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Tween & Tennis Tuesday

The kids and I had the morning schedule completely open, so I chose to hit the EA Sports Active and My Fitness Coach after the kids finished playing Sonic Unleashed on the Wii. Just so you know, I’ve found the Wii workouts best at exercising muscles that are hardly touched during regular cardio/weight training routines, thus explaining the soreness issue experienced last week. Who would’ve thought boxing, in-line skating and step aerobics could do such a number on a person the next day? Not me – I was flabbergasted. Let’s just say I’m prepared this time around, ibuprofen and all.

But exercising with Wii games wasn’t the highlight of this summer Tuesday. Nope. The day actually got plenty better after dropping Catholic Girlie off at her Tween class, sending Catholic Son and I over to the tennis court where we volleyed nicely smacked the ball around the court like a couple of wild & crazy tennis fanatics. Ok, so we weren’t exactly pro-like, but man… that boy can make contact with the tennis ball like no other 10 year old I’ve ever seen. Although, unfortunately, he also takes losing exactly like a certain one-time pro: John McEnroe.

Final score: Mom 5, CS 3. Sorry ’bout that, dude.

Just Rewards

My sweet Catholic Peeps were so gracious in allowing me a few hours of quiet IT consulting time this afternoon that I couldn’t resist whipping up a Chicken Alfredo w/garlic toast dinner (thanks for the backup support, Catholic Hubs!) and then driving said Peeps over to the swimming pool for a 2 hour dip. BTW: Do moms get mileage expense reimbursement?

Sweet Summer Sunday

No awakening to cat poo today, thanks very much. Instead, we slept in uninterrupted and then consumed our usual family cinnamon roll breakfast while reading the comics together. Well, three of us ate rolls anyway, because I’ve actually started eating Catholic Hub’s Famous Veggie Omelet instead. Not sure why, but I’m blaming it on another food phase, which means more cinnamon rolls for everyone else to be eating. No complaints there!

What’s next for our day? Workout (me), Sonic Heroes fun (CG), Bionicle play on the computer (CS), and Home Project Work (CH). Then after lunch, more pool time for me and the Catholic Kids who burned off some of that extra energy all stored up from being inside all morning, during which time I took care of some reading/tanning/snoozing. Another typical summer day, and it was all good. *ahhh*

But the best part of our day came later at Eyemasters where Hubs bravely put in an order to replace those taped-up glasses he’s been wearing for several weeks now, along with a bonus pair of sunglasses to top off the deal. We’re so proud of that guy:

Rude Awakening

Here’s how not to wake up on a Saturday morning: with a certain child bursting into your bedroom as you sleep announcing that he/she found a present cat poo outside his/her bedroom door upon opening it. Dude. As if hubs and I need heart attacks bright and early in the morning? Ok, so clean-up time and then we’re over it. Breakfast wasn’t quite as appealing after that disgusting event, but you just move on with things. Ew.

Anyway, so Books-A-Million was having a huge ‘Summer Sale’ today forcing the Catholic Peeps and I to seek out a few book bargains. And that we did: 3 ‘Crime of Fashion Mysteries’ by Ellen Byerrum (me), ‘Darkest Fear’ and ‘Subterranean’ by James Rollins (hubs), 3 manga books (son), 3 chapter series novels (daughter) – all for $59 + tax. Crazy, I know! We were completely pumped after walking out of that place, and ready to read every single one of those sweeties. BAM rocks the planet with us right about now.

The afternoon barreled right on with Catholic Girlie trying out my new EA Sports Active and me cheering her on as I completed a few bicep curls & stretches, because my entire body was screaming after completing 2 days of my own personal EA Sports Active workouts. Lord have mercy on me. Then in no time flat, mass beckoned us over to the local parish where we put in a few extra prayers, thanking God for our blessings – with chlorine being very close to the top of that particular prayer list.

Speaking of which, we made a quick pit stop over to Kohls on our way back home, because apparently CS sent up his own personal ‘wish list’ to God: funky-rad new swim shorts.

Freaky Friday Jump

Simple pleasures in life sure do make the world go ’round, like doing a little twisty-spin-jump off the diving board. Summer fun.

Look Who’s Talking

One would expect the day after a person’s birthday to be a big let-down, but with this busy summer schedule we’ve got going in the Catholic homestead? Not even close. Instead, we kept up with our Thursday cleaning routine, now calling our crew the “Thursday Three Clean Peeps”, and whipped right through the house like a bunch of Tasmanian Devils. Then before lunch, we tested out my birthday Wii games: EA Sports Active and My Fitness Coach, getting our appetites extremely worked up in the process.

Side note: Neither Wii Fit nor Jillian Michaels Fitness Ultimatum can touch EA Sports Active and My Fitness Coach. Finally, personalized fitness with improved Wii interactive response time. Two exhuberant thumbs up!

So then can you guess where the CK’s wanted to spend the afternoon? Yup. Poolside. No surprise there. Catholic Hubs with a day off from work stepped up to the challenge and took care of that little request nicely (thank goodness because I’m changing ethnicities with all of the sun exposure) while I made an errand run to the library for returning books and Target to pick up a few more necessities: Bagel Bites, drink boxes, chocolate milk, calcium fortified apple juice, chex mix, pop tarts, and pancake mix.

Ok so we’re all set for awhile now, right? Uh-oh… who forgot to write ‘paper towels’ on the list? *errg*

Finally, Catholic Girlie and I met with her cello coach at the Conservatory of Music where she experienced the Best Lesson Ever. Not only did Mark rave about the “cooking” she did while etude-playing, but he also mentioned that “word was getting around town” about CG’s talent. As it turns out, Mark received a phone call from another parent referred to him by CG’s Middle School orchestra teacher. The caller heard that CG made amazing strides while working with him and wanted to set up coaching sessions for another cellist. People are talking!

This just calls for a Root Beer Float Party.

Birthday Pampering

A 29 year old woman thirty nine year old momma couldn’t be more spoiled on a birthday than I was today. And with more spoilage going on at this very moment, I leave this blog post with a favorite photo of today’s party-going experience:

Birthday Bust

After a scorching fun-filled afternoon of cooling off at the pool and subsequently replenishing our energy with a batch of my famous home-cooked lasagna and garlic toast, I set off to the store to pick up some much needed items: orange juice, milk, chardonnay, muffins, butter and a yummy marble cake topped with butter cream frosting screaming “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” across the top. These items would be for celebrating my birthday tomorrow with the Catholic Homies, of course.

Only, hold up just a minute. Here’s my conversation with the cashier (who appeared to be @40-ish) that will go down in history as the best (?) 39th birthday present ever:

  • Cashier: Can I see your driver’s license, please?
  • Me: Of course! It’s actually my 39th birthday tomorrow.
  • Cashier: Happy birthday. (looks confused at license) Wait, you said it was your 29th birthday tomorrow?
  • Me: No, my 39th.
  • Cashier: Are you serious? (literally staring in disbelief) That just can’t be right. You look so… young to be that age. You have such nice skin!
  • Me: (surprised) I seriously can’t believe you thought I said 29th. Wow, really? (shakes head in disbelief)

Then while leaving the store, I’m thinking – Now wouldn’t that just stink if I were to be busted on the eve of my 39th birthday as some crazy chick trying to buy booze with a stolen driver’s license? Completely priceless.

Keepin’ Cool

The day started off eerily with a thunderstorm sneaking toward the metro area, thus putting a damper on the CK’s tennis lesson scheduled for the morning. But we watched and waited for the final weather verdict, then found ourselves at the tennis courts under bright sunny skies with broiling ‘Heat Advisory’ temps. Yet despite all that, the lesson went well and the kids left knowing how to serve the tennis ball across the court – officially now anyway, because they already had some idea before the lesson began thanks to trusty ‘ole incognito mom who gave the peeps informal lessons prior to this particular class. Nothing like a good re-schooling.

Back home for a bite to eat, then the CK’s and I had exactly one hour of shopping before my scheduled web consultation with a client. Catholic Son discovered a 6 month old Hollywood Video gift card he’d received as a birthday gift last January, but yet couldn’t find a single thing to buy with it after searching around the store. So what to do? Well, I did us all a favor and bought it from him, purchasing 4 DVD’s for the Catholic Family’s home entertainment stash:

  • The Women
  • Paul Blart, Mall Cop
  • Bride Wars
  • Taken

And with all of that sweltering heat taking place outside, I have a feeling we’ll be indoors watching those sweet lil’ flicks in no. time. flat.

Father’s Day: Part 2

Our plan for Catholic Hubs’ Father’s Day celebration went off smoothly right out of the gate with a homemade French toast breakfast complete with sausage, bacon, and juice. While the CK’s and I read the Sunday comics together, CH browsed through the rest of the newspaper and licked his plate clean, the sign of a fairly decadent meal. Then it was gift showering time with gifts that included a Gorillapod, remote cooking thermometer and NEBRASKA t-shirt. What a perfect way to pamper that guy – we’re that good.
Remote Cooking Thermometer

But we weren’t done with his Dad Day Wish List yet. Oh no we weren’t. With an afternoon of swimming at the pool for burning-off-energy goodness, Hubs’ favorite Famous Dave’s Bar-B-Que ribs meal awaited. We got that guy completely sauced, and he loved every finger lickin’ minute of it… as did nearly every other Dad/Grandfather in town by the looks of the line waiting for tables as we left the building. Carnivores.
Hungry Dudes