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Tuesday night at Baby Twinkie's baseball game, something happened to me. I was propositioned to by a wasp. YES!!!!! A wasp got fresh with me. -- I was just sitting there minding my own business when all of a sudden one of the other moms exclaimed, "NORMA, there's a wasp heading your way!" Sure enough, I looked up. I saw a wasp, confident as can be flying directly towards my face. AND IT KISSED ME ON MY LIPS! Just when it started to open it's teeny tiny lips and slip me the tongue, I stood up screaming and swinging my arms back and forth SCREAMING, “NO noooooooooooo NOOOOOOOOOOO, please, OH GOD OH GOD... please, NO NO NO”
I was NOT shy about saying no. I let that wasp know then and there it was NOT allowed to kiss me like that! Not so much because I was afraid of said wasp. But mostly because I’m NOT that kind of girl. And besides, he wasn’t even my type. The other moms applauded my loyalty to my husband. And laughed. Yes, they clapped their hands while rolling in laughter. I think that was their way of saying they were proud of me for standing up for myself. In fact, I'm sure of it. A Wendy's manager got shot Tuesday morning because he refused to give a drive thru patron ten packets of chili sauce. That particular Wendy's store policy is only three packets per customer. THREE PACKETS? Really dude? I use at least five. The Wendy's manager was quoted as saying, "I got shot over chili sauce. I was trying to figure while in the hospital why someone would shoot me over some chili sauce." This sounds awful, I know. But I just can't stop giggling at the thought. Nurse to Wendy's employee: "Sir, what's your name?" Wendy's Employee: "I can't believe I got shot over chili sauce" Nurse: "sir, are you in any pain?" W. E.: "I can't believe I got shot over chili sauce" Nurse: "sir, sir, SIR?" W.E.: "I can't believe I got shot over chili sauce" Now I know this is NOT funny. And I don't condone shooting customer service reps... but chili sauce? REALLY? I can't believe he got shot over CHILI SAUCE! Give the man his chili sauce for pete's sake and call it a day. I can't believe he got shot over CHILI SAUCE! And it's not so much like I'd shoot you over ranch dressing.. ...I'm just saying.. I can relate to wanting to cause physical damage over it sometimes. Ranch Dressing and chocolate. For example, one day I was PMSing and craving deep fried zuccini strips WITH RANCH DRESSING in a major bad way. So I went to Carl's Jr and ordered them. When they brought them to me (after I'd paid and sat and waited for over fifteen minutes because they were really busy) they informed me they were out of ranch dressing. Now COME ON! How can you be out of ranch dressing? Well, when they told me they were out, it's not so much that I felt like shooting the poor guy... but I did want to grab him by his big goofy ears and bang his big-ass lopsided head up against the dirty, sticky, germ infested table a few times. Instead I took a deep breath and told him I'd like a refund. HEY don't judge me! EVERYONE KNOWS fried zuccini is worthless without it's delicious calorie packed ranch dressing counterpart! It's like buying a Twinkie without it creamy sugary filling. But still.... I CAN'T BELIEVE HE GOT SHOT OVER CHILI SAUCE! It was Sunday morning and I arleady had my day planned out. It basically consisted of:
1. nothing 2. a little more nothing.
Then in the evening, maybe more nothing. I wasn’t quite sure yet.
So when Mr. Twinkie asked if I wanted to go to the movie theatre to watch Pirates of the Caribbean I immediately said no. He wasn't too surprised, since he knows how I feel about the movie theatre. I HATE IT.
I hate the cell phone talkers, I hate the lady who brings her newborn into the theater, then when the kid starts crying LOUDLY, she refuses to walk out to tend to him so the rest of us can enjoy the rest of the show. I hate the people that TALK THROUGH THE WHOLE MOVIE as if their commentary isn’t annoying the hell out of even the person they are saying it to. AND I hate the stupid person behind me kicking my seat the throughout the WHOLE MOVIE pissing me off more and more as the movie continues. I get to the point where I obsess over it and can’t even pay attention to the movie I paid GOOD MONEY to see.
All I can think is, “How could they NOT KNOW THAT BUGS PEOPLE? How can they sit there and kick, kick, kick, kick the damn seat and not take into consideration that somebody is USING THAT SEAT? Again? Seriously dude?"
kick
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One more time and I’m gonna turn around and sock your inconsiderate ass. AURGH!
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How 'bout I kick you up-side yo' head, hu? How 'bout that?
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mothaeffingbastard.. are yah kidding me????? AGAIN with the kicking?
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I bet you didn’t think that much rage could live in a sweet Twinkie, did you? Hahahaha. Yes, that is why I will rarely (if ever) go to the movies.
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But, back to Mr. Twinkie and The Pirates…. Teen Twinkie and one of the Baby Twinkies said they would go with him. The other Baby Twinkie said, “No thanks, I’ll wait till I’m thirteen to watch it. The last one was too scary for me.”
Gotta love his honesty, right?
All in all they loved the movie, but said it was too long. Of course when you are in LOVE with Johnny Depp and his Captain Jack character like Smalltown Girl Matildakay, it probably wasn’t long enough.
I think it’s neat how Captain Jack has developed quite the following. And not just from girls either. N.L. Belardes actually interviewed several die hard Captain Jack fans HERE, and took some pictures too. Smalltown Girl, Chingpea’s daughter makes the CUTEST, most adorable pirate EVER! You can see her picture and watch N.L. interview some interesting characters over on Paperback Writer(nlbelardes.com). It’s a fun article.
When you’re done there, you should go read about Matildakay’s Pirate adventure HERE(on matildakay.com). Then head on out to my other favorite blogger Sarah Smile(valancyjane.wordpress.com) who not only went to the movies DRESSED like a pirate... she claims it was worth staying up till 3:00am for it!
As for me and my grumpy self, I'll wait till it comes out on video. Then I can watch it while sitting on my couch, with some beer, maybe popcorn, and I can pause it anytime I want for pee breaks or other interruptions. AND there will be nobody sitting behind me, kicking my seat! That's the best way to watch a movie, in my opinion!
It's NOT That I Already Wasn't Feeling OLD.... It's just that it's another reminder. You don't really believe the "time flies when you're having fun" saying until it really does. --
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I was reading an article the other day on MSN that addressed an interesting issue. Honesty. Opening up to your partner. Sharing EVERYTHING with them. Not keeping ANYTHING from them. And I was thinking to myself. Really? Everything? Because I don't think it would bring my honey and I any closer than we are if I told him his breath stinks. Or if he told me I was getting too fat. In fact, it might piss us off. And when we women ask, "Do these pants make my ass look too big?" I KNOW that YOU know what the correct answer is. LIE. Then I read THIS ARTICLE titled Five Secrets You Should Keep From Your Partner and it made more sense to me than the first one. What do you think? Are there more things you need to keep from them? I want to add a few of my own. 6. It IS a big deal. 7. It doesn't happen to everybody. and... 8. It IS your fault. I stole them from Jennifer Anniston's character on Friends. haha. But seriously. Is there some things you should keep to yourself? Isn't too much information bad for relationships? What other "secrets" should you keep from your partner? Should you be completely open no matter what? Even if it might hurt their feelings? click here to read the article then leave a comment!
I can't believe summertime is almost here. It's so close, I can taste it! The weather has been showing signs here and there. High 80's, low 90's. The Baby Twinkies have been swimming for over a month now. But there are other signs too. You just have to know where to look. I was driving to baseball practice with my Baby Twinkies the other when I noticed a big boat parked on the street.
Me: Oh my gosh! WOW Look at that honkin' huge boat! Baby Twinkie: Where, mom? Where? Me: What do you mean WHERE? Don't tell me you didn't see it? It was HUGE! *he looks every way but where the boat is parked. Baby Twinkie: Where? Where? Where? I don't see it! Me: It's right there.... right in front of the buttcheeks. The Baby Twinkies automatically know what I'm talking about and turn back to the buttcheeks. Now, I'm sure you're thinking to yourself, "WHAT THE HELL ARE THE BUTTCHEEKS?" Well, the buttcheeks is something that you have to SEE to appreciate. And "It's right there.... right in front of the buttcheeks " is definitely one of those sentences that once they leave your lips you chuckle and realize it would make NO sense to anyone once except for Twinkie, and her Baby Twinkies.... unless..... you took a picture! -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - -
I know I shouldn't be... but I'm a little bit (well OK, a LOT) glad that little league practice was canceled for today. Since my Baby Twinkies are on two different teams this year, it means baseball EVERY DAY of the week except Sundays. So every day my evening consists of me rushing home to pick one of them up, take them to practice. Of course I stay at practice with them. They like for me to be there and watch just in case they catch that amazing pop fly, or hit a home run or make the most perfect slide EVER onto home plate. I usually take a book to read in between all this amazing feats. Right now I'm reading Moon Pies and Movie Stars by Amy Wallen. If any of you read Paperback Writer then you know that N.L. Belardes recently interviewed her and wrote a book review. It was a fun and interesting interview, as always and the review really caught my attention so I bought it. So far it's made me laugh out loud about ten times and I'm not even done with the first chapter yet. YUP! That's my kind of book! Another book reviewed on Paperback Writer that caught my eye was Three Days In New York City by Robin Slick. I took it out to Baby Twinkie's practice one day and read about a chapter and half. I had to stop reading it. Don't get me wrong. It turned out to be a very fun book but... well.... you're gonna think I'm a dumb ass.. and I should have known better.. but I guess I didn't really know... but I should have. It's labeled EROTICA. And yes, while I know what the word means, I guess I didn't really "KNOW" what the word meant? Yes, I can be slow like that. The book starts with phone sex while she's on public transportation while wearing a short skirt with no panties, per HIS request. Ummm yeah. So anyways, after reading a little bit my face started to feel a little flushed. I looked up and felt like all the other baseball moms were staring at me. Did they KNOW? Can they read my thoughts as I'm reading? Can they tell that my heart is racing? Can they feel my sweaty palms? Did I accidentally mouth the words as I was reading? Or worse.... did they have Three Days In New York City at home? Did they recognize the cover? Are they judging me? "BAD MOM, reading that smut while at at her kids baseball practice? I mean, what kind of mother does that?" The crack-ho/nynpho kind, that's what. -- So I very discreetly put the book back IN my purse, looked around to see if anybody had been able to read my thoughts. If I was Catholic I would have said ten hail Marie's(is that what they call it?) DAMN. I can't even remember what those prayers are called. Not that it matters since I'm not Catholic, so even if I did know what it was called and how to recite them, the Catholic God would look down at me from heaven and say, "Nice try, Twinkie, but you're not fooling anyone!" That evening I went home, made dinner and did all that other motherly/wifely stuff, then once everyone was in bed, I finished the book. Devoured it, really. Like I said, not only is it "EROTICA" but it's really funny too. It was a short and very easy read. And don't worry. I've learned my lesson. From now on, if the cover has certain key words like sex, erotic, dirty dirty girl, etc on it, I will NOT take it to my kids practice.
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This world needs more COWBELL! AND more honest, hard working, open minded people/musicians like Aaron Novack. (and a few other bakotopian bands/musicians) Aaron, I wish you much success in anything you EVER choose to do in life. I hope it never includes squatting however. Since we would miss you around here too much! *don't forget to support Aaron at his downtown protest .."this Saturday! (MAY 26th) From 12pm and on. IN FRONT OF THE GOODWILL Store in DOWNTOWN Bakersfield.
BRING YOUR OWN SIGNS IF YOU WANNA HELP Peacefully PROTEST!"
Do you ever have embarrassing moments that are so funny you just have to share them over and over and OVER... no matter how silly they make YOU sound? Well, this is NOT one of them. (well, at least not of ME.)
But it's still funny and I love repeating it.
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We went to the movies with Mexican Rambo and G.I. Jane. This rarely happens since I hate going to the movie theater…but somehow I got talked into it. Mr. Twinkie had to use the restroom and we were running a bit sooo…..
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We decided I’d get in the concessions line, while he handled his business. I'm behind this lady and her date. A few other people are in front of them.
Mr Twinkie went to the restroom. I got out of line to look at a poster on the wall. Are you following me, here?
He's back from the restroom, got back IN line, and starts to rub this ladie's shoulder. She assumes it's HER man so she enjoys it for a bit.
(OMG I am laughing my ass off as I type this)
She then finally looks back ...smiling... appreciative of the shoulder rub I’m sure! --
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 and she tells him, "HEY! What are you doing?" ---
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She somehow doesn’t look convinced? ... and then just for good measure he says, "I SWEAR! I’m not a pervert. I swear!".... He looks at me with an expression on his face that clearly says, "help me out here, babe!"
I am laughing my ass off this whole time. From the time I saw him get back in line, to the waiting to see what she would do. EVERYTHING. The whole time!
I’m laughing sooooo hard I can’t speak. Therefore, I can’t tell her that YES in fact he is telling the truth, and it’s my fault he was rubbing on her, because I was IN line a second before that.. then got OUT of line to look at that poster.
I continue laughing the rest of the time we’re in line until my stomach hurts.
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... this post is a continuation of Bite Me a bloggy I wrote about an embarrasing thing that happened to ME. Now it's time for a "Mr. Twinkie's embarrassing moment" bloggy! Click here to read BITE ME!
So most of you know about the Twinkie curse on t.v. shows right? NO? Well let me fill you in. If for some reason I stop watching a show, no matter how popular it is, (FRIENDS, SEINFELD) somehow I curse it into the basement, or hell or Wasco, or wherever bad t.v. shows go once they've been cut. It's true. It happens every time without fail. ---
--- And guess what? They cut it... it's gone. I just read the new ABC lineup and they CUT What About Brian. BUT the good news is, they added a show called Caveman based on those stupid lame ass Geico Caveman commercials. --
GREAT MOVE ABC. (insert sarcasm here) MORONS!
DAMN... I better get with the program or they will find a reason to cut Grey's Anatomy and LOST.
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Today is Mexican’s Mother Day. I knew it fell around the same as American Mother’s Day. But I honestly don’t ever really remember the actual date. My co-worker passed by me this morning and cheerfully told me, “Happy Thursday, Norma!” I glared at her and grumpily replied, “What’s so happy about it. Blech.” She looked at me and giggled nervously.
She was probably thinking, “What the hell did I say to offend her?” Instead she replied, “Well I guess in your case I should say it four times because you have four kids. Happy Mothers Day, Happy… “
I laughed and said, “Oooooh! I thought you said Happy Thursday. I’m sorry. Yes! Happy Mother’s Day to you too.”
*note to self, call your mother!
 So now here I’m sitting thinking about mi mami (my mommy) and childhood memories are a-flowin’. I can hear her soft, soothing voice singing “Un elefante se columpiaba….” And other Mexican lullabies.
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Of course my favorite is the one about the elephant swinging on the spider web. And when he realized that the web could hold his weight, he went and called another elephant. It's a counting song. I always wondered just how many elephants it was gonna take to break that web's hold. And what kind of spider was it? It had to be a really big and strong spider, to be able to make a web that could hold up to at least ten elephants. And then did the elephants ever get tired of swinging?
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By now all this thinking makes me want to call her. Of course I can’t call ‘till after 4:00 because she’s at work right now. She still works out in the grape vineyards. I don’t know how she does it.
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She took me out one year during my summer school break and I kid-you-not… I was the biggest pain in the ass out there. We were working “la tabla” which basically is preparing the grapes for their adventurous and delicious journey into raisins. Keep in mind this job is paid by commission only. We had to lay out paper, put a wooden frame around it, then pick grapes and distribute them evenly so they’d soak up the hot summer sun and turn to sweet, delicious raisins. We got paid by every “tabla” we laid out by the end of the day.
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I was paired up with my uncle who was born with short arms and only three fingers on each hand. I feel so bad for him. He ended up doing everything himself while I took a gazillion “water breaks.” Every time my hands got dirty, which of course was EVERY TIME I yanked a "bunch" off the vineyard, I felt compelled to go wash my hands. I mean, ewwwwww! You cannot possibly expect a girl to work if her hands are dirty, right? I did this all day every other vine I touched until it was time to go home. My uncle never once complained. My mom sure did, though! She was so upset with me she swore she’d never take me out there again. That was FINE BY ME.
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I remembered when she lectured me she said, "When you grow up you better marry a rich guy, because obviously hard labor is NOT for you."
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You got that right, woman! Agricultural work is HARD and grueling and it just is NOT for me. Thank God for me, hard labor WAS for her. Whatever that means. I mean is hard labor really "for anyone." Or is it something you force yourself to do because it's the only way to feed your family when you have no other skills and don't speak english?
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I have so much respect for my mom and madrecitas (mothers)like her all over the world. She's a strong, determined, hard working woman. She's worked those vineyards ever since I can remember. Even in her 50's she's still out there in the smoldering heat making a living.
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If it wasn’t for her, I always joke, I’d probably still be living in Tijuana and I’d be selling chiclets at the border. --
-- Of course it's just a joke. I know that no matter where we lived, she'd do everything in her power to make sure we had a good life. Because that's what mom's do! I love you mom! Feliz Dia De Las Madres! One of the things we did this weekend besides squeeze some time in for reading and laying out is the Cinco De Mayo Parade. I've noticed throughout the years that the attendance for such parades (at least here in Porterville) have really gone down a lot. The biggest parade we have is the Veteran's Day parade. But I'm not sure if it's because that is the same day of the Band-a-Rama and schools from all over come to be a part of it....
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-- Maybe it's because of the lack of effort that gets put into these things nowadays. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean the parade organizers. I just mean there are very few fun/interesting floats the past few parades I've been to. As a kid I remember loving to see the different floats with a different theme at each parade. --
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Nowadays, everyone slaps a sign on a car and waves. What's up with that? --
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HEY EVERYONE! LOOK... it's Razzle Dazzle... that's where I get my hair done by my GENIUS hairdresser ...AMY! NOOOOO not the guy in the truck! That's Mr. Ennis... I mean BEHIND him! ---
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I shouldn't complain. I actually think it's kind of cool that Cinco De Mayo Queens of the past still take the time to make appereances. --
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And some were there to send out/share a very important message to everyone: --
-- The Freeze Is Not Over! Please donate!
And some vehicles actually did try to be creative even without a float:
-- Look, this guy made his vehicle look like El Senor Camioneta: --
-- It was a part of the Porterville Sheltered Workshop's "float" entry.
And this guy managed to make his vehicle look like a caballo. Pretty cool, hu? How did he do that? --
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It was a great parade, all in all. These girls looked so happy to be performing and we really enjoyed watching them! Everyone clapped as they danced by us! I'm sure they made their teachers proud. Great job Olive Street School!
-- The Mariachi is always fun to see! You could hear them even after they'd passed us and were blocks away! I don't know why but everytime I hear mariachi music I feel compelled to yell out, "Vivaaaaaaaaa Guadaljaraaaa.... a-hooooo-aaaaah!" ---
-- I forget what school this is from.... but I just love bands! High School and elementary...
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-- The UFW in the hizzouse representing for all the farmworkers! --
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-- Could this be our future Cesar Chavez? --
-- Could this be our next Dolores Huerta?
-- Ummm.... mom, who cares about that? What we wanna know is..... where's the dude with the cart that has all the junk food? --
-- Yeah, mom, you promised us tons of floats and lots of junk food. Where they at?????? --
-- Shhhhh kids. We're not here for junk food and floats. We're here to support your sister and the Monache Marauder's Band and Color Guard! Here they come! Go Teen Twinkie~ Represent that "M" whooo hoooooo! (my daughter is the "M" for if you hadn't already guessed it. ) Go M... go M... go ..go ... go M... Goooo MONACHE!!!! --
-- And there is the other wonderful band, Porterville High School. Baby Twinkie was excited to learn that they made a band up just for his PANTHERS LITTLE LEAGUE TEAM. I think it's the other way around? But I didn't bother correcting him. --
-- and finally.... it's OVER.. time to go home and SWIM!!
My weekend was pretty busy! Doesn't it always work that way when you're feeling a little under the weather? Damn allergies are kicking my ass. I just wanted to crawl under my blankets and sleep the weekend away. Unfortunately life doesn't stop for a sick mommy. So this is what I did instead! To start with, there was two and a half hours of this on Friday: (Monache Band and Colorguard's Spring Concert)
ooh yay! Two and half exciting hours of fun ahead of us! Look how thrilled we are!
--- --- --- Teen Twinkie and part of her colorguard team. Teen Twinkie is the third one from the left.
Teen Twinkie looking like a ghost in that blurred action shot. She's fourth from the left.
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Then Saturday there was a few hours of THIS: Don't be jealous of my MAS Magazine cap and shirt...just show up to one of the events they've sponsored, look for their booth and get hooked up!
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--- --- Another Baby Twinkie (in the middle) his cousin to the right, and their life long buddy(Nacho Libre's son) on the left.
--- --- --- Baby Twinkie ready to do this thing!
--- --- --- Then of course not to mention the Cinco De Mayo Parade. But that's for another blog! In between all that I still managed to go to Teen Barbie and Cabana Boy's house Friday evening for Beef Stew one night, our other friend's house for the De La Hoya fight on Saturday (after the boys baseball games) .. then back to Teen Barbie and Cabana Boy's house on Sunday morning for Biscuits and Gravy. I don't think I cooked once this weekend. whooo hooo for me. And thank you Teen Barbie for feeding me and my familia! “Mom, I read your diary!” Baby Twinkie confessed to me last night while smiling very smugly.
I acted very shocked and appalled then say, “GASP! You did? Oh noooooo! So then you read how I REALLY feel about you?”
"HU? WHAT???" Baby Twinkie asks a little uneasy then replies, “Yup. I do. Because I snuck in your room and read your diary! hahahaha”
“Oh, man. Did you read it all? Did you read the part where I wrote:
Dear Diary,
Baby Twinkie is too expensive to keep around. He eats ALL my food, and raids my pantry and takes all the snacks to his room and hides them under his bed. I think I’m going to get rid of him tomorrow!
Love,
Twinkie
Did you read that part?”
He looks at me in shock and horror and says, “MOM! YOU WROTE THAT?”
Then he giggles because he knows he’s sooooooo busted! I found his secret snack supply under his bed!
“YUP!” I say, trying very hard to contain my laughter. “Of course you already KNOW that because you read it in my diary right?”
“Awww man, it’s just like that video you showed me yesterday! MAN you’re mean!” he whines.
“Baby Twinkie,” I say, “I don’t own a diary. BUT if I did.. I wouldn’t write that. How can I get rid of my baby Twinkie? Come on, if I did that, then who would scrub my restrooms and help me wash dishes?”
“True” he replies, feeling a little more confident about his position in our Twinkie Household.
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**to watch the video Baby Twinkie is referring to just CLICK HERE.
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“Happy Valentines Day, honey,” I said to my husband as I handed him his gift this past Valentine’s Day.
“You cheated,” he said. “We promised each other we weren’t going to buy each other anything. I didn’t get YOU anything, honey, I’m sorry!” he continued.
I smiled real BIG and handed him an envelope. “Yes you did, honey! SEE! Hand this to me and tell me Happy Valentines Day!”
He laughed, but followed my orders. I opened the envelope. FOUR GWEN STEFANI TICKETS! And they were great seats. “WOW! Honey… you have outdone yourself this time. HOW DID YOU KNOW? Oh my God, I’m so excited! I didn’t even realize you knew that the presale for the tickets was this Sunday at 10:00am! You sly dog, youuuuu!”
He laughed some more.
YES! I’d gotten a Gwen Stefani pre-sale notification, got the tickets without telling my honey. Then I put them away for Valentine’s Day. He got a humidor and some cigars. I got Gwen Stefani tickets. I think we both scored BIG this year!
Here are some pictures of the night. I took my daughter, her friend, and one of my sisters.
First of all, when they came out, the Harajuku girls were trying to escape the tour. They were in cute little jailbird costume/dresses. One came to my row and asked me to save her. I didn't save her. Instead, I took a picture. HEY do you blame me? The concert would NOT have been the same without the Harajuku dancers. Call me a rata all you want. I did what I had to do!
Here are my pictures of my run in with the Harajuku girl. YES she was on my lap.
 You don't believe me that it's her? Then take a look at the "cop" taking her away from my row of seats after I ratted her out.
 Yes, Harajuku Girl... you need to get on that stage and do your thing, girlfriend! For the sake of the tour. You'll thank me later, after you get your big fat paycheck. I'm sure of it.
 After I saved the day, the concert started. It was a blast. Gwen Stefani puts on a GREAT show. It only gets better and BETTER!
  During this song, Gwen surprised the crowd by running through us and towards a mini stage they had set up towards the back. YES even people in the nosebleed section got their chance to see Gwen up closer. I thought that was very cool of her to do that!
    Here I am with my sister and my daughter. We had a great time. I will definitely go again next year if she tours through Bakersfield again!
 Thank you everybody!
 GOOD NIGHT!
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