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The Weekend in Crappy Pics!

On Friday, my BFF and I went to our friend’s house for her 40th birthday party. It was a great set-up with food and mingling inside and music and a bonfire outside. I was having a fabulous time chit-chatting with everyone and then I looked to my right and saw this…

Three. Three is apparently the number of margaritas it takes for me to believe that I’m capable of twirling a fire baton without posing a risk to myself or to those around me.

As I stood there slack jawed and rattling the ice cubes in my empty margarita glass, the conversation in my head went like this:

That doesn’t look so hard, I could totally do that! I’m sooo doing that! Ugh, c’mon guy, give someone else a turn. I’m surprised he hasn’t caught his beard on fire yet. If he does, I could twirl the baton while we’re waiting for the ambulance and tell everyone it’s so the driver can see us better, then I won’t look so insensitive. Does a beard fire get stomped out? Oh oh oh, maybe he has another baton in his van and we can have a fire baton-off! YES! A FIRE BATON-OFF!

Then the conversation outside of my head, with my BFF, went like this:

Me: “I’m pretty coordinated, right?”

Her: “We’re outta here.”

Without her, I’d probably be typing this from the hospital burn unit.

 

 

On Saturday, I went to a bridal shower luncheon for my girlfriend, the same one that had the 40th b-day party the night before (hello, hangover), and afterwards we all went to get Mani/Pedi’s

And let me tell you, these were no ordinary mani/pedi’s! We had 20 minute foot rubs, 15 minute hand rubs, plus complimentary shoulder and neck rubs. Oh, AND champagne, cupcakes, wine, mimosas- the works!

Would you believe we arrived at the salon at 3:30 pm and didn’t leave until 7 pm?! I know Brian didn’t. He thought I was bullshitting him and milking my alone time, “No manicure/pedicure takes that long!” I started to pull out my receipt to show him the time/date stamp but quickly realized that the $$$ on the receipt would only take us down another ugly path. Luckily, Collin and I had to be at another bonfire by 7:30 so I quickly changed and fled the house.

 

And this is how I arrived to the bonfire. How, people, how?

But guess what?! I had the $150 “complimentary” flip flops from my mani/pedi in the car! They were a little unstable but whatever.

Sunday morning, we mistakenly took the kids to a fancy/organic/ farm to table/ linen table cloth restaurant for brunch. Collin said that the place was creepy and he never wanted to come again. Ana showed her disapproval by hiding her face and making fart noises while yelling “Mommy FAAAARRTED!” over and over again. Before we left, I tried to make a reservation for their Thanksgiving buffet. They said they were booked.

After brunch, we drove Collin straight to flag football practice because who doesn’t like watching their kid vomit $20 free range eggs all over the field?

The moment we arrived, we scouted out the perfect spot to set up our chairs. Where to set up? Where. To. Set. Up? Hmm…remember your parasite parenting tips, Kim.

Aww, look, a nice family with a dog and young kids! Perfect! It shouldn’t be long now…

Shhh, be very still. Rarely has the parasite attachment process been captured on film.

Take a close look.

closer still…

Even the dog didn’t notice that she had joined their family. And that folks, is parasite parenting done right!

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The Weekend in Crappy Pics

Friday was my fifth and final day volunteering at a kid’s summer camp. All the proceeds go to charity, so I’m pretty sure my karma is back on the rise after the whole chef heart attack incident last month.

It was also Ana’s fifth day of wearing this dress:

Look at the shame.

She still bathes, she even changes her underwear, but then she shimmies her body into that same damn dirty dress! Brian’s just happy she’s over last week’s obsession…remember the “clown outfit”?

On Satuday, I walked into the kitchen and saw this on my counter top:

The hamster’s exercise ball.

I then had the following exchange with Brian:

 

Me: Why is the hamster’s ball on the counter top?

Brian: I had to wash it out because he peed and pooped in it.

Me: You didn’t use the kitchen sponge, did you?

Brian: Nope.

Brian:………..

Brian: But the soap would have killed any germs on the sponge anyway.

Me: Did you use the kitchen sponge?

Brian: Nope

Brian:………..

Brian: It’s time to throw that sponge out anyway.

Me: Did you use the kitchen sponge?

Brian: Nope.

Me: You didn’t use the dishtowel to dry it, did you?

Brian: Nope.

Brian:………..

Brian: But why would that matter? The ball was clean at that point anyway.

Me: Did you use the dishtowel to dry it?

Brian: Nope.

 

I got rid of the sponge and the dishtowel.

 

We also went to two birthday parties on Saturday, my wonderful mother-in-law’s and my good friend’s, but I decided not to write about them. I think we can all agree that that’s an awesome gift right there. Honestly, anytime I’ve said to somebody “By the way, you’re in my blog post today!” I get a strange look, it’s like a cross between “Oh shit.” and “Why do you hate me so much?”

 

On Sunday, we pretty much did absolutely nothing all morning. Even Mr. Bojangles slept in.

As Brian and I were laying across the bed, he said to me, “Every other family is out in the world, doing something exciting today. We’re not very active people.”

I knew exactly where this was coming from and I was disgusted! “Have you been comparing your life with people posting on Facebook…again?”

He slowly nodded.

“Ugh. Listen up, Brian. If you have 500 Facebook friends, and 10 of those friends say they’re going horseback riding with their families, 8 of them are posting pictures while on vacation, and 3 are trekking through the Andes in Peru with just enough cell phone coverage to brag about it, how many friends does that leave you with?”

“Can you repeat that?”

“The answer is a shitload. A shitload of friends are probably just laying across their beds like us, feeling like lazy pieces of shit. All better now?”

I didn’t stay to hear his answer, I went running because he’s right, we’re not active enough.

Tip: Run on dreary days, in the middle of nowhere, alone. Just thinking there could be a murderer waiting around the corner will raise your heart rate, thereby, creating more of a calorie burn.

I’m just learning to run, and so far I’ve been doing it on the treadmill, and treadmills have these handy-dandy things called shelves. So as I was running free-range style, I began to wonder what people do with their keys, water bottle, towel, phone, lipstick, and money (in case I literally run across a yard sale). I did the only thing I could think of:

I lifted up my boobs and stored everything underneath, like a saggy hatchback. Before kids, these puppies weren’t capable of securing anything more than a ballpoint pen and some bus change. sigh.

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The Weekend in Crappy Pics!

We started off the weekend with a Friday night rave…for 4 year olds.

 

In the middle of this music blaring, black-light, moon bounce, birthday party, I received the following phone call from my son:

 

Collin: Hey mom, I have a question. Wait…why’s it so loud?

Me: SPEAK UP! WHAT?

Collin: I HAVE A QUESTION. CAN WE ADOPT ANOTHER DOG? THE PAPER SAYS IT’S AN ASIAN POODLE WITH ASIAN RELATED PROBLEMS.

Me: AN ASIAN POODLE WITH ASIAN RELATED PROBLEMS? WHAT ARE ASIAN RELATED PROBLEMS? (other mothers are now looking at me.)

Collin: I’M NOT SURE. BUT GRANDMOM THINKS IT MEANS IT POOPS A LOT. AND HERE’S THE BEST PART…IT’S FREE! CAN WE ADOPT IT, PLEASE?

Me: NO!

Collin: WHY NOT?

Me: *end call*

 

Music blaring, blinded by strobe lights, and my son screaming, “Can we adopt an Asian poodle with Asian related problems?”

I’ve never tried LSD but I imagine it’s a lot like those 2 minutes.

*Turns out, it was an aging poodle with aging related problems. Well, that makes more sense.

 

On Saturday, I had my hair highlighted:

 

and Brian said, “It doesn’t look like your natural color.” Trust me, I’d be pissed if I spent $100 and it did.

Then, after rotating the couch cushions, we spent the rest of the rainy day sitting on the couch, eating, and trying to ignore this:

Sunday was our 12 year wedding anniversary! My mom and dad offered to babysit so that Brian and I could enjoy a romantic dinner together at a nearby marina. But first, everyone had to get ready.

I applied whore-y eye makeup for the occasion, as I’ve forgotten how to do romantic.

And Ana…well Ana’s going through a clothing phase at the moment. She’ll pick 1 dress and wear it day after day until I pull it from her screaming, crying body and throw it in the wash. It’s not so bad when she clings to a cute dress, it actually saves us time…but then there’s this:

When we dropped her off, my dad asked, “Did she jump a clown for that outfit?”

Later that night, while the kids were in bed, Brian brought the fire pit onto the deck.

Let me ask you this- Did something ever happen, making you question all the decisions that led you to that moment? And did you think about how you’d explain those decisions to the Fire Marshall when he arrived?

A fire on our wooden deck, next to our cedar house with cedar roof, was not our best idea. But besides the occasional flare ups, it was pretty relaxing and a great way to end our anniversary. We’ll probably do it again tonight.

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The Weekend in Crappy Pics.

On Friday, Mr. Bojangles reminded me that all kinds of assholes use toilet paper.

 

On Saturday, my in-laws asked if we’d like the kids to sleep over at their house…as in, they made it an actual question. Bahahaha!

Brian said, “Let us talk it over” just so we didn’t seem desperate, knowing that if we pounced, they might run. But then we called back 30 seconds later to say “yes”. We couldn’t risk them changing their minds.

After slowing the car down to drop them off, we went to this wonderful organic farm-to-table restaurant. The place was absolutely gorgeous, the food was local, and the menu…

Us: “We’ll have the Noah’s Ark special, please.”

Waiter: “What’s that?”

Us: “Two of everything.”

And this was dessert….

I wanted to lick those glasses so badly.

On Sunday, I spent the majority of the day getting ready for Camp Cheapo!!!! That’s right folks, tomorrow kicks off season 2 of the cheapest summer camp ever! I will entertain neighborhood children all week with poorly organized activities, sub-par materials, and questionable decision making skills. And if there’s any educational value whatsoever, it’ll be by sheer coincidence.

Since Spring, I’ve been thinking about doing something really special and totally awesome for this year’s campers. Here’s my text to the parents:

And they know, that I know, that they all have deep Jacuzzi tubs, because we have the same builder. No getting out of this one.

However, when trying to procure the duck eggs this weekend, I found out some disappointing information.

1. Baby ducks imprint. Meaning that when they hatch, they’ll think the first person they see is their mother, and forever depend on that person as such. And since the only time I fly south is on US Air, I’m not really a good duck role model.

2. It apparently violates my neighborhood’s deed restrictions. Well, la dee da.

So I cancelled my egg pick-up and made a “Dunk Bucket” instead. It’s my cheapo version of a dunking booth. It’s no baby duck, but I hope the kids like it.

Wish me luck tomorrow.

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