well.

BS is telling me i should simplify since i am pregnant. this means don't try to cook up a thanksgiving meal. don't bake up birthday cakes. give myself (and thus, himself) a break.

so i ordered this very pink Barbie sheet cake for BC's birthday party on saturday. normally, i love to bake, but maybe he is right. maybe i should let others do this year since my energy level is crap. it just pains me how expensive the damn cake is when i know i could do a yummier one much cheaper myself.

meanwhile, back at the ranch…

in two minutes, at 4:06, my darling Beloved Child will truly turn 4.

i tried to buy cupcakes today in her honor for dinner tonite. guess what? i think the entire fucking county has sold out of cupcakes. i even went to swank bakeries near us – desperation does amazing things to a mom. no dice. i ended up buying 3 slices of an amazing looking chocolate raspberry cake roll. but you know, the whole point of birthday cake to a 4-year-old is a) frosting and b) blowing out candles. you cannot very well prop up candles on cake slices…

what to do, what to do…

well, here is what i, bad mommy of the year, am doing. i am taking the leftover chocolate snickerdoodle cake i made, propping up Barbie cake decorations on it, and then taking whipped cream and putting it up the non-frostinged side. i hope she likes it.

i feel like such a bad mom.

BC loves the Wiggles' version of it.
i love the original, split enz version.
either way, i love this part. and yes, i am odd for quoting it.

Ah c'mon all you lads
Let's forget and forgive
There's a world to explore
Tales to tell back on shore
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Six months in a leaky boat.

lord, i love the brothers finn. so much so that i don't even care when a kiddy group sings them 🙂

When I was a young boy
I wanted to sail around the world
That's the life for me, living on the sea
Spirit of a sailor, circumnavigates the globe
The lust of a pioneer, will acknowledge
No frontier
I remember you by, thunderclap in the sky
Lightning flash, tempers flare,
'round the horn if you dare
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Lucky just to keep afloat

Aotearoa, rugged individual
Glisten like a pearl
At the bottom of the world
The tyranny of distance
Didn't stop the cavalier
So why should it stop me
I'll conquer and stay free
Ah c'mon all you lads
Let's forget and forgive
There's a world to explore
Tales to tell back on shore
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Six months in a leaky boat

Ship-wrecked love can be cruel
Don't be fooled by her kind
There's a wind in my sails
Will protect and prevail
I just spent six months in a leaky boat
Nothing to it leaky boat.

1) i burnt the homemade rolls i made. the only one remotely acceptable was the giant dough sculpture BC made. because it was so doughy, it took longer to cook, so it actually cooked up properly.

2) i currently hate all food. thus, everything tasted weird to me.

3) i think i am coming down with something. not directly thanksgiving-related, but it made the day less fun for me.

4) BS cooked the turkey on the grill. it took 4 hours for an 11 pound turkey. i offered to cook it, but he decided to put it on the grill instead, which was nice from the perspective that poultry makes me want to puke these days. but checking on a turkey is no fun, especially when it is outside. (he did a good job, i would like to point out. i didn't eat any, but BC actually complimented the chef.)

next year at Chicken Out. i am not cooking.

man, people who don't prepare T-day meals have no idea what goes into it.

thus far:

dough for rolls mixing (check)
chocolate snickerdoodle cake baking (check)
cranberry orange relish mixed (check).

i hope that @#$@!#$ turkey defrosts. it has been in the fridge since monday.

there are potatoes, veggies, and other things still. not to mention cleaning.

all this. and i hate food currently. poultry being #1 on my food aversion list :/

every now and then, little acts of kindness, no matter how seemingly insignificant, renew my faith in humankind.

going through the Taco Smell Drive-Thru today (my stomach is ill, and yet all i can think to eat are their nasty bean burritos. go figure.) , i dropped about 30 cents between my car and the curb. the lady looked at me as i was opening my car door, about to search for the dimes. “you short?” she said.

“i dropped my dimes between the car and the curb,” i replied.

“happy thanksgiving. go on thru,” she said, despite being 30 cents short.

people can be nice.

just saw this as someone's signature:

Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first woman she
meets and then teams up with three complete strangers to kill again.
– Marin County newspaper's TV listing for “The Wizard of Oz”

kiddie lemonade @ noodle & co – $.75

kiddie mac n cheese – $3.50

BC trying to use chopstocks to eat aforementioned mac n cheese – priceless.

BS is my witness.

today, while driving, BC said, “mommy, i have a name for my new little brother.”

“what, honey?”

“let's call him osama.”

::mom and dad's heads turn around in shock.::

“honey, where did you get that name?”

“from Barney. there was a little boy named osama who didn't know how to say “thank you.”

i'll say.

the CVS test came back. all is genetically normal. and we are having a boy 🙂

what the hell am i going to do with all the cuuuute little girl clothes i saved from BC?

😉

today, i visited BC's school. this is multicultural month, and so all parents have a day when they have to come in and talk about their family's culture. since we are some of the last parents to do this, we realized that our various cultures had been covered a bunch of ways. i figured we would talk about the music of our cultures. in short, BS taught the kids how to do the arm gestures to “the unicorn song” and i taught the kids to dance a wild hora to some cool klezmer music. it was really fun.

but before this lovely display of culcha, the kids were gathered around BC's teacher, miss naomi. miss naomi was making up a story, asking the kids to fill in blanks a la Mad Libs, to move the story along. thus, we were listening to a story about an evil squid who lived on a purple planet who apparently ate me up. but the best part? miss naomi asked the kids: what is the name of the evil squid? BC's best friend yelled out, “BILLY CARTER!”

you know, i couldn't make this stuff up if i wanted to.