A Couple of Gals Out on the Town

I hope you can forgive me for my lack of posting the past couple of days.  I was still pretending to not be sick.  I was trying to pretend real hard. I even thought about asking my princess Kate to throw fairy dust my way, hoping to make my dream of being able to breathe like a normal person come true.  I decided that asking her would be silly.  I mean, she is a princess.  A princess doesn't have fairy dust.  Unless of course she is a fairy princess...hmmmm I wonder?

Okay, that is enough of the cold meds. talking, time for me to take over this post again.

Every week Rodi and I take one of the kids out on a date.  Tonight was lil' miss Kate's night out.  Rodi wasn't going to be able to make it out with us tonight, so after her dance class Kate and I headed straight over to Wal-Mart.  Just what you think of when you think of a mommy-daughter date isn't it?  Kate likes to take us shopping for her date night, thankfully there is a $5 limit.  Basically Rodi and I usually get ice cream with one of the kids each week.  Do you see the brilliance in our plan?  Kate and Koen like to see just how far they can stretch their $5.  Two weeks ago Koen came home with some serious loot for his $5.  It was actually pretty impressive.  Tonight Kate found two card games that were on clearance.  One was $2 the other was $3.  I decided to throw in the tax.  This girl of ours loves games, especially ones that involve the whole family gathering around the table and playing together.  She can't seem to get enough when it comes to family time.  I foresee many hours of Crazy 8's in my future.

As we were leaving my cold attacked me, like hit on the head with a hammer, attacked me.  My decision to cough was a terrible choice.  My throat was so sore, my head pounding, no relief in sight.  Then, I saw it....

 And guess what they serve?

She sort of got a bonus on our date tonight.  But it was all to make her sweet mommy's throat feel better. That is our story and we are sticking to it!

Oh and the lil' bugger saw the picture of the old school McD's on the wall and asked me "So is that really what McDonald's looked like when you were a kid?"  

Sweet isn't she?

I nicely replied "No" and then cringed at the thought of how old she must think her mother really is.  Did she see the gray hair I found the other day?  I pulled it out rather quickly, I didn't think anyone else had seen it.

She made up for it as we walked through the parking lot back to the van.  We were strolling along savoring the yumminess of our ice cream when she looks up at me and said, "This is really good.  Funny it doesn't taste like vanilla though, it sorta tastes like peacock"

OH I thought I was gonna need some depends right there in the parking lot!  I am old ya know.  She could not figure out why I was laughing so hard.  

I asked her "peacock?"

to which she replied "yeah, peacock, like those cupcakes we made"  

 "Oh, yeah I remember the peacock cupcakes" I said with a smile.  "I think I usually call them pecan cupcakes though."

Her only reply was a smile. 

I love these kids of mine, they make me giggle.

You can't take me anywhere...

My loving husband has given me the most wonderful summer.  He has been very successful in setting aside Friday nights as date night for the two of us.  It has been one of the best parts of summer for me.   Once a week I put on something nice, wear shoes that haven't seen the inside of the barn and spray on a spritz of smelly water in the fancy bottle.  I even experiment a bit with the eyeshadow and blush. We are talking complete sophistication here.


Tonights dinner was a disaster... that is another story all together.  Some people just don't have the skills to wait tables.  *note to readers in search of a job waiting tables.... do not make customers wait anywhere even close to 30 minutes before you approach their table for the first time.  It really isn't going to get you very far in the land of tips*  Not wanting to stay at that particular restaurant for dessert we decided to leave and stop by 7-11 for a Slurpee.  What sophisticated night out doesn't include a Slurpee?  


Just how hard is it to use the slurpee machine?  Apparently pretty darn hard!  Any bit of sophistication I had was out the door when it came to this cherry slurpee.  First I reached in front of this guy to grab the wrong lid for my cup.  I didn't want to reach in front of him being civilized and all. He was talking on his phone and had been hovering over the lids for quite some time, what choice did I have?  After realizing I was holding the wrong sized lid I had to reach in again.... how embarrassing.  He was now setting up his three cups getting ready to fill them all.  Not wanting to keep the hubby waiting I quickly filled my cup before Mr. Cell Phone started filling his 3 cups.  I set my cup down to grab a straw and when I turned around...... THE SLURPEE MONSTER was trying to escape from my cup!  The cherry slupree was growing and growing.  It had pushed the lid off of my cup and was starting to come down the sides.  The man chuckled at my unfortunate state of being and began to fill his cups while I sat there staring at my mess wondering what I was going to do.  As suave and sophisticated as I could I put the straw in and began to inhale my frozen cherry mess.  As I took a moment to relieve my brain freeze I looked over at Mr. Cell Phone and to my delight.... he had THREE Slurpee monsters of his own!!!  I wanted to laugh out loud but that wouldn't have been suave or sophisticated now would it?  I grabbed some napkins, wiped my cup off, and proceeded with my head held high to the register, hoping they wouldn't charge me for two.  


Later as we were driving down the road something happened (don't ask me what, because I have no clue) and I ended up with Slurpee on my shirt.  Rodi (David) then informed me I was no longer allowed to get Slurpees.  I think he may be right.  If anything I shouldn't be allowed to fill my Slurpee cup without adult supervision.


*a good blogger would have snapped a photo of the Slurpee  monster with their camera phone*