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Happy Fourth of July!

So much excitement today, the most important of which being:

  • Catholic Girlie lost another tooth and is now one step closer to getting braces on those adult teeth of hers.
  • Making (and eating!) Independence Day parfaits.
  • Setting off fireworks in our driveway, because technically, it’s not illegal when you live outside city limits. (This just in!)
  • And finally, watching an even bigger fireworks display from our deck while having a late-night snack.

Freedom and parfaits are such a blessing.

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Dynamite Day

So the Catholic Family’s Friday July 3rd party got started early with my 8:00 am salon appointment and Hubs having the day off from work, meaning a breakfast of homemade waffles and steamy espresso to tide me over while sitting in that blessed salon chair for 2+ hours. Then, for wasting time purposes, I paid Kohls a visit and picked up 3 new outfits of skimmers (pants somewhere in between walking shorts and capris) and summer tops, because quite frankly, I needed a lil’ wardrobe update that didn’t bear the name of Nike or Adidas. (Father Chi frowns on that kind of thing during mass, you know.)

Meanwhile, Hubs & the Catholic Kids were home watching Roger Federer kick some tennis bootay at Wimbledon, out-and-about taking taking the car for a much needed oil change, and subsequently working up a good appetite for sub sandwiches. So guess what? I met those peeps at Barnes & Noble, because it just happens to be right next door to Kohls and a birthday gift card was burning a hole in my wallet. But we only left with a few books for the CK’s and my card intact. (BTW: Spent that baby online later in the afternoon, per Becca’s sweet book recommendation – thanks!) And finally, lunch at Subway where we replenished our starving bodies. *whew*

Then what? In search of a fireworks stand! More specifically, one bearing the Knights of Columbus logo, as we prefer buying fireworks in support of those nice Catholic gentlemen in our Archdiocese. Although, despite the fact that Catholic Son had his sights set on bringing home a 3-foot tall monstrosity of pseudo-dynamite, we settled with a nice grocery bag of fireworks fun to keep us safely entertained yet another year:

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?

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.

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

Father’s Day: Part 1

For Father’s Day this year, we actually have a PLAN for Catholic Hubs/Dad thanks to the swanky survey we created especially for him to fill out. The Father’s Day Survey consists of selections for all kinds of meal choices and events, complete with little check boxes next to each item. Not only that, but we even put that convenient “other” option with a blank line next to it for many of the selections just in case our options weren’t up to snuff. Then with CH’s completed survey, we set out to achieve all of his requests over the weekend. Aren’t we amazing? I know!
Father's Day Survey

So here’s what happened today, the first half of Father’s Day weekend:

  • Shopping, Dad-Dude Style: With a Sports Authority gift card burning a hole in Hub’s wallet, we took him to the shopping center where he bought a few workout duds. But shopping didn’t end there, oh no. Best Buy and Books-a-Million beckoned from the curb for us to bring Hubs inside for a little more perusing, for Dad of course. Ok, so I walked out with a BAM membership for future savings, but I had good intentions.
  • Lunch at Subway: This seems to be a recurring Saturday event , so who were we to keep Hubs away from a usual favorite? We’d never do such a thing. The menu: toasted Italian Herb/Cheese turkey footlong (split between Hubs & me), pepperoni & cheese 6-inch on white (CG), ham/turkey/white American cheese on wheat (CS) all complete with Lay’s BBQ chips on the side with carbonated beverages.
  • Pool Time & Mowing: Hubs wanted to mow the lawn this weekend, so I took the CK’s to the pool for a couple of hours as a way to keep people busy. The weather was perfect for both: a little overcast and free of rain showers. I even snuck in some reading time while checking out the over-abundance of tattooed people swimming at the pool. How fun is that?
  • Mass, Frozen Yogurt, Barnes & Noble: Next, we took CH to mass where Father Chi bestowed a Father’s Day blessing on Hubs and all of the other dads in attendance. So nice to have our weekly obligation out of the way on Saturday so we can sleep in on Sunday. Then we headed over to TCBY and treated CH to a cup of chocolate frozen yogurt topped with Heath bar crumbs, while the CK’s slurped down strawberry smoothies and I savored a cup of white chocolate mousse with fresh strawberries, whipped cream and Lactaid on the side. Then finally, because it was nearby and why the heck not, we visited Barnes & Noble where I left without buying a single book for myself. Miracles do happen.

Next: Day #2, Sunday (6/21), the OFFICIAL Father’s Day

Topsy Turvy Friday

Just after I posted yesterday’s blog, Mr. George, Catholic Son’s baritone teacher, called and asked to reschedule the missed lesson. Let me rephrase, Mr. G apparently forgot that he’d already called and rescheduled, then failed to realize that he’d subsequently stood us up when we showed up for the newly scheduled lesson, thus calling again to reschedule the original lesson. Good grief. Ok, so basically we re-rescheduled and actually had a decent lesson this morning after all was said and done.

Note to self: We’re blessed to have Mr. G as a teacher, so I’ll say no more on that front. *cough*

Next, after a quick grocery store pit-stop where we picked up milk, potato chips, tortillas, Sunny Delight, and chewing gum, the CK’s and I ventured home for a homemade lunch of pepperoni & cheese quesadillas (CG), Banquet frozen Mac ‘n Cheese (CS), and leftover chicken and mashed potatoes (me). With rain showers going on outside, another day at the pool was out of the question (sorry about that, CS – not exactly my fault) but other home-based activities were in, such as laundry, dishwashing, vacuuming, and dusting furniture. Yay to that! Oh and with a little reading and Lego building for good measure, of course. It is summer break.

Hubs made it home from work an hour early, then it was Grilled Asian Turkey Burger time, another Incognito specialty. As it turned out, we’d all worked up a pretty good appetite after all that elbow grease we’d put in over the day, so we put away scarfed down that meal rather nicely. Catholic Girlie had her heart set on biking over to the park after dinner, and guess what? Hubs gave me a break and biked the CK’s over to a favorite neighborhood spot while I stayed back to finish up on client web projects.

Only, uh-oh. A phone call from Hubs @1 hr later had me driving over to where CS fell off his bike. Let’s just say I could see the bleeding scuff on his knee from the car as I approached but managed to maintain my composure, even though the Mom inside me wanted to jump out and cradle that guy, sticking a Band-Aid on the dratted scuff while doing so. Nope. Total coolness. My response, “Dude – did ya fall off right there at the curb?” He nods, sniffs. Then I hand him a Band-aid as we drive home quietly. That’s when I realized… gone are the days of kissing boo-boo’s.

Times like these call for Limeade.
Limeade

Clean Freak Thursday

After waking up at 4 am to find our house still standing after the long night of watching-out-for-tornadoes, I thought maybe I’d passed out during it all. Funny Hubs thought the same and asked me if we missed anything while we were sleeping, but no. Apparently we made it through the night completely unscathed of tornadic activity and received only a little rain out of the deal. So guess what? No droopy eyelids after all!

Thanks, God. We appreciate Your thoughtfulness there. Oh, and that extra large glass of chardonnay was especially helpful.

So back on with the Thursday Cleaning Plan for Incognito & the Catholic Kids, and man oh man are they ever getting GOOD at it. We strapped on our cleaning gloves and got right to it at 9:30 am, zipping through the house in record time, with 4 clean bathrooms in our wake. Merry Maids ain’t got nuthin’ on us – and that’s no joke! Ahhh, the fresh smell of Lysol and Yankee Candles… total heaven on earth at the Catholic Homestead. Sweetness personified.

A quick lunch, and then we were off to reward ourselves with a visit to the pool, the same one that was filled almost to capacity with people who had the very same idea. But no worries. We actually scored the last 3 poolside chairs — and despite the fact that it was 90+ degrees outside, I managed to sprawl out and catch some serious rays in my new bikini. Got me some new tan lines out of that visit, but definitely well worth the trip.

2 hours later we stopped by Sonic for ½ price ‘Happy Hour’ drinks, showered up at home, then it was time for CG’s cello lesson at the Conservatory for Music. I did the usual and brought a book to read while listening in on the lesson, my eyelids not as heavy as usual thanks to that extra espresso shot before leaving home. CG got a ‘thumbs up’ from her coach and we set off back home where Hubs had dinner waiting for us: Flat bread melt Lean Cuisine (me) and toasted Peanut Butter Hoagie (CG).

Yes, we’ve got a pattern going on here… and it’s all good. 🙂

Chlorine is SO Underrated

A big huge laundry list of errands awaited me from the minute I tumbled out of bed this morning, and I was bound and determined to get every single one of those buggers done, willing participants or not:

  • Walgreens – need for Father’s Day gift cards, bar soap, and a box of Lactaid
  • Bank – deposit client checks and essentially ‘getting paid’ for consulting
  • Post Office – mail Father’s Day cards to Dads in New Mexico and Minnesota, along with a Junie B. Jones Paperback swap request
  • Target – buy ground turkey, contact saline solution, Vic’s popcorn, Nesquik, cheese Bagel Bites, spinach & cheese Savorings, shampoo, conditioner, bottled water, cinnamon rolls and a frozen Boston Market Salisbury Steak meal.

Back home, again we found ourselves eating another one of our famous smörgåsbord quickie lunches before taking off to CG’s ‘tween’ pottery class. Catholic Son and I bonded over renewing his card at the library and shopping for printer toner at Office Max. The love was all around when the HPLJ printer spit out that crisp test page, let me tell you.

Then before anyone could ask “What’s for dinner?” I’d whipped up a full blown meal of Turkey Cheeseburger Helper with fresh sweet corn and Hawaiian dinner rolls. Amazing what a person can do with a box of Hamburger Helper when in a bind, isn’t it? Anyway, we filled up and somehow Incognito Mom walked away from dinner having agreed to take the CK’s to the pool for a late afternoon swim. Ah well, who could complain about some leisurely time beside the pool, sitting and watching kids expend some of that pent-up energy, hanging out with friends, throwing around a sopping wet pool ball and playing a game of Marco Polo for the umpteenth time?

It’s all chlorinated summer goodness.