's not what you said. You said a bad word."

"You are right I said a bad word. I'm sorry. That was wrong of me to do. Will you please forgive me?"

"Yes, I forgive you. Would you like to pray and ask God to forgive you? You always need to pray and ask God to forgive you when you do something wrong."

Accountability from a 5 year old. It doesn't get any better than that!

Friday, June 19, 2009

My day as a princess

Several of you have asked how the princess party went last weekend. I really haven't had a chance to share since things have been so busy this week.
A-man started swimming lessons.
The dog chewed thru his collar
I'm behind on my sewing projects
Dog pooped in the floor (1st time in forever) and I stepped in it with my bare feet.
We put two much chemical in the pond.
Bucket brigade to empty out the pond trying to save the fish.
All the fish are ka-put!
Whew, I'm glad it is Friday!

Anyhow, you're really here for the princess story. So my lovely and dear friend Mrs. Rodgers and her friend Susan decided to host a princess tea party for all of the little girls in their church. Mrs. Rodgers mentioned this to me and my brain started doing a round-off, double back-flip, back layout!
"Oh, you could do this and this and that and that. Oh and how about this!" I think her brain was exhausted when I was done or she was wishing she hadn't mentioned it.

To make a long story short. I ended up designing the invitations, and an iron-on transfer to commemorate the event. I also ended up being a guest princess at the event. My task was to read "Gigi, God's Little Princess: The Royal Tea Party" by Sheila Walsh to the girls.

Great. No problem. Except I needed a princess dress. Check. My mom made one and I bedazzled it. I'm pretty confident at this point. Until I realize there are going to be Mom's there that I haven't seen in years. More importantly, these Mom's haven't met the 45 pounds of me I have gained since the last time they saw me. Urgh.

The show must go on. I slept on those pink foam rollers the night before. Put my fairly short hair into and up do. Stuck in my rhinestone tiara and put on my what-was-I-smokin'-when-I-bought-this super sparkly eye-shadow with glitter.

I drove the hour to the church. Everything was gorgeous! When the girls entered there was a pink runway, for them to walk down, lined with flowers. At the end was a giant mural of a castle. Princess music floated from the speakers. A castle cake, a punch fountain, little triangle sandwiches, fresh fruit, chocolate covered pretzels. Those ladies did not miss a detail. A photographer took each girls picture in front of the castle. There were pictures of sisters and mommies and daughters.

All in all, I was honored to be a part of it.

Now, when it came time for me to read the story. I stood in front of the castle mural. It is important to note that this mural was hung over a window. The sun was shining right through this window as I was standing in front of it. I was reading my little princess heart out. About six pages into the book, I realized this was quite the toasty spot to be standing in. Eight pages into the book I realized I had forgotten to put on deodorant that morning!!!

There is nothing worse than a stinky princess!!! I kept the info to myself. Hmmm. What is a girl to do? Well, I took my inspiration from a U.S. Senator. A Senator that had been in far worse predicaments than my own. John McCain. Stay with me here.

I proceeded to walk around, during the remainder of the party, with my upper arms glued to my side. Kind of like John McCain does. Not because he has sweaty pits, but because of the injuries he sustained as a POW. I think it worked.

I left the party before all of the festivities were over. I had A-man's last flag football game to attend. I rolled in the city limits just in time. No time for deodorant. It's a football game, no one would know it was me! However, the sunglasses had to stay on because the glittery eye shadow was quite the distraction. That stuff just WILL NOT come off. So if you have seen me in real life this week and wondered why I was wearing glitter on my face and a deodorant necklace, NOW YOU KNOW!!!