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Terrible parent thoughts

While looking through party snack themes, I stumbled upon a few sites with tips for throwing a Peppa Pig party. My kids are too old for Peppa Pig, but I was thinking if I had to provide snacks for that party I’d bring pork rinds and bacon strips.


Almost charitable, but not quite

What do you want for your birthday, son?

Instead of a gift for me, I want to give it to someone else.

Wow! That’s very charitable of you! Who would you like to give a gift to?

The cat.

Oh… uh… so what do you want to give the cat?

I would like you to order this hat for the cat to wear all day on my birthday.

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Old tech, so complicated

We had a bunch of 10 and 11-year olds over for a birthday party last weekend. My husband collects old game systems, so we hooked up the original NES (Nintendo Entertainment System).

Unfortunately, with today’s modern televisions, the Duck Hunt gun no longer works accurately. The rest of the games could be played with no problem, but most kids could not understand how to start the games once the cartridge was in and the system on.

The kids would press A and then B on the controller, saying, “I don’t know how to start. How do you start?”


(Reading and critical thinking – not a specialty of 10-year olds).


Indoor Play Centers – A 2-hour Lord of the Flies Experience

This past weekend, my child was invited to a birthday party at an indoor play center. These centers are great, especially in places like Sweden where we don’t always have the option to play outside weather-wise.

Many parents host parties for their children at these places, and I had to drop my youngest at one of them last Saturday. Upon entering the facility, I lost him in a matter of seconds as he dashed into the sea of screaming children throwing plastic balls, riding tricycles, and bouncing out of trampolines. I went on my way to the adult indoor play center (the local mall) and returned to collect my son after two hours.
Do you know what happens when you load about 200 kids into a play center all hyped up on cake and candy? It’s a tiny war-zone. I waded through crying, limping children fighting over foam pillows and shoving aside the weak in order to be first to the air cannons (which are never aimed at the painted targets, but are constantly focused on other children with slower reaction times). After ten minutes, I found my son at the top of a bouncy slide. There were 4 other children up there as well. I watched one boy shove my son into the side of a wall and then KICK him down the slide. I picked up my stunned child and carried him above the madness as quick as I could to the exit. Sure, I could have climbed up the slide to yell at the offending kid, but as he and I both knew, I would have met the same fate as my son. The best strategy was a quick escape.
My son and I broke through the outer doors into the rainy afternoon and praised our daring escape, following it up with a long nap once we got home. I can only hope that his friends managed to make it out with minimal injuries and psychological trauma. The war of “Captain FunTimes Play Center” will be commemorated in our home each year as we celebrate our narrow escape and remember those who lost their dignity, bravery and possibly their pants to the ball pits and bouncy slides.
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My new improvements

Today is my 40th birthday.  My 10-year old son drew a picture of what I look like at age 40.  I’m really going to enjoy my new improvements, especially the sword and gun firing arms.  What more could a 40 year old ask for?


Surprise trip

Today is my last day in my 30s. My husband is whisking me off on a surprise trip today for my 40th birthday, which takes place tomorrow.  I’m setting up some posts for the next few days, but I won’t be able to say where I’ve been until next week when we return.  I don’t find out where I’m going today until we get to the airport.  I did the same for him last year on his 40th.  (We went to Sicily.)

The big question is…… coat or no coat?  Hmmm……..

A bit unfortunate my birthday is in March…. in Europe..


I need this

My birthday is in a couple of days.  Is it too late to put this on my wish list?

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Treat yourself!

Gee, thanks Amazon.  I know my birthday is coming up and all, but I’m not quite understanding why this is on the top of my list.

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90 years

My grandmother is turning 90 in a few days so I was online looking for birthday ideas.

I found a cake topper for sale that said,

90th Birthday Wedding Anniversary

Ok, 90th Birthday.  I get that.

90th Wedding anniversary?  Maybe if you were a child bride?  That’s a pretty tough one to pull off.

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Blood Pudding

My oldest son had his 10th birthday this week.  I told him he could have anything he wanted for dinner, so he chose – Blood Pudding.

Blood Pudding?  You know, an American kid would have chosen an Oreo pie covered in ice cream.  Blood pudding?

In my 14 years in Sweden, I had managed to avoid blood pudding.  But it was my son’s birthday wish, so yes, I ate the blood pudding.

Verdict – …  interesting.


Surprise trip

I’m taking my husband and kids on a surprise trip today to celebrate my husband’s 40th birthday.  He knows he is going on a trip but has no idea where.  He will find out when we get to the airport.  If I had my way, I’d put a blindfold and ear plugs on him and make him guess where he was after the plane arrives at it’s destination, but I have a feeling security might frown on that.

I did blindfold him once on his birthday in the car for almost an hour while I took him somewhere in Texas (Jet-skiing and mini-golf near the beach).  But I admit I was a little concerned about being pulled over and having to explain that.  “It’s for his birthday officers, really!  I promise I didn’t kidnap a Swede to force him to make me meatballs!”

Of course my kids are wrapped up in this too since they are going along.  They are quite mad at me for not telling them where we are going, but I can’t trust them.  They’ve already let out such important secrets as, “Johnny’s mom doesn’t have a butt.” and “Erik went to Mars last week, but don’t tell his parents.”

Poor kids though.  Even when they get to the airport, their geography is so bad that they still won’t know where they’re going.  haha!  Sorry, that was mean.  I’m not an awful parent.  I actually packed a map to show them, but I’m pretty sure all they are concerned with is if the place has a pool.


I got one year left to be in my 30s, starting….NOW!

Today is my birthday.  I’m 39 years old.  I have one more year to check off the boxes on forms that say 30-39.

Goals for age 39:

1. Get carded at least 3 times at the liquor store.  C’mon… I can still get away with it, right?

2. Continue to ignore getting a cholesterol test so I may continue eating nachos throughout the year.

3. Add more video games and movies to my daily routine.

I’m offline now.  Time to drink champagne, eat chocolates and be completely irresponsible.


Ugly cake

My oldest son turns 9 today.  Birthdays are fun, but I always have an ambition to make a special cake and it always turns into a disaster.

For example, I decided to make my youngest son a racecar cake a few years back.  You can see why I’m not trusted to make the cakes anymore:


More memories of Texas

On one of our Texas trips, we were invited to a 3 year old’s birthday party.  This party was being held by the cowboy who lives across the way.  There was a bonfire, beer and music.  I didn’t see much of the 3 year old.  We left when it got rowdy.  During the night we heard a few police cars.  Turns out someone got stabbed and someone else ran off to hide in the woods.

Typical toddler birthday in East Texas.


How my son sees me….

This is me on my 38th birthday.  I have arms growing out of my head and a door to my stomach where I can put cake.  Turning older isn’t so bad!


Millineum Grandma

Just checked Amazon’s “Gift Ideas for Grandma” section. They suggest the Millenium book series. I’m not really sure that’s the right choice for most of the grandmothers I know.

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