More Corndog Related Disappointment

I've been edged out. Yes, me--pushiest of the pushy--has been edged out. I am no longer a homeroom mother. I had been asked along with another mom to share responsibilities as room mother. Easy cheesy, right? It sure started off that way. I did a party, then she did a party. I'd give her a call now and then with things that I knew was going on and share emails I had with the teacher. I thought all was going swimmingly until she decided there needed to be a pecking order. We started chatting after school one day and she told me she had seen a paper somewhere with her name billed on top of mine so I went home and told BR that I was getting vibes that she was wanting to establish some sort of something about this. Next day, I'm picking up Beatle and her teacher comes to my car window and said that So-and-So's Mom had sent home a letter with all the kids proclaiming she was the one and only room mother and the teacher was concerned and wanted to see how I felt about it. I told her that if she wanted it that bad, she could have it. I have higher ambitions...the PTA! Muhahaha! :) P.s. The letter was absolutely ridiculous. I haven't had one of those "high school" moments in awhile. I guess I was due.

WE SOLD OUR VAN! R.I.P GOLD DUST. Just this afternoon, right before the game, a guy came and got it. He had been stalking it from day one and kept giving us these low, crap offers. Then we realized, nobody was giving us any offers so we met in the middle and it's done and out of our front yard! Yay! And, I don't know if this is considered racist or stereotypical but I'll tell you what, from all my time in Fort Worth having yard sales and then selling the van, Mexicans drive a freaking hard bargain! They like to negotiate. BR would tell you that they are absolutely one of my favorite people groups...I would be one if I could. I love their sense of family but also, they work really hard for their money and they appreciate it so they want to get THE LOWEST price for something they can. BR was like a true car salesmen; you know, you'll start negotiating and then they have to go "talk to their manager" off in some office and you never see them. I was inside making empanadas for the game and BR came in a few times needing a pep talk to hold firm to our price. haha! Empanadas too...what a kicker. He did really good though.

This may surprise you but my whole life I've done stupid things. :) I laughed until I practically peed myself the first few times I saw Tommy Boy but especially the part where he's "Fat guy in a little coat". My sister has always been much smaller than I but I would always "try her clothes on". There were a few instances where I'd even stretch things out or bust zippers. It makes no sense; it's a compulsion. Even if she leaves her jeans lying around now, I would definitely think about slipping them on. There's just no explaination for something so stupid. Well, something sort of like that happened this week. I was swinging Beatle on her swing in the backyard and I thought I would try to see if I could hold myself up on her trapeze bar. It never even crossed my mind that I was such a lard that maybe the timber couldn't hold ME up! I'm counting on my husband's carpentry skills to fix my boo-boo or we owe her a new swingset.

Her swingset has two parts to it; the part that I broke and then a little look out part with a slide up high. I'm thinking it was in my panic to make things right after tubby demolished her playplace, I mentioned something about having a sleepover up there on some weekend. As soon as I picked her up on Friday afternoon...it was THAT weekend. We went to a crafts fair that closed long before we were done poking around or even got a corndog! We were all totally devastated. It never even crossed our minds that it would close so early on a Friday. I ran up to a food vendor asking if they still had corndogs and, with a smirk, the cashier told us that those were the last two, pointing to a plate some skinny girl was holding while she was bouncing away. We were devastated. In an effort to cheer herself up, Beatle starts talking up all the things we're going to do when we get home for our mom/daughter campout. BR knows that I'd rather be sleeping in my own bed so he lowers the boom on Beatle, telling her that mommy may not sleep outside. Does timing mean nothing to him?!? There she is in her trucker hat with crusted lunch still on her face boo-hooing in the midway of a closing craft fair. After shooting him a look of "What were you thinking?!?" I assure her that we will have our sleepover. Then, he finds a BBQ truck that still had some food. Beatle states that she wants a turkey leg but I tell him that I really just wanted a corndog and don't want anything from here so he starts to leave. Again, for real? Please BR, don't hold back, just heap the disappointment on her head all at once. While I really appreciate him being sensitive to me, he was totally oblivious to another fragile female in our family. We got her a turkey leg and she happily ate it all the way home in the jeep. :) Our sleepover outside was fun--lil bit scary since I was supposed to be the rock--not gonna lie. You could tell though, she was SO happy. BR came out to check on us (and get the remains of the turkey leg carcas--it takes awhile to eat one of those and we didn't want to have it with us out there while we slept for fear of critters) before he went to bed (he slept on the couch with a window open) when we heard something. He grabbed the flashlight and shone it at the building and saw a "huge" rat. Yuck! And then something woke me up at 1 am. I rolled over to see a skunk in our back yard. Ewww! But overall, we had a blast, nothing got us and we slept well.

Ok, I'm done for the night! After talking about last night's sleep on boards outside, I'm ready to get into MY bed now. :) Sorry, I've been awful windy tonight!