Thursday, September 30, 2010

It's Still There

On the roof of the concession stand. 

We had a softball game at said field on Tuesday night, and the first thing RNR, Bonus, and I did was to go behind the concession stand and gaze up at the roof.  Next time we go, I will take a camera. I know.  I should have had a camera with me to record Miss Proper's softball heroics, but I am not a camera mom, just like I was never a bib mom, a wipey mom, an extra-pair-of-clothes mom.  It just doesn't occur to me before I leave the house.

I'm pretty sure it has melted onto the green tin roof, which means it will most likely be there until they tear that building down.  All of the printed-on color has faded and the yellow rubber has a slighty grayish tint now, but it is definitely RNR's flipflop.  It is still there.  Go look for yourself. 

Friday, September 24, 2010

Friday Favorites

A new series.  We will see if I stick with it or not. 

I have such a busy day with laundry, packing, Bike Rodeo, etc. that I am gonna make this short and sweet.

My Favorite Sweets:

1.  Creme Brulee'-- This treat is especially delicious if you eat it at 9:30 pm after all your kids are in bed and no one is asking if they can have a bite of the crunchy goodness that is carmelized sugar.  I also found that you can eat your way across Disney World with creme brulee'.  Just about every sitdown restaurant in any of the four parks or Disney hotels has its own variety of this yummy custard.  I was particularly fond of the version at The Brown Derby.  Pappas Bros. Steakhouse has an incredible ramekin of it with fresh berries in the custard.  Delish.

2.  Red Vines-- Contrary to what the commercials say, Twizzlers do not make mouths happy.  In fact, every little mouth in my house thinks Twizzlers make mouths very, very sad.  Our breakfast conversation this morning detailed how Twizzlers taste like dirt or rubber or even dirty rubber.  We like Red Vines.  You can bite off each end and use it as a cherry straw to drink your coke.  When I was a freshman and sophomore at Biola University, I used to buy the four pound tubs of these and eat the whole thing during finals week.  At least they have wheat in them.  That's wholesome, right?  That was also why I pushed the "freshman fifteen" to its extreme limit. 

3.  Dark chocolate-- Why people stirred milk into chocolate I will never understand.  The darker the better.  And dark chocolate with sea salt or dark chocolate with bacon in it. That's some kind of good.

4. Hot fudge-- Need I say more?

5.  Cheesecake-- The food of fat bottoms.  Worth every pound and deposit of cellulite.  Especially if eaten at an actual Cheesecake Factory.

6.  Dairy Queen-- Dipped cone, blizzard, all of it.  Creamy goodness.  If I'm lucky I will get some later today or on Sunday. 

7.  Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshakes--  Don't turn your nose.  Try it.  You like it.  Preferably from Ruby's.  Particularly Ruby's in Seal Beach.  At sunset.  Now that's a milkshake.

8.  Bananas Foster-- Perfect in New Orleans.  There's butter in it and rum.  You can't go wrong with that combo. 

9.  Chocolate Covered Strawberries-- Two of my favorites combined together in one dessert.  And they look pretty, too.  Plus, I'm "sexy like chocolate covered strawberry".  That will be lost on many of you people, but it will make at least two of you laugh audibly.

10.  Homemade cookies--Mr. Incredible makes a mean chocolate chip.  Just ask him.  I also LOVE oatmeal raisin and snickerdoodles.  They just make you smile.

So much for short.  Have a sweet weekend!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

He's Mine Alright

Last night the children and I ventured through the unsavory part of town (uh...  are the doors locked?) to the not-so-fabulous Love Evolution to pick up Mr. Incredible.  He had been away on business for FIVE days; hence, the strong need for a do-over.  The sun was setting as we drove toward the airport, and it was quite a lovely sky.  From the back seat comes the small voice of Bonus,

Mommy, it's was really kind of pretty when the sun just went down.  It looked like flowers melting in the snow.

Bestill my heart.  My budding little wordsmith creating pictures with his voice!  Although he looks and acts just like Mr. Incredible, that there is some hard evidence that there is a piece of me in that little body.   

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Where is the Groundhog Day Button?

Without a bunch of whining, I'd just like to say that I would like a do-over for this Monday through Wednesday, except for Tuesday morning because that was actually quite good.  Let me know if you would like to join me on this do-over extravaganza; it's planned for next Monday at 9:30.  That's as soon as I can fit it in.

I'm thankful that tomorrow is another day with new adventures and promises and that there is always enough grace to get me through the hard days.    

Monday, September 20, 2010

But What If I Starve in the Middle of the Night?

The story is too long. The details are too many. Suffice it to say that Bonus went to bed with no dinner, which made me incredibly sad, and the drama that ensued lasted for FORTY-FIVE minutes. Calgon is certainly not going to be enough to take me away tonight. Can you say Jack? Well, if it didn't actually taste like it came from a barrel and I had some in my home, I would be saying Jack.  I would probably be saying Jack a couple of times.   

Instead, I'm just going to pick out a shirt to wear with my new jeggings. Oh yes, I did. They may just be my new favorites.      

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

From the Mouth of Bonus

Upon seeing a picture of me at three months old:

Awww...  Mommy, you were so cute.  I guess that's why you still look so nice.

Learning well you are, young Jedi.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Yes, I am a hooptie hottie.

Yesterday I could not believe my eyes.  Waiting in line to pick up RNR from the elementary school, I spied a Maserati Quattroporte.  What?  In my hood?  Really?  And neither Jessica Simps nor a Cowboy was  driving this vehicle.  Just a brunette with a ponytail. I did hear that Deion Sanders recently moved nearby so that his son could play for our local high school.  Don't know about that for sure.  I thought he lived in Prosper, but I guess he could easily buy a home around here to allow his son to play for whatever team he wanted to.  Not meaning to start any rumors of my own here. 

Now, I'm not a "car" person.  If you have seen my ride, you know it is not about status or identity or much of anything; it's about pure transportation.  Seriously, the van has seen better days, and if I lived in SoCal, I would be begging you to turn me into Overhaulin' for the ultimate minivan pimping.  Despite its missing wheel cap, dents, and inoperable driver side lock, it gets me where I need to go.  From the outside, pretty it is not. Okay, inside it's not that awesome either.  But I swear if I crashed and drove off the road and was not found for weeks, I could survive on the french fries, cheerios, and half-full water bottles found under the back two rows.  If you have ever driven with me, you probably agree that there's something a little comforting about that.   

So, right ahead of me in carpool is this $150,000 car.  Y'all, that's a whole house in a neighborhood down the road from me.  Heck, it's more than a house just a couple miles down the road.  And, I know that there are some people in my neighborhood who have some serious coin (No worries.  I'm not one of them.  Never had it, never will.).  We see plenty of Mercedes, BMW's, Hummers, and even the occasional Porsche.  But a Maserati?  That's a whole new box of crayons.  And I'm talking the sixty-four count box with the built-in sharpener or a limited edition tin of ninety-six.    

I expect this kind of extravagance when I go to the Galleria and into the land of the beautiful people that is Dallas or when I visit my sister out in SoCal, but here at my daughter's school?  And I start to wonder what kind of online pornography or Mexican drug ring she and her husband must be involved in to be able to drive that car.  Ugly of me, I know, but I'm just being honest.  I'm sure they are pefectly lovely people.  He probably is a realtor.    

Makes me wonder what kind of Bentley or Rolls will show up today.  Right smack dab in front of my ghetto minivan.  Wonder if they worried when I accidentally took my foot off the brake and inched almost-too-close to that pricey bumper.  I know I did.          

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Same Song, Second Verse, A little Bit Louder and A Little Bit Worse? Nah...

"The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age."
--Lucille Ball

Amen.  Except the part about lying about your age.  I prefer to tell people how old I am and have them be amazed that I can actually be nearly forty.  The slow eating and honest living parts are golden though. 

Because I am not forty yet, but one of my dear besties is as of this very minute, please go over to PandaMom's blog and give her a hard time about turning forty today.  She'll love you for it.  I promise.  And if she doesn't, I'll make it up to her next week.

Turning forty is a big deal to us, not one that we can't handle, but one we are going to celebrate and look back upon as a turning point, a cherished moment, or a momentous occasion.  After all, we have waited FORTY years for this promised land, right?  I think it's time for a little milk and honey, don't you?

A Few Reasons I Love My Friend (in no particular order)
1.  Have you seen her smile?  She will woo you with it.
2.  She laughs all the time.  Big, deep laughs and small, snickering giggles when she is supposed to be quiet.
3.  Although she certainly could (because she knows some of my not-so-nice secrets), she doesn't judge me (at least as far as I know...  haha).
4.  Neither one of us likes her own nose; each thinks the other's nose is fine.  There's an instant comaraderie in that.
5.  Her taste in music is excellent.  Even if smooth jazz is not really my thing.
6.  She gets SOOOOO excited about the little things in life.  She calls them "these small hours".  See?  She even has a special name for those tiny details.
7.  Not once has she been afraid to call me on a poor choice or thought.  In complete love, of course.
8.  Have you met her family?  Precious.  It's like getting a double present.
9.  The Black Shoe Incident (inside joke.  I won't humiliate her by telling it here.)
10.  The first time I met her she said, "[Reckless], I've heard about you." and hugged me like she had known me her whole life.  Most unfortunate that my name precedes me in such a large church.  Maybe I should try a little harder to keep it on the down low. 

I could keep going, but she is already blushing.  Happy 40th dear friend; I'll be joining you on the other side soon. 

Y'all enjoy a relaxed Labor Day weekend.  Let's not talk about that oxymoron.

Friday, September 3, 2010

This Is 9-1-1. What is the nature of your emergency?

Well, it never fails that my house knows when Mr. Incredible leaves for a few nights.  This time was no different, and in the inferno that was August 2010, where my power usage was twice what a normal year would be (and thus my bill was also double...), when my husband had been gone for a mere six hours, the upstairs air conditioner was BLOWING HOT AIR.  And not just uncooled air, but HEATED air.  In fact, no matter how desperately I tried, I could not get the thermostat to read COOL.  It said HEAT.  And as I stood there trying to reprogram the durned thing, it actually registered an additional degree.  I turned that baby off, pronto! 

Only it was 101 degrees outside with the heat index.... So it was sweltering in my upstairs.  And we slept like that.  Of course, we had all the ceiling fans going, which helped tremendously.  And there were no blankets to be seen.  We survived.  We took showers in the morning.

Mr. Incredible came home yesterday, and he took a look at the system.  After poking around in the attic and assessing the outside condensors, he pronounced that it was beyond his scope.  Apparently, Mr. Incredible is not licensed for HVAC work.  If you know Mr. Incredible you are laughing hysterically now.  If you don't know Mr. Incredible, trust me when I say that it is a funny thought.  A professional will be visiting today between noon and three. 

And thankfully, it is now 75 degrees in my house because a fabulous front rolled through and cooled down blazing Texas.  Or maybe it was the prayers of three sweaty children.    

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Girls, If I Have To Ask You Again, You Are Getting Detention

Last evening I had to go to the "official" band parent meeting at the middle school.  Nevermind that I had to go to a meeting where they droned on over the same information last May.  I had to sign my name next to Miss Proper's last night, so I had to be there.

Much to my delight, my beautiful Dallasite friend, aka "The Breck Girl", came over to sit with me.  We had not seen each other since June, and there was catching up to do.  So, we started chatting.  The meeting started, and we continued chatting quietly.  There were three other people at our table, but we were whispering and really only making a comment here or there.

Guess what?  Right in the middle of the meeting, two of the people at our table got up and moved to another table.  I guess we were talking a little more than we thought. We were so embarrassed.  My cheeks were burning, and I saw hers flame up.  We pretty much shut up after that.  It was just like being back in middle school.