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(a few years ago the Baby Twinkies and I went bowling and we came up with nicknames for each other to use for our score cards. So I'm going to start using them now to differentiate between the two)
Big Mickey (the younger Baby Twinkie) lost his front tooth a few days ago. He was biting down on a taquito when he screamed, “HEY where’d it go? I swallowed it! OMG I swallowed my tooth, mom!”
Annequin (the older Baby Twinkie) looked down at his plate and said, “No, you didn’t! Look it’s right there, stuck on the taquito!”
We all laughed and Big Mickey rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up and look at his newly tooth free “look.”
That’s when Annequin took the opportunity to let me know he finally believed me about being the tooth fairy. He explained that he’d seen the Full House episode where one of the girls lost a tooth and got a dollar. Then the other girl lost a tooth and Danny Tanner accidentally left a $20 bill.
“So how much money are you gonna give him, mom?” Annequin (the older baby Twinkie) whispered to me when Big Mickey(the younger baby Twinkie) wasn’t within hearing range.
The thing is, I’ve always told the kids that I was the tooth fairy. I don’t really believe in all the lying, even if it is “magical” or a “rite of passage” whatever. But the kids refuse to believe me.
Now there is a turn of the cards, right? Usually it’s the parents convincing their kids that Santa is real and the tooth fairy won’t give you money if you don’t brush your teeth. Well, this year Annequin finally gets it.
But later when I asked Big Mickey to go to bed so that I could sneak the money under his pillow he said in a very frustrated voice, “MOM!! STOP SAYING THAT! You are NOT the tooth fairy. If you are the tooth fairy then let me see your wings!!”
I said, “I am NOT going to show you my wings. Now go to bed or I’m not gonna leave you ANY money!!”
He went off to bed, still unconvinced. And annoyed that I would think he was THAT gullible that he would believe that I was the tooth fairy. Hmmph! As if…..
By now you all know how scatter brained I can be sometimes. So you know that my days are all backwards sometimes. Right? Well, Monday as I was leaving work I told my manager, “Bye! Have a good weekend!” He looked at me funny. Then I realized what I just said, and we both laughed.
The thing is, I actually thought it was Friday ALL DAY! And that’s how I felt yesterday too. And this morning as I drug myself to work I thought to myself, “Ugh, well at least it’s Friday.” Oh wait. IT’S NOT! And it’s not that I hate work or anything. I don’t really know what’s wrong with me. Other than I’m really looking forward to this weekend.
We’re taking the kids to the water park in Clovis. We go every year with Cabana Boy and Teen Barbie and our kids. My friend Goocher also goes with her kids. And my best buddy Snowball and her husband CocoNut go with their kids. It’s like a big reunion of sorts. I look forward to it every year even though I’m such a chicken that I refuse to get on any of the water slides.
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*pictured below are Snowball, CocoNut, Teen Barbie and Cabana Boy on their trip to Mexico which they went on WITHOUT ME.
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Watching people is one of my favorite hobbies and boy.. is there people to watch at places like the water park. It’s so neat to see the tourists, the locals, the teen punks, the rockers, the preppies. They all come from different backgrounds, different cultures, different styles and they are all at one location.
I also love spending time with the kids in line waiting for the rides. In fact, that’s my favorite part. We joke around. We talk. We bond. It’s nice. But when it’s time to get on, I say HELL NO! I’ll wait right here, thank you very much.
I’ve had excuses for years of why I “couldn’t get on them.” At first, I was pregnant. Then, I had to stay behind with the little ones, while my teenagers and my husband had their fun. But now my kids are getting older and they WANT to get on those scary slides so I’m running out of excuses. So I’ve decided that I’m too old to pretend like I like to be scared out of my mind. I’m done. I refuse to pretend any more.
In three days I’ll be at Wild Water Adventures. Laying out, eating, walking my little ones to the slides and then waiting for them patiently at the bottom. And when somebody asks why I won’t ride with them I’ll just tell them, “Because I don’t want to. That’s why.” And that’s all.
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Besides, somebody needs to wait for the Baby Twinkies at the bottom of the slide just in case they get scared, right? RIGHT?
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“OK, so what’s a 'play' again mommy?” one of my Baby Twinkie's asked while the other one listened in, also curious to hear the answer.
“It’s like a movie. But with REAL people!” I responded.
Satisfied with my short and simple answer they sat down and waited for the show at the Bakersfield Community Theatre to start. We'd met my friends Susan and Estela there to watch The 20th Annual One Act Festival.
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Five minutes 'till show time, I decided I had to go to the restroom. Baby Twinkie reminded me very sternly that the show was gonna start soon, and did I REALLY want to disturb the viewers by walking in while they were performing? Ah yes, good point Baby Twinkie. I guess I'll wait till intermission.
Before the first act started we were warned that there would be gunshots so I whispered the warning again in my kids ear just in case they weren’t paying attention, so they wouldn’t be scared when it happened. When it actually DID happen, we all jumped out of our seats then laughed at each other for being startled.
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It was called "Old Friends" and with friends like that .. well...
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Then we giggled all the way through "The Phone Monster," tried to keep up with the wit of "Wordplay" and learned a very valuable lesson with "A Cup of Apple Cider Tea." The little girl dies at the end of the act but not before having left an impression on everyone around her. Great lesson for the elderly lady in the play as well as for me and my children.
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Then came my whole reason for being there! "I Wait For Sleep" directed by Julie Jordan Scott. The only words that come to mind are beautiful, magical, heart wrenching, romantic, and yucky.
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I say yucky because the characters kiss a few times and everytime they did both my boys covered their eyes and said, "eww."
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A few ladies sitting behind us giggled when they did this. But the kissing was romantic and beautiful and there was nothing yucky about it, as long as you weren't 7 or 8 years old and live in a world where anybody of the opposite sex has cooties and no way would you ever hug them, thouch them and much less swap spit with them.
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While there was nothing innapropriate for children in "I Wait For Sleep" I have to admit the last act called “The Script” was! But just a teeny tiny bit. As innapropriate as you expect out of three soap opera divas. But it was so funny that the kids were too busy laughing at their overly dramatic diva-ness than to take the time to focus on the fact that one of the actors was in her panties and a negligee.
The boys really had a blast and they are already looking forward to their next “live movie aka play.” And I would definitely take them again. Bakersfield local theatre is fun for the whole family. I highly recommend it.
Desert Blood by Alicia Gaspar de Alba is "An incisive mystery that delves into the violent deaths of young women plaguing the US / Mexico border" One of my favorite excerpts:
How many of us agree that no matter how bad we had it as kids, our parents just did the best they knew how? This book really freaked me out because I remember as a kid hearing stories about women being beaten, raped and murdered while trying to cross "la frontera" but I thought it was just my mom being paranoid. Just like when she wouldn't let me go camping because that's where serial killers chopped up and murdered little kids while they were sleeping.
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"Ariel. Wow. I don't even know what to say about her. How horrible is she? She actively participated in holding women and girls captive. She fed them the coins. She "bathed" them in bleach water. And what did she gain from it? She was living in what basically amounted to a shithole. Clearly she wasn't getting rich from it. Not only that, she blatantly lied to Ivon's face. I think that she is one of the most disgusting characters in this book, hands down. She was so evil. -
--- --- Happy Feet was also hooked from the beginning, and like me, is now searching for more information about the Juarez murders. she says: "The worst thing is that we know this is based on true events. I still don't get why the authorities in Mexico are trying to hide the exact number, when they know everyone knows what's going on. I wonder if they'll ever find the missing girls' bodies or if some are being held captive in slave rings. It's just so sad and heartbreaking. :( "
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They think this book stinks like big ugly poopy pants and it's more confusing than a rubix cube. Also, they have NO idea what a rubix cube is.
And that's all she wrote, folks. I think six satisfied readers out of eight isn't too bad, right? Stay tuned for the next The Tuckermans book review.
There's this blogsite I read every Sunday called postsecrets.com *PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard. Every week I pick my favorite(s) and share them with my friends. This week is all Father's Day related "secrets" and this one cracked me up! - -
Here are a few responses to that specific postcard. I thought it'd be fun if you guys shared some here too! My dad used to say that inside of the car's air-bags was uncooked popcorn. When you wrecked the popcorn would pop and you would have a snack until help came.
My dad told me the worst swear word you could possibly say was "Bostonian". It meant "someone who has no private parts." My brother and I used the word until we were teenagers and my father giggled every time we said it, right before he sent us to our rooms. I bet PETA would just love this one! when i was little my dad told me that polyester was a small animal in australia & they would kill it to make clothes. that night i sat in my room reading the labels on my clothes for hours & threw all of the polyester ones away. So anyways, it left me wondering what neat, magical little white lies your parents shared with you. I can't remember anything specific off the top of my head about what my parents might have "lied" about, BUT my sister The Raven used to tell my kids all sorts of neat stuff. For example, she used to tell them if you fell asleep with your shoes on, your feet would turn to horse hooves -
- She had a million of them. Too many to share. Right now I'd love to hear your stories! Please share them here! And to see the rest of this weeks postcards, Click here to go to the Postsecrets.blogspot.com ! -
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What does summer mean to you?
For me it means hanging out by the pool with my two little guys. They swim while I lay around and read.
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Sometimes I join them in their reindeer games. Sometimes they join me in laying around and catching rays.
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Every once in a while they yell out, “Mom, mom, check this out. Check out this cool trick we just made up.” I’ll look over and clap and cheer them on. Other times I tell them to stop what they are doing, because it’s dangerous and they can hurt themselves. This one is called the “Statue of Liberty” and it made me smile. They practiced it and practiced it until they got it right.
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My summer reading so far includes Desert Blood by Alicia Gaspar De Alba. I've read it before through the Chicana Book Club, but I'm reading it again for an online book club I just joined called The Tuckermans.
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I'm also reading Moon Pies and Movie Stars by Amy Wallen. It's a book I found while reading Noveltown's official blog, Paperback Writer. After reading N.L. Belardes' awesome interview and book review, I just knew that had to be my next read. And can I just say, it’s the cutest book I’ve come across since my obsession with the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich.
*(Thirteen in all.... yeah. OBSESSED. The good ol' "Can't wait till the next one came out" type of obsession.)
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It’s made me laugh out loud more times than I can count. Just my kind of book. It’s funny. And there’s nothing erotic about it. I can read it in public without blushing or feeling paranoid that everything thinks I’m a dirty dirty crack ho nympho!
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Other than that, there is also camping at Oceano Dunes, Hume Lake and Lake McClure. Then this summer we're also adding Sea World, a Giants game, and an additional family trip to San Diego for a cousin's wedding.
So now tell me! What does summer mean to you?
I could tell you all the ways in which I believe my father failed me but I'd rather spend the time to tell you all the ways in which he succeeded. I hope that one day my children will do the same for me.
* (I stole this line off a good friend! She said it once and I loved it and mentally saved it ever since!)*
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He was a talented man. He'd sit in his room or outside under the tree writing song lyrics and playing his guitar. While I didn't inherit this talent, I was able to capture a little bit of that gene and transfer it onto my teenage son.
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He was a horrible dancer, but didn't care. He'd dance anyways. Unfortunately that is one talent (or LACK OF talent) that I did inherit. I also can't dance but I don't care. I'll dance anyways. If you ever see me out in public, dancing… don’t feel sorry for me. Instead be happy for me, knowing that dancing gives me joy. And that YES I know how dumb I look.
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He had a great sense of humor. He was always making people laugh.
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Anywhere he went he was the life of the party.
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He has never met a stranger.
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He always looked for the good in people.
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He was a great friend to many people, always willing to give a helping hand.
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And even though he was all those things at home (sometimes) but mostly to others and he left my mom (and essentially us, his kids) when I was a teenager and never came back I will always hold on to the good memories I have of my one and only dad. And I forgive him.
I usually don’t allow myself to dwell on the memory of him. But lately it’s all I think about. Maybe it’s because the older I get, the more of my life he’s missed out on? He’s missed the birth of my children, their first steps, their graduations. He’s missed all those milestones that all the other grandpas get to share with their children.
It makes me really sad especially when my Baby Twinkies ask why my dad doesn’t keep in touch with me. They don’t even call him their “grandpa” because they’ve never known him as such.
And while it makes me sad that he has in fact missed all of his daughter's weddings, graduations, the births of our children, etc... I sincerely hope that he finally found his happiness with his new wife and new daughter.
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*A sister I will never meet.
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I know that in spite of him and thanks to my beautiful mother and my wonderful husband, I've finally found mine.
"It's not right!" shouted the weeping Hilton. "Mom!" she called out to her mother in the audience. Hilton, who was brought to court in handcuffs in a sheriff's car, came into the courtroom disheveled and weeping. Her hair was askew and she wore a gray fuzzy sweatshirt over slacks. She wore no makeup and she cried throughout the hearing. Her body also shook constantly as she dabbed at her eyes. Several times she turned to her parents, seated behind her in the courtroom, and mouthed, "I love you." She had been brought to court in sheriff's custody today for a court hearing on her early release from jail after back-and-forth decisions on whether she could participate by telephone from her home.What transpired here is outrageous," county Supervisor Don Knabe told The Associated Press, adding he received more than 400 angry e-mails and hundreds more phone calls from around the country. Hilton's return home "gives the impression of ... celebrity justice being handed out," he said. ---- Click here to read the rest of the article on Yahoo News -- I can't help but think the opposite. That because she is a celebrity, she's being made an example out of. I mean, come on seriously... I'm sure some of us know of people who have committed worse crimes and got off with a warning, or sent home with the monitor, etc. --- But I'm curious to know, what do YOU think? Do you think she should serve her full sentence? Or do you think she should be sent home? And why? “Mommy, tonight can we do that thing we did when our cousin was here a long time ago?” Baby Twinkie asked.
“What thing?” I responded, scared of what he might be asking. With Baby Twinkie, you just NEVER know.
“You knowwwwwww…. Where we put a blanket on the floor and you let us eat in the family room and we watch a movie and eat snacks.”
Relieved he didn’t say something like fly to the moon, or toilet paper the mayor’s house, I exclaimed, “Oooooh! You mean an indoor picnic. Yeah, I guess we could do that.”
My thoughts immediately focused on the pile of laundry that needed to folded, the bathrooms that needed to be cleaned, the dishes that needed to washed, the floors that needed to be swept, the bedrooms that needed to be burned to the ground because YES they are THAT dirty. Then I took a deep breath and sighed with relief that I had yet another excuse to put it all off another day!
So we picked up some "Hot and Ready" at Little Caesars.
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We got some drinks and snacks at the Dollar Tree Store.
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The Baby Twinkies picked up some glow sticks, because no picnic/rave is perfect without a proper light show.
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And we sat down and watched a movie while the laundry sat there feeling a tad bit neglected. Of course the socks were delighted with the movie choice. And the blankets were just happy they were included. The shirts weren't too thrilled. But the shirts are snobby anyways.
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I know what you might be thinking! "handle your housechores, woman." But I mean, come on... how can you say, "NO" to these little faces!
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![]() Is anybody going to the concerts at the Marketplace tonight? Mento Buru is performing at 7:00pm. They put on such a great show and the kids LOVE THEM. I went last year with my friend Goocher. This year it might be just me and my Baby Twinkies. I'm not sure who's going with me yet. Take your lawchairs and join me! If you see me, make sure you say hi!
Would YOU pass this T.W.I.N.K.I.E. test? Test Description: This test was designed to test whether Twinkies are intelligent. We decided to do this test last, because we "killed" a lot of Twinkies during these experiments, and didn't want to know before the other tests were over if they were sentient. Observation: Before Test:
Immediate Results: Part I:
Conclusions: Twinkies are not sentient in any way we can understand. Click here for more information on the T.W.I.N.K.I.E Project. ***Do you remember that whole relationship advice blog about honesty etc..... I wrote the other day? This first random thought is for those of you who responded (and thank you for that!) 1. My husband said to me yesterday as we're walking onto the ballpark for our son's game, "Are you EVER gonna wash those pants? You've worn them for I don't know how many days straight and they're starting to look dirty!" *Gotta love his honesty, right? (And he was right. They were dirty. I'd worn them three times this week. I just LOVE those pants) --- 2.After coming back from her son's kindergarden graduation the other day, my friend Crystal emailed me, "(the kids) ...were in a line outside the door and she would call their name to come in and get their "diploma". When they came in, she asked what they wanted to be when they grew up. A couple girls said butterflies, too cute. I knew what (my son) would say, he wants to be a racecar driver. lol He's so much like his daddy!" *I think that is so cool that little boys always want to grow up to be whatever their daddies are, and us girls always want to grow up to be ballerinas, princesses, or butterflies. If I could choose my life (strictly in theory of course) I would choose to be a butterfly even now! That's what's cool about being young and sweet and innocent. You believe anything is possible. Even the impossible, the incredible, and ESPECIALLY the magical! So my question to you is, if anything was possible, what would you want to be when you "grew up." Be creative. I mean to say, if you would like to be a ninja, then list ninja. This is your make believe world. Choose carefully! Or not! :)
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