First time for everything

In the 10+ years that I've known Trophy Hub I have never seen him speechless.

Until today.

As most of my blog readers know, I pulled off a pretty big surprise party for him today. I'm not sure of the head count (yes, I'm anal enough to do that), but I had around 65 RSVPs and a few more showed. He was completely surprised and humbled by the showing of friends and family.

I don't have any pics to share yet because my camera is broken and I had to borrow my MILs. Soon I will post pics and a synopsis of the party planning, preparation and the party itself.

Now, I must sleep. Since I haven't done so in about 2 weeks worrying this extravaganza.

I said wha?

Well, it's been awhile since I've filled you guys in on some interesting things that have come out of my mouth.

Here goes...enjoy!

"You cannot eat that muffin while you poop."

"Please stop licking my arm."

"You have to eat more hot dog before you have more fruit." (Isn't that backwards?!)

"Stop biting my phone."

"Get your finger out of my belly button."

Have you said anything interesting lately?

I need your help!

Wow, I can't believe I haven't blogged in a week! Shame on me!

Well, I'm back and this is going to be better than ever. Ok, not really, but I thought I'd get you excited.

Since my brain is like goo and can't think backwards I will just tell you the future plans...

Friday is a special day for me, so I'm taking off at noon and pampering myself for the rest of the day. After my meeting I am headed for a cheap manicure & pedicure. From there, I'm having a not-so-cheap 60 minute facial and a 60 minute massage. Trophy Hub got me a gift certificate last Mother's Day and I just never got around to using it. I called and they said they would honor it although it had expired in May.

Fabulous.

Ok, I need some guidance here. I've never had a massage. (Crazy, right?) When I made the appointment, she asked me if I had a preference on male/female and although my mind thought "I want a female" my mouth said "Oh, it doesn't matter". So of course I'm scheduled with Stan. Seriously? Stan? That's what I get. Trophy Hub says he will be 200 pounds overweight, sweaty and hairy. I say he will be buff, tan and Latino. Ahem.

Anyway, back to needing some guidance. What do I wear to have a massage? Am I nude or do I wear my undergarments? I need help. Clearly. And quite frankly, it's stressing me out a little bit.

Saturday, my parents and my nieces are coming for the day. Trophy Hub is taking my dad fishing and my mom and I are going to take all the kids to the beach. Should be fun!

Monday is "unpack the backpack night" and ice cream social for Peanut.

Tuesday, Trophy Hub starts back to school.

Wednesday is Trophy Hub's 30th b-day! (Any ideas on something special to do for him? I'm a bad wife and didn't plan anything. I could use some ideas!!) Also Peanut has a one-on-one meeting with his kindergarten teacher.

Thursday, Peanut starts kindergarten!!!

And to answer your question, NO I'm not emotional about him going to kindergarten. He is so outgoing and makes friends so easily, I am not worried about him at all. I'm excited for him!

We're in for an exciting week!

Wordless Wednesday

Have I mentioned this boy has a big ole personality?

Oh grow up already

It should come as no surprise to any of you that with all the testosterone in our house, bodily functions is the topic of a lot of conversations. There is just something in the male DNA that finds it funny.

I think it is rubbing off on me.

Tonight the boys and I went to the library for some cheap (free) entertainment as we do at least once a month. One of the books I checked out for them is "Walter the Farting Dog". I didn't tell them while we were there what it was called because I have a hard enough time keeping them quiet without the roaring laughter about farts.

After we got home and settled in our pjs, the three of us sat on the couch to start reading our books. I started reading Walter and Bubba started giggling, but I think Peanut was in shock. Then, I started to laugh. Hard. Then Peanut started to laugh. Hard. I had tears I was laughing so hard. Now that is a funny book.

It comes highly recommended by the youngest and oldest members of our family.

Mixed up prayers

Watch this. I love love love that movie.

I think my prayers have gotten crossed with someone elses. I would never pray for patience.

But clearly He is giving me opportunities to be patient with my eldest son.

I'm flunking, in case you were wondering.

Crazy

It's not that I'm a bad cook. I just need very specific instructions. I have to have a recipe. I can't just wing it - add a little of this, a little of that. Nope, that's not me. Not with cooking anyway. With baking? You bet 'cha. I got that part of my brain - the sweet part. Ha!

This is why I find this to be so wonderful. I could sit here all night watching how-to cook videos. She talks to me like I'm a moron, which is great. She assumes I know nothing, which is pretty accurate.

Trophy Hub's all time favorite meal is BBQ pulled pork and there's a video teaching the moron me exactly how to do it. I may try the grilled corn too. Call me wild and crazy!

Wipeout!

Let's just say they don't make bandaids big enough for the injury on Peanut's elbow.

Dang.

I am honestly surprised that it took his long into his 2 wheeled adventures to get hurt this bad. He has a very bad habit (as I think most kids do) of turning right in front of another bicyclist. He has done it to both Trophy Hub and me, but we've always been fortunate enough to stop.

Unfortunately, tonight, it just happened too quickly. Peanut and Trophy Hub both went down. Thankfully, I was far enough behind that I was able to stop because Bubba sits on the back of my bike. It could have been a lot worse. Trophy Hub didn't get injured, but Peanut's elbow is completed scraped and is starting to bruise.

We weren't far from home, so we knew all the neighbors who came running with paper towels, cold cloths and ice. It was amazing how quickly they were there.

As you know, Peanut is ridiculous a very dramatic child. You never have to wonder where is he emotionally. He was pretty ridiculous upset for the next few hours that we spent at our friends house, but he still played and even rode his bike home.

Is it just my family or do your kids get hurt all the time? Both of their legs are covered in scrapes and bruises.

Maybe it's just a boy thing???

Duh!

A couple of hours at the beach on a nice day is good for a lot of things.

First of all, this is cheap (free) fun for the family.

Secondly, my tan gets brushed up since it has barely hit 70 around here lately. Oh, how I miss global warming.

And last, but certainly not least, Trophy Hub and I get all kinds of new material to laugh about. Such as how do you know when someone is white trash?

Anyone? Anyone?

If you guessed they have "White Trash" tattooed on their lower back, you would be correct! Congratulations. Your prize will be in the mail. Along with my notice for jury duty. I bet 'cha I'll get disqualified.