Monday, May 28, 2012

jabba the hutt ball

Today I made cake balls.

It's Memorial Day, so I decided to use white chocolate candy coating and sprinkle with festive red, white, and blue sprinkles.  I can't bear to call them jimmies, can you?  It just sounds weird.

Anyway, I've never made cake balls, but how hard can they be?

You just crumble up a cake, smush in some icing, roll into a ball and cover in chocolate.


Or so I thought.

I put my mix in the fridge overnight, rolled out the balls and then popped them into the freezer for an hour like the internet commenters suggested.

They also suggested using skewers to poke into the cake ball to dip into the chocolate.

Somehow, my skewer left a hole and I ended up with a cake ball that looks like it's throwing up.  It even has eyebrows.  I named it Jabba-the-Hutt-ball.

This really sums up how my life is.  I tried to make cute, festive, Memorial Day cake balls.  I ended up with an angry, barfing, blob of cake that resembles a member of the Star Wars cast.

Oh well, that's not what Memorial Day is about anyway, so who cares if my cake balls are ugly?

btw.... on Friday, I posted my favorite patriotic hymn on facebook.  If you didn't listen to it, take a minute now and give thanks to God and to those who have given their lives for us.  Happy Memorial Day.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

is that legal?

Superfrydad does not read KWTF.

Therefore, I feel free to share whatever I like concerning him.

The following is based on a true story.  The dialogue may or may not be what was actually said.

Superfrydad plays on our church softball team.  Last week, one of the games was cancelled because the other team did not have enough players.  The coach called Superfrydad but SFD failed to get the call on his cell, so he came home 5 minutes before it was time to leave for the game.  We ran out of the house with no dinner and flew down the road to the softball field.  The softball field is in the middle of a hayfield in the middle of nowhere.  The property owner's home is nearby, but far away from the actual softball field.

We pull into the parking area & there was no one there.  We sat for a few minutes, thinking maybe we were early & everyone else was late.  Another family pulled in and confirmed that the game was, in fact, cancelled.  They pulled off and we looked at each other.

SFD: "Let's just go get something to eat.  Hand me my shorts." (He was wearing his softball uniform & his extra clothes were in the backseat.  He proceeds to take off his shoes in order to change his clothes.)

ME: "There's Mr. Property Owner walking toward us.  You should probably wait to change your clothes."

SFD:  "He's not coming to talk to us.  The game was cancelled."  SFD proceeds to unbutton his pants.

ME:  "Why else would he be walking out here?  He's probably telling you the game is cancelled.  You're not going to beat him.  Pull up your pants."

SFD:  Ignores me and proceeds to peel off the softball pants.

ME:  "He's getting closer.  You might want to just drive away because you don't have enough time to put your shorts on."

At this point, SFD looks up and realized that I am right as always so he drives down the little gravel road wearing his underwear and softball jersey.  He puts on his shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers while driving.

I did not speak.

I just prayed silently that we would not wreck or get pulled over.

I'm not sure if it's against the law to drive in your underwear, but it should be.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Funniest Mother's Day Video

If you are easily offended, you may not want to watch this video.

However, if you have the same sense of humor that I have, you may find this Mother's Day video hilarious.

It makes me laugh every time I watch it.

To those who watched it & liked it:  You're welcome.

To those who watched it & it made your high horse trip as it was trotting along:  I am sorry.  However, I did warn you and maybe you need to get a shorter horse that's not so high.

A prideful pony, perhaps.

Or a small, snooty sire.

Maybe a bitty, better-than-you burro.

I could go on, but I'll stop.

Happy Mother's Day.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Field Trips

Today I went with Superfrykid on a first grade field trip to a local wildlife zoo.

I jotted down some statistics for those who might be interested:
3 school buses
a zillion kids
half a zillion parents
4,324 high pitched squeals on the ride home
3 ladies bathroom stalls
7 port-o-potties (none of which were used because the ladies room line consisted of approximately 487 women and girls)
199 uneaten sandwiches
0 uneaten chips
1 cassowary that photo-bombed my kid & her little friend.

1 lion that sat on a raised platform like the king it was (It may have been a lioness, I did not get close enough to check, nor did I read the sign.  I kept my distance because it looked like it was in a bad mood.)

It wasn't bad, really.  I mean, we got there at 10:30, had lunch at 11:45 & were back on the bus by 12:30.  I only had 2 kids to watch, which is totally awesome and also equals the number of eyeballs that I have and also the number of hands I have.

I'm pretty sure nobody got lost or eaten or anything like that, so I'd say the trip was a success.

What do you think the best place for field trips is?

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

true love

I saw this on a friend's facebook page & felt like I wanted to share it too.

The Story of Ian & Larissa

I'm still wiping the tears from my eyes.

And PS - did you notice how adorable their wedding was?  Pinterest, eat your heart out.

But that isn't the point. 

I am distracted easily.

And certainly not cool enough to have cowgirl boots in my wedding.

But that's not the point, either.

See how my brain is?

But really, in all seriousness, isn't their story inspiring?

Sunday, May 6, 2012

life of the party

Superfrydad's niece got married yesterday.

Superfrykid was the flower girl.  Note that everyone else in the picture above is smiling and Superfrykid is sticking out her tongue.  Who does that?

I was worried she would fidget, talk, pick her nose, lift her dress up, sigh, roll her eyes, get her dress dirty before the ceremony, and a plethora of other silly worries that mothers of flower girls have.

However, she did a great job.  She walked slowly down the aisle and stood up front nicely for the entire ceremony.

I was so relieved to get to the reception and have no worries.

Here she is coming into the reception after being announced by the DJ.  I'm not sure why she thinks she is a gangster, but clearly, she has some swagger.

Last year, Superfrydad's other niece got married and Superfrykid busted out some crazy dance moves we didn't know existed.   The Sprinkler and  The Robot were her go-to moves.  If you are my friend on facebook, you can go back to my videos and see the moves for yourself.

Yesterday, Superfrykid added The Dougie to her repertoire, thanks to the bridesmaids, who graciously allowed her to join in their little circle of dancing.

When we were leaving, the bride told Superfrykid she was the life of the party.

And she kind of was.  In her own sprinkler/robot/dougie/travolta way.

The photographer, Day By Day Photography, said that she thinks we might have a party animal on our hands.  I think she might be right.  I don't know where she gets this from, because Superfrydad and I are about the dullest, non-danciest, un-party-like people I know.  Help me, Rhonda.