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The Weekend in Crappy Pics: Football and Birthdays

The Weekend in Crappy Pics!

 

Friday night, I took Collin to his football practice, but I couldn’t tell you how he did because I spent the entire two hours wondering who our Jesse Pinkman was texting and if there was meth in that backpack.

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On Saturday, Brian had a cigar event starting a noon,

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which meant I had to take Collin to his football game….with Ana. Can I just say that even with the helmet, shoulder pads, water bottle, cleats, etc., Collin requires waaay less shit for a football game than Ana.

Here, I’ve taken the liberty of emptying her “game bag” for you:

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After plopping down her pink princess chair, she got to work displaying her goods in an attempt to capture potential playmates, not unlike the clever alligator snapping turtle who uses its worm-shaped tongue to lure unsuspecting prey.

Collin’s game ending up being a deee-saster, with his team losing 21-6. The other team was all business…all brutal business.

At one point, five players were sitting on the bench with injuries.

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After football, we drove to the area’s largest indoor Farmer’s Market to shop and grab some lunch.

We weren’t in the building 5 minutes when I saw something so horrific that it caused me to simultaneously clutch my chest and shit my pants….Ana was about to enter a ceramics shop!

Wanting to stop her, but realizing that my typical “DON’T DO IT!” might startle her, making the shelves to go down like dominoes, I quickly adopted an approach one might use to talk a would-be jumper down from the Brooklyn Bridge.

Me: (in a sing-songy voice) Oh, Ana, You don’t want to go in there, it’s so dusty.

Ana: Yes I do.

Me: Well, how’s about we first take a picture of you in front of the beautiful ceramics?

Ana: Ok. Then we go in?

Me: Of course we do, silly!

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Me: Ok, now move a little to your left…a little more…one more step…GRAB HER, COLLIN!

 

On Sunday, I dropped Ana off at birthday party over at my friend’s house. I would have stayed, but the forethought she put into the adorable DIY decorations and activities was making me extremely nauseous. So I left and had sushi while Ana designed a 100% certified organic cotton tie-dye t-shirt and created a modernistic painting on canvas depicting the evolution of idealistic love existing within the vacuum of the My Little Pony social hierarchy.

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After the party, I took her fishing…fishing for compliments. She showed that painting off in every store we went into:

the wine store (sounds classier than “liquor store”)

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the craft store (this is where she expected the compliments to really fly)

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and Staples, where the cashier failed to recognize the not-so-subtle way she was waving the painting around, forcing her to throw it on the conveyor belt and ask, “Do you like it?” She was disgusted by his ignorance, but took the compliment anyway.

How was your weekend?

The Weekend in Crappy Pics

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On Friday, we went to a fancy Japanese restaurant for dinner. Given that Ana was rushed to the hospital last weekend while Brian and I were out to dinner, we decided to take the kids with us.

Once we arrived at our destination, it was apparent that the parking situation sucked. Hungry and not wanting to be late for our reservation, we ended up parking in a grocery store lot with signs everywhere that clearly stated “Parking for Acme Customer’s Only. All Others Will Be Towed.”

“They won’t tow us.” said Brian

And then we got out of the car.

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And then we all shit our pants.

Then we got back into the car and drove away.

But on our third twirl around the city streets, we realized that the tow truck wasn’t waiting for violators…it was there to help some poor humiliated fool….

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(Of course, it had to be a blonde. Listen, if you’re always doing stupid shit, do me a favor and dye your hair brown. I’m tired of the stigma.)

So then we drove back into the Acme parking lot, and I vowed to buy toilet paper after dinner…just in case Karma was listening.

It was a beautiful restaurant, very posh, very urban, very NOT KID FRIENDLY. How do I know this? Well…

1. When we walked in, a patron paused mid dirty joke, took one look at our kids and said “That’ll be a $5 cover charge.” while another diner mumbled, “Great, there goes ‘Happy Hour’.” (yes, he used air quotes)

2. When ordering:

Me to waiter: “Do you have a kid’s menu?”

Waiter: “No.”

Me: “Um…ooookay…she’ll have the Kobe sausage on some sort of bread shaped into a bun, with ketchup instead of mustard aoili, and a side of Duck Fries without the duck. Oh, And a small milk.”

Waiter: “I’m not sure we have milk, but I’ll check.”

Me: “If not, just bring her some coffee creamer and I’ll dilute it with the $10 artesian spring water.”

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I should have memorized my friend Jenn’s (somethingclever2point0.com) “Should I Bring My Baby to This Restaurant” Flow Chart. Read it, save yourself from being “those assholes”.

On Saturday, I put on a new pair of yoga pants…and to my horror I realized that they required a considerable amount of leg shaving above the ankle. Something I wasn’t prepared for this early in the season.

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For a moment, I considered shaving just between the lines, but then I was like “Candy Ass (positive self-talk), don’t be so goddamn lazy.” I ended up doing the whole rectangular area.

After the gym, we drove around the neighborhood for a good 15 minutes, waiting for the Jehovah’s Witnesses to pass our house.

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When we arrived home, I found myself staring at the staple in Ana’s head…

Yes, I was given strict instructions to take the staple remover tool to her follow-up doctor’s appointment for “staple removal”, but as a crafter and hardcore DIY-er, I couldn’t help but think “How hard can it be?” And after watching a 1:53 minute YouTube video, I felt completely qualified.

wcp228This won’t hurt a bit, I bet my dead cat’s life on it.

No sooner did I have it pulled out…”ding-dong”. It was the missionary. Apparently, he was making a second pass.

On Sunday, we played a game of 4-square in our driveway while Brian bitched about no one following the rules, like he’s on a 4-Square League or something. Then we took a family walk to the park.

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Look at that outfit. It practically screams “Hooray! My mom no longer gives a shit!”

Upon returning home, I made a healthy & delicious meal for my family, including this homemade pesto that I blended myself….

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Want to know what the secret ingredient is? Wooden spoon.

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Seeing as it had a tip prior to going into the blender, it was most likely pureed.

Of course, I served it to my family without telling them, they’d never eat it if I did. Besides, they need their fiber.

Throughout the meal, Brian kept saying things about my pesto, like “It’s missing an ingredient.” and “It needs something else.” So I kept replying with things like “Oh, yeah? What WOOD that be?” and “Really? I WOODEN think so.” Unfortunately, he wasn’t in a position to appreciate my cleverness, so all I could do was to laugh on the inside…and not eat the pesto.

How was your weekend?

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