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Cliffhanger

I need to update you on a bunch of random stuff, including the casserole, Father’s Day, my financial, um, situation, the garden, and summer goals.

As it turns out, my casserole leftovers were quite yummy.  It tasted so much better than the night I cooked it.  In other words, it got better with age…

…just like Mike.  Happy Fathers Day!  We started the day with cards and pictures:

Dylan made this picture of a spider web for Mike  – yes, a spider web – at camp:

Then omelets with hot Italian pork sausage, baby spinach and mozzarella (Mike’s request), turkey bacon, Morning Star veggie sausage patties, and croissants (Dylan’s request):

Made by Yours Truly!  I may need some casserole practice, but I’m damn good with eggs.

Then Mike went straight to his computer to do computery things.  (For comparison’s sake, on Mother’s Day, I went to the mall and bought a pair of expensive shoes.)  About Mike’s role as a dad, I can say this:  He works his butt off to provide for his family (and he’s a gifted paper airplane maker to boot), and Dylan, Riley and I couldn’t be more fortunate and proud.

Later in the afternoon, I took the boys to Target to give Mike some space and to buy a zillion and one things, including Mike’s Father’s Day presents from the boys.  Apparently, Mike requested a really awesome Beyblade with sharp edges and a Star Wars Snowspeeder.

“Daddy’s gonna love this,” said Dylan.

I’m gonna love this,” said Riley.

(Editor’s note:  I wasn’t going to buy any toys – as if these kids need any more – but Daddy insisted.  He did.)

We ended the day at our favorite local bar & grill to celebrate with three generations of current and future dads:

Cheers to Grandpa Tom…and to Uncle Ken and Grandpa Barry who we’ll see in San Francisco in ONE MONTH!

On to less celebratory topics…

My spending:  I added up my household expenses for the week and, well, I don’t really want to talk about it.  Just know that I’ll be adding it all up on a weekly basis for a while.  Back in my Weight Watchers days, keeping the food journal was always the deciding factor in whether or not it was a successful week.  I’m hoping the same will be true here.

Now let’s talk about the garden, another slightly depressing topic.  On Saturday, we completed “Take Two” of our garden project.  Not “Phase Two” (the herb and vegetable garden); rather, “Take Two.”  Almost all of the flowers I planted a few weeks ago died.  Green Mama, I am not.  Mike planted new flowers yesterday afternoon without gloating too much (just a little bit) about how all of the flowers he originally planted survived and all of the flowers I originally planted died.  Boo.

Good luck, Take Two:

We (Mike) also planted a beautiful yellow Bromeliad plant Dylan’s teacher gave me at the end of the school year as a thank you for being the classroom’s healthy snack coordinator.

Supposedly, these plants are hard to kill.  We’ll see.  Mike planted it, so I’m hopeful.

A quick “Summer Goals” update:  I bought a “Captain Underpants” chapter book for Dylan.  After initially rejecting the book because it was “black and white on the inside” and asking me to bring it back to the store and buy a toy instead, which made me a very Angry Mama, Dylan let me read a few chapters before bed last night and He. Loved. It.  By the way, there’s a lot of poop, fart, and wedgie humor in this book, which is fun, but we made a deal to only do “poop, fart, and wedgie talk” at home when we’re reading the book (just like how we only pee on trees in our backyard).  We even did a pinky shake to ensure compliance.

Finally, here’s the “Who shot J.R.?” cliffhanger:  I have less than 72 hours to pack for a four-day family trip to Legoland.  Yikes!  Those of you who know my history of packing anxiety are well aware of what a frighteningly short period of time I’ve left myself to get my s–t together.  (New readers can catch up here:  “Everything AND The Kitchen Sink” and “Mastering the art of…”)  Will I get it done?  Without blowing my budget?  Or losing my mind?  Is this all just a dream?  Speaking of which, last night I dreamed I was pregnant again!

To be continued…

p.s. The pregnancy dream isn’t the cliffhanger.  That really was a dream.

Anyone watching the new “Dallas” on TNT? 

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Word Problems VI

About a year ago, the Runaway Mama organized all of the baby supplies, toys, and clothing collecting dust in her house and brought them to a local consignment store. Consignment Mama!  She was (not surprisingly) lazy about checking in with the consignment store to see if her stuff sold.  She remembered calling the store once and was told she had about $40 on her account.  That was a long time ago so there must have been a lot more money by now, maybe even enough to afford a shirt at Anthropologie!  (Shopaholic Mama!)

A few weeks ago, when the Runaway Mama finally remembered to call the consignment store to ask for her check, they told her she had zero dollars in her account.  “How could that be?” asked the Runaway Mama.  Then the woman on the phone explained to her that it was their policy to clear accounts after one year.  Oh.  After hanging up the phone, for how long did the Runaway Mama want to bang her head against a wall?

It’s been more than two weeks and the feeling hasn’t gone away.

For how many minutes does the Runaway Mama need to be alone with a not-quite-house-trained puppy, her own dog, and her two kids before realizing she’s – as Riley would say – so not ready to get a puppy no matter how much fun it would be to finally name a girl?

Ten minutes.  My sister-in-law left with me with her new puppy, Jake, while she ran a quick errand.  He was perfect the whole time, but the energy it took to keep track of his every move and sniff and to make sure he didn’t mistake Dylan’s Star Wars figures for chew toys all the while serving at the pleasure of my adorable but demanding children was exhausting.  No, I’m so not ready for a puppy.  My little Gertie will have to wait.

What’s the probability – regardless of the time of day, the weather outside, or the ruling political party in Congress – that each and every time you ask Riley, “What’s the magic word?” his answer will be, “Abracadabra, please and thank you.”  

100%.

Grandma Irene sent the boys $25 Toys R Us gift cards to celebrate graduation. That meant the boys could buy new toys and the Runaway Mama didn’t have to contribute anything.  Not a single penny.  Yah!  Not so fast.  The Runaway Mama left Toys R Us with the following: a BeyBlade Extreme Top System Stadium ($12.99), a BeyBlade Extreme Top ($12.99), a Marvel Super Hero Adventure Playset ($34.99), and a LeapPad Carrying Case ($12.99).  Including the $50 in gift cards, how much did the free trip to Toys R Us cost The Runaway Mama?

$23.96 plus tax.  However, getting out of the toy store in less than an hour with no crying, fighting, pee and/or poop accidents, whining about riding the creepy Elmo car near the exit (50 cents per ride), or begging for candy and crap from the candy and crap machines near the exit (25 cents for each piece of candy and crap) was PRICELESS. 

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