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.........