So this happened today: My friend Alanna texted this to me: Just to clarify, the female winner (me) was supposed to just get the cape and the male winner the sword. However, I knew my son would LOSE HIS SHIT if he could have a sword like that (and I was right-- pic below). I wanted to make a deal with our company He-Man and trade the cape for the sword. Later I ran into the He-Man winner in the hall and he gave me the sword for my son without me even asking. Which was incredibly nice. However, the day couldn't end on such a high note. I guess we have to balance the highs with the lows. I didn't tell my son about the lost balloon but he immediately asked what happened to the icing on the cupcake. Which was non-existent. He did however lick the inside of the bag and told me that the icing (peanut butter flavored) wan't that great. Thankfully I had also brought home a piece of cake that won first prize in a dessert contest during the company barbecue. The name of the cake is Crack Cake. I think because it's so good you can't stop eating it. There is no actual crack in the recipe. I checked with the winner just to be sure. (I was a teeny bit disappointed only because I wanted to see words like, "OK to substitute cocaine for crack but use one third of the amount). This is is probably the only time I'll ever do this, but here is the recipe for Crack Cake. As soon as I saw that it uses store bought cake mix as the base I was like, "I'm in".
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TwerlaP
8/13/2015 01:42:39 pm
Hopefully there won't be any beheadings, next time your son is unhappy with you.
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Gina
8/13/2015 03:23:40 pm
Ha. Thankfully the sword is plastic. Though a couple of years ago he had a sword that he liked so much he asked if we could buy the same thing again. In metal. He thought it was a reasonable request.
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Gina
8/13/2015 03:26:56 pm
Our nickname (sometimes) for our son is the Terminator or the Destroyer. For obvious reasons. I could write an entire post about the things he has destroyed in the house. For example the ceiling fan in the living room needs to be replaced now because he broke off a fan blade a few weeks ago. He threw a blanket up over the blade and pulled down on it. I don't know why. I've resigned myself to not having anything nice in the house until he leaves for college.
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Lydia
8/14/2015 05:52:48 am
I want to know where you got your time machine because this blog was posted from the future. Did it come with a mad man in a blue box or a mad man in a DeLorean? Can I trade your son a lightsaber for the sword?
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Gina
8/14/2015 06:17:53 am
Oh my gosh-- ha, ha, ha. This stupid problem has started happening lately. I'll have to let tech support know that something is wrong with the posting dates. Another time a post was published several days in the past and I couldn't find it at all. Ugh, so annoying. I'm not tech savvy at all. I chose my website hosting site, Weebly, because it was supposed to be easiest to us.
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Gina
8/14/2015 07:14:47 am
The sword was a hit with my husband too. Full disclosure-- I may have swung it around a bit myself. :) I haven't searched for it, but apparently you can buy the sword on Amazon for like $12, which is an awesome price for a really hefty sword.
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8/14/2015 07:19:06 am
Obviously the only reason there isn't real crack in the cake is that there's already wine in the cake and you shouldn't mix drugs and alcohol.
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Gina
8/14/2015 08:04:46 am
Thanks for clarifying the instructions. I hadn't thought about the fact that drugs and booze shouldn't mix.
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8/15/2015 05:11:36 am
It's a good thing there was no crack in that cake or you would have literally crushed the competition. And I mean "literally". You would have gone into a rage and just started squashing people. Or maybe crack would turn out to be your kryptonite.c
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Gina
8/15/2015 08:10:22 am
It's weird to think that I could strangle another human with my bare hands. And I have absolutely NO IDEA why I was the strongest. It's not like lift weights or anything. In fact, my son recently told me that my body type would be described as "squishy". And he's right. And I'm OK with that. I'll never be a gym rat. But children always love to sit in my lap and cuddle because I'm soft and comfy. Plus my big ta-ta's provide a nice built in pillow. So yeah, how I ended up with freakishly strong forearms and hands, I'll never know.
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Gina
8/16/2015 07:41:10 am
Amazon, baby, Amazon. That's where the party planning team bought the shit for the BBQ. It's a pretty kickass sword. And it's huge. It sounds like you need one. Just be ready to fight off your four kids and husband for a chance to get to play with it.
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