Men Vs. Women: The Grocery

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The Weekend Update

I decided to write this post instead of working on the ever-mounting pile of dishes in the kitchen sink because frankly anything is more fun than dishes.  This weekend was pretty tame for our household considering that most weekends are filled with some medical or disciplinary issue to tackle all while keeping the rest of the plates spinning and smiling for the kiddies.  However, this weekend did not include either or at least any that I can remember.  In fact I found myself several times laughing hysterically at something that happened, telling myself I absolutely had to remember that for the Donut, and then sadly an hour later thinking, "what the heck was I trying to remember?"  It sucks being thirty and all old and junk.

Among the few things that stand out is Friday was an evenings of firsts.  We tried this new pizza place Hawethorn's Pizza (awesome except for the cheese pizza - more on this later) where we sat in a corner booth and laughed and toasted our drinks and carried on....right?...is that not how all families are at a dinner?  WHAT, No??!!  Well they are on TV!  Well fear not, my family is definitely not cut from Leave It To Beaver cloth either.  Mainly we waiting impatiently on the banquets for a table, Abbey and I checked out the bathroom (which we do everywhere so retailers grab a toilet brush and make with the sparkly!) and scarfed down the GARRRRRLIC knots the MOMENT they hit the table.  Literally Abbey slurped the olive oil and chopped garlic right off the plate.  YES I am teaching manners.  It is just taking longer than expected and hopefully by the time she walks down the aisle she will not fart like a drunken mule any longer.  A Mother can dream right?  After the pizza we went to my son's new HS football game who won by CRUSHING the other team 45-3.  Go Mavericks!

Saturday was truly an awesome day in our household.  Not only did my darling Husband kick major arse at his triathlon (smokin' his older brother's time) but also managed to get hit on...by an older male competitor (bow chicka wow wow) and most importantly we got Mexican food for dinner! (que mariachi music)  But the smoldering guy-on-guy triathlon action deserves a little attention...and most definitely in this, my blog.  A little back story is that this event is one my Hubby, his brother, and brother-in-law did last year and my Hubby being the competition freak he is (especially between the two of us) threw down the gauntlet declaring he would beat his brother's time with his brother-in-law rooting him on.  The brother failed to show (citing his recent wedding as the reason he is unable to roll out of bed we all know it was the taste of DEFEAT!) and my Hubby spent the entire triathlon pacing and playing cat-and-mouse with this guy.  While in the transition (tri speak for hurry up and change your crap) my Hubby proceeds to strip ....oh and I mean the dollar bills kind here girls..er..and guys..and wiggle, shimmy, and shake out of his tri-suit (read unitard) right in front of the guy.  The guy seeing my hubby apparently giving out the "come and get me tiger" show, came over and ask my Hubby his name, etc. and say, "You have quite the engine there!"  to which my Hubby replied "Thanks! You too!" thinking the guy was just complimenting him on his new bike.  Now the MOMENT my Hubby repeated to me on the phone what the guy said I laughed saying he was hitting on him.  We proceeded to have an argument over this because to me he would obviously be the "engine" for a bicycle and to him "engine" was just some fancy trispeak lingo for his snazzly new bike.  We debated this for a while and posted it to FB for our friends to weigh in.  For those of you curious ENGINE = HOT MAN BITS !  And yes I greatly enjoyed the queso at dinner!

Sunday was less eventful as it usually is considering football and grocery shopping rule the day's activities.  But this Sunday I was treated to watching my husband, daughter, and son all fight over setting up and playing the Disney Fantasy Princess game for the Wii.  This went on, to my amusement, until my husband started talking back to the princesses:

PRINCESS: Wow! You are great at typing your name.
HUBBY: Yes, I know thank you!
PRINCESS: You are now entering the forbidden area of the castle.
HUBBY: Then why am I going this way?
PRINCESS: You are superb with that magic wand.
HUBBY: Yeah baby I know.

Keep in mind this is a sweet little princess voice and a strong over 6ft 200lb manly "engine" replying.  Next, my teenage son decided he would take over and help teach Abbey to "Wii" which proved to be slightly more frustrating that teaching this couple Webcam for Old People 101 to practice safe "webcamming" and he threw down the remote in a huff and stormed off to his own room to "playstation" (or at least that's what I keep telling myself).  At this point Abbey turns to me with Wii remote in hand and smirks at her brother stomping off and says, "Wanna play now Mommy?"  Me thinks she orchestrated all this and she is really some evil genius bending us all to her will.  Of course I agreed and after a while sent her on her way so  I could monopolize both remotes and YES!  Mommy finished the entire game!  Whoo hoo!  Oh wait...."We" finished the game.  I forgot she played to......for about 15 minutes!!

Sadly the end of the weekend came and even more sadly I found myself in the packing lunches and snacks and backpacks endless routine.  I finally got everyone, including myself, showered, fed, teeth brushed, stories read, outfits picked out, and in bed.  As I was watching my darling daughter fast asleep I said, "OH CRAP!  I forgot to have her go "night time pee pee" (don't judge whatever works right?).  But being the superb Mother I am hoped into my own bed and thought, "please don't wet the bed so I don't have to get up at 2a.m. and deal with that mess."....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........

Patience and Tie-breaking

I wanted to make a quick post to say thank you to everyone that has stopped by to view my new blog. Thank you!  Keyword in the first sentence there is "NEW BLOG".  It is definitely rough around the edges and has gone through some changes daily and I/we ..well the "we" part of that is my loving and super-smart husband (flattery still gets you everywhere right?) who does not realize how critical his tech support skills are about to become!  Anyway, I just wanted to say please keep stopping by and commenting is surely appreciated.

Also, of extreme importance is that we have a tie in votes for the upcoming story.  We need a few more people to vote on the official survey at the top of the blog OR by adding your comment with vote here.  I will be posting the titillating (especially if you chose Topless, Diapers, and Cops) story this week!

Welcome To The Donut

Many of my friends and family over the years have said (usually in tears laughing - and no not the laughing WITH you type of laughter) that I should write a book about the crazy (certifiably so) life I live.  The thought of being a published author and all the perks and benes that come with it is tempting, but then reality rears her Madusa-esque head and I think perhaps a short blog would be better suited to my lifestyle.

About the name:  All of my Facebook friends with good memories can attest to the fact that I frequently post my favorite quote from one of my Husband's frazzled parenting moments.  He was speaking to my then three-year old daughter and said, "WHY do you have a penny in your mouth when there is a PERFECTLY GOOD DONUT right there!"  It was one of those moments when my normally perfect knight in blinding shining armor became human and as frustrated with the little apple of our eye.  It was a simple 18 word sentence that let me know I was not alone in this parenting quagmire.

I will be adding to this blog as frequently as possible, which in my OCD over-achieving way will likely mean this will be a HUGE TIME SUCK but will be entertaining for all.  I will also go back through some of my FB posts that were doozies and post them as new blog entries for all to relive.

Thank is all for now...stay tuned.

Mama Donut