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Weekend in Crappy Pics

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On Friday, I bought a bathing suit.

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Hot, right?

It covers up my stretch marks, looks sexy, provides full coverage, and doesn’t fit.

That’s right, it doesn’t fit…yet.

You see, Brian and I are going to Mexico this Spring, and this is my healthy eating/mega exercise/sexy “goal” bathing suit, which is actually kinda ridiculous considering where I rank on the sexiness scale. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna look like someone shoved Hello Kitty into a Catwoman costume.

Friday afternoon, I learned that Ana’s class has been discussing future career choices.

Apparently, Ana told her teachers that when she grows up she wants to teach gymnastics…to CATS. When they told her that wasn’t possible, she came home, locked herself and the cat in her room, and set out to prove them wrong.

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She gave the cat a “9” for form but only a “7” for landing. Ironic, considering cats always land on their feet.

On Saturday, we went to Collin’s first day of Spring flag football…only we were a day early. Here’s Brian walking back to the car all pissed because I got the day wrong.

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To be fair, it’s not the first time I’ve done that. Or even the fourth.

Seeing how our morning schedule had opened up, we headed to the mall where we ate in the godforsaken food court. I HATE the food court with a passion! The chaos, the crowds, the crap food. HATE IT!

Ana loves it. Chaos, crowds, and crap food seem to be her “thang”.

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Next, we went to Costco where I saw this awesomeness:

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WOOHOO!

We live in a lake community, and every Spring I swear I’m going to buy one of these. Just look at those Oasis Island models, floating around, enjoying life, playing “I Never”, while some inattentive teenager watches their little model kids on shore. That’s the life for me!

Mark my words “THIS WILL BE MY YEAR!” I just have to go back to Costco without Brian; he doesn’t support my dream.

Saturday night was nice, but chilly. We put Ana to bed then lit a fire on our deck…our wooden deck…next to our wooden house with a wooden roof. I like to think of us as good people who make bad choices.

After about 5 minutes, Collin came out to join us, wearing only a t-shirt and pair of shorts. So I sent him back in to get his coat on. Ana, wide awake and listening, decided to come out too. After she finished bragging about remembering her coat, I sent her back in for pants.

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On Sunday morning, we went to the gym and Brian & I did spinning. The lady next to him was hacking it up so Brian, ever the germaphobe, moved his bike waaay too close to me.

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He spent the next 45 minutes pointing out every word that had even a hint of sexual innuendo – “push it” “increase your load” “harder, faster” “let’s do it”, you name it.

Next, we finally went to Collin’s flag football.

Upon approaching the field, I noticed there were barely any kids on the team. My heart sank…not for Collin, for me. As a Parasite Parent, a shortage of kids means fewer families sitting around the sidelines, lowering my chances of finding another set of parents with the right qualifications (pets, other kids, new games, etc) to entertain my kid for the whole horrible hour! Who the hell was going to be my Host Family? Shit, shit shit!

And then this happened:

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And the angels sang.

Sunday afternoon, we sprinted to the movie theater to see the Muppets Most Wanted movie.

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And when I say “sprinted”, I mean busted our asses to get there early! Brian was on us like a drill sergeant, all screaming in our faces like “Let’s go go go go! MOVE IT! THAT THEATER’S GOING TO BE PACKED! DO YOU WANT TO SIT IN THE FRONT ROW, STRAINING YOUR NECK UNTIL YOUR MUSCLES FATIGUE AND YOUR MOMMA HAS TO HOLD YOUR HEAD UP? DO YOU, PRIVATE? DO YOU?”

This was the theater when we arrived:

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Look at that crowd.

Brian and the kids LOVED the movie. Me…meh, I’d give it 2 Milk Duds.

How was your weekend?

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Weekend in Crappy Pics!

 

On Friday morning, I woke up to Collin screaming in my face, “Wake up! It’s Moms and Muffins day! Wake up! Wake up! I said, MOMS AND MUUUUFFFINSS!

Holy shit Oprah, put the bugle down and back the hell up.

Later that afternoon, while driving Ana to a “drop-off” birthday party (hell, yeah!), I received the following email…

After I finished pissing my pants, I gave her a buzz. 

They were in the midst of considering a segment, and wanted to know if I’d like to come up to NYC on Tuesday and be on the show as part of a “moms” panel.  They were looking for funny moms that “tell it like it is”.  A little voice in my head said “Oh, you’ll ‘tell it like it is’ alright, and this will end with you writing personal apology letters to all of your friends & family.” But I told that little voice to shut up, this was Bethenny!

You guys would have been so proud, I played it totally cool on the phone with phrases like “That sounds great”, “Sure, Id love to”, and “No problemo” (ok, not so proud of that last phrase). 

I’m honestly not sure how I managed to talk AND hold down my vomit. 

I was so excited at the idea of meeting Bethenny!  I was equally excited to spend a night in a hotel alone, not to mention someone else doing my hair and makeup the next morning!  I was kinda hoping they’d have someone to shave my legs for me too, but I wasn’t sure how to ask.

Sadly, I received an email later that day that the segment had been cut. But the producer said she hoped to keep in touch and work with me in the future! You know what that means?! I have more time to lose those damn 15 pounds before the camera adds 10!  Wait…do you think they say that to everyone? Nah.

I’m totally sending Bethenny a Beaver Baby.

On Saturday, we went to our neighborhood Pig Roast. But before leaving the house, I explained to the kids that we wouldn’t be eating the pig because its whole body (with head) would be on display. “It’s so sad and barbaric!” I cried.  Then I explained the definition of a hypocrite as I finished my Bacon, Egg, & Cheese sandwich with a side of ham.  If I’m anything, it’s self-aware.

The Pig Roast is always a great time.  There’s a moonbounce, music, food, drinks, games, face painting…

Some things change while others stay the same.

My little girl is growing up…to be deceitful.

The “Wrecking Ball” thingamajig was new this year.  When I first saw it, I thought it looked pretty dangerous…

but 3 glasses of Chardonnay & 20 sugar cookies later, here we were…

 

She was scrappy but I still managed to take her down.

 

On Sunday, we took Collin to Flag football practice.  If you’ve read the last two “Weekend in Crappy Pics”, you know that Ana has attached herself like a “parasite” to a “host” family during these practices…like a tick to a dog…or a tapeworm to intestines. Who knows how they think of her.

When we arrived yesterday, I saw Ana’s other mother sitting across the field, under a tree.  She must have sensed us heading her way because she looked up, and when our eyes met, I immediately recognized the survivalist flight instinct (I see it in the mirror everyday).

“Shhh, Ana. Move veerrry slowly, we don’t want to scare her.”

The phrase ‘It’s more afraid of us than we are of it’ was probably never more appropriate.

Not one to listen, Ana started running full force across the field, arms flailing, lungs screaming.  She reminded me of one those reunions shows, where both parties run towards each other, ready to slam into an emotional embrace, only Ana’s family ran behind a tree and completely disappeared. DISAPPEARED! POOF! How? I need to learn that trick.

 

I had to explain to her that they didn’t want her anymore and that it probably had something to do with her torturing their dog, Grumbles. She was a little hurt and a lot pissed but she calmed down by pulling out her My Little Pony and combing its hair with my new toothbrush.

 

On the way back to the car, she pulled on my arm and whispered “Look mom, a little pet is sleeping. Shhh. Can we take a picture of him? He’s so cute!”

What is that?

upon closer inspection…

A Dead Rat

 And so the rest of the day was spent talking about the “sleeping” rat and why he might be so tired.

How was your weekend?

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