It's like Family Circle Magazine

Just call me Betty Crocker.  I made dinner tonight from a recipe Alex saw in a magazine.  I also made tortillas.  It was all very tasty.   We all sat down together and Alex ate every bite, including the vegetables.  I know that's a normal thing for lots of people, but it's new and different to me.  I gotta say that I like it.

We also went to the mall today.  Steve and Barry's is awesome, but they need more people to keep their racks organized.  It took way too much effort to find Chris new jeans.  But I got down on the floor and shelf by shelf we found him what he needed. 

We went to Alex's opening ceremonies Saturday.  If you need a schedule, let me know.  It's good to have support on the sidelines. 

Tomorrow, we'll be at Six Flags again.  We each have a free coupon and Alex is taking his friend from his team.  We'll probably give away the others to random people who will think we're trying to scam them by saving them money.  People are so untrusting.  I can't say I blame them, but it's always annoying to try and give people free stuff and have them cop an attitude. 

I think we're going to Mama's house for Thanksgiving.  I think we'll be in Iowa in July and maybe Indiana that same week or two of vacation.  I'm not sure yet.  But it would be good to see folks.  If you want to see us, you know where we are.  HUGS!

Saturday

We just got home from the first pre-season game.  Eagles beat the Bulldogs 42-6.  My baby is starting this year and looking rather awesome out there.  We had a delay due to lightning in the area.  Better safe and all.  Our star quarterback took a hit during a scrimmage so we had one of our backups fill in.  No passing, only hand-offs, but still a good show.  The stands were crowded, which is great.  Last year's attendance wasn't too great until the playoffs.  I'm hoping the enthusiasm stays high.  The team is good and will only get better.  I'll keep you posted.

Time really seems to be flying.  School starts Monday.  Alex got his mohawk cut off today.  The new school does not allow mohawks or spikey hair.  They say it's distracting.  That's a load of crap.  I can't imagine if I didn't do my homework and had the nerve to blame someone's haircut.  I'm pretty sure my mom would have hit me with something.  But, people always need to have something to blame so...  He has a short haircut, which looks good, but he is not happy about.  Tomorrow I'll dye what's left of the top brown again because the green is even more distracting than spikeyness.  I just didn't have the heart to do it all in one day.

We also went and got new shoes.  He said he didn't need them, but I can't have him show up looking homeless on the first day of school.  The rest of the year he can look homeless, but not the first day. 

Tomorrow, we'll be at Six Flags.  Yay us!

On a side note:  I really wish I had a muscle relaxer for my back.  I finally used up the last of a prescription from two years ago that was supposed to last a month.  I'm not a druggy, but I'd happily pay for one of those babies right now. I'm off to bed.  Is it too early to ask who's going to be where for Thanksgiving?

My Baby’s Birthday Weekend--a week later

My baby's 11th birthday was last Friday.  He likes to tell me he's not my ""baby"", but I'm not hearing it.  Chris and I took the day off work and chilled on Friday with the boy until football practice at 6:30. 

I decided to keep it simple this year and just have some kids over at the house for a pool party on Saturday.  Alex invited his entire football team and about 6 or 7 daycare kids.  Fortunately, I only had a handful of kids show up.  They played in the pool and ate cake, pizza and ice cream.  Good times were had by all.  I asked the kids not to jump off the patio level down into the pool level.  They listened for about 20 minutes and then they were doing triple spins off the patio.  I was worried they'd land on each other or break their heads open, but it was uneventful.  (Thank God) 

One of the kids spent the night and went with us to Six Flags on Sunday, along with another boy we picked up on the way.  Learn from me, find out if the kids ride the rides before you go.  These kids wanted to ride the tea cups and the sombrero.  

Pretty exciting birthday, huh?  But wait, there's more...   Chris got SummerSlam pay-per-view as one of Alex's presents.  The three boys, plus Damien were on the couch watching the show.  I think the couch ended up about six feet back from its original position. 

They ALL stayed the night on Sunday.  They all go to the same daycare so Chris took them and signed them in Monday morning after I made them breakfast.  You've never seen kids so happy to have bacon. 

Alex had a good time, but I think he was tired of sharing his stuff by Sunday night.  I think if we have another sleep over, it will be ONE child for ONE night.  I think I handled it pretty well overall, but I was starting to feel a tad frazzled at the end.

We'll probably be having another pool party sometime next month.  Several kids had to miss the party for various reasons and they were pretty bummed about it.  With school starting back  up, they'll need a little stress reliever.

I'm assuming the birthday cards are just delayed in the mail somehow.

I have issues

Life is good.  I'm happy, healthy and doing well.  I love being married.  I love my wonderful Honey.  I love my green-haired kid.  I really can't think of a way things could be better...except maybe to win the lottery. 

So I really don't know why I've been in such a funky mood lately.  I'd say PMS, but that ain't it.  I just get pissy thinking about stupid stuff that really doesn't matter. 

I've spent way too much time being upset over cake.  That's right, I said cake.  The caterer cut up the top tier of my wedding cake.  And it's not that I wanted to eat year old cake on my anniversary.  The top tier was amaretto cake with strawberry filling.  We got the rest of the cake white so picky people wouldn't complain and because Chris's mother is allergic to strawberries so he didn't want the rest of the tiers to have strawberry.  Well, my mother-in-law and everyone else loved the amaretto/strawberry cake.  I didn't even taste it.  I didn't even see it cut.  And when my MIL said that she loved the cake and ate around the strawberry, I thought to myself, ""Did they use strawberries for garnish?""  I didn't realize until days later that they cut MY cake.  I have a ton of white cake that I don't want in my refrigerator that I'll be throwing away soon.  I know it shouldn't, but it irritates me every friggin time.  I picked it out because I wanted it.  I got talked into not getting the whole cake that way to appease the masses and that's what everyone loved.  Chris said he could go have the bakery make a replica now or for our anniversary.  If he does, I think I'll beat him.  I don't want to, but I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself.  It makes me so mad.  I know it's irrational.  I know I should calm down.   I can't.  It pisses me off beyond all reason.  I think of how everyone told me how good the cake was and how they looked at me like I was stupid when I said it was just white cake with bavarian cream.  I got so many looks like I was a retard.  I understand them now and it only makes me madder.

I know you're reading this and thinking I am a retard for being emotionally unstable over cake.  I don't care.  I hope that getting this off my chest helps me let it go.  Doesn't seem to have worked.